Lenore 16x20
Finally, I have made myself sit down and paint!! This is for a christmas card competition at one of the galleries I show work at. I LOVE this old1938 power wagon. It belongs to a valley resident. It is beat-up and tough as nails and I would love to own it.
This is one of the first paintings I made upon arriving in the Columbia Valley. I was intrigued by all the bones I was finding while out walking my dog. And the notes are all pieces of to-do lists that kept cropping up. It was supposed to be an impression of my new life in the valley.
Lacking any painting to post, I will post one of my old luminara lanterns. I really like these. They are easy to make. Going to a luminara event where numerous people are carrying their homemade lanterns is an illuminating event.
My brother gave me the wonderful rhinestone skeleton for my birthday. I have dubbed him Dr. FAcilier.
First, I want to thank everyone who took time to visit the Virtual tour. Second, I want to thank an aquaintance who allowed me to scan wonderful images of her family in all their beach-going splendor. These are photos from the 1920's, one of my most favorite eras. I am brimming with painting ideas.
I am so glad you stopped by. Welcome to the creative chaos that is Crazy Ravens Studio.
My art desk with my "familiar" and model Jinx.
Storage, stuff and books. This is where I experiment with all the cool techniques I find in the Cloth, Paper, Scissors magazine.
Good old Mr. Thrifty has been with me a long time. He has intrigued countless children and greets them at the door on Halloween.
My studio is located next to my wood burning furnace. Very cozy in the winter.
Mabel models different costumes, keeps me company and occasionally scares me silly when I forget about her standing in the corner.
My large "wreck" room is a handy place to hang my work.
The sunny yellow color is cheering on cold winter days. Thank you for visiting and Happy Halloween. Check out the other studios at :
Running around my brother's yard, I found his beautiful mottled apples. Now if I could just learn to focus the camera!
I found this photo of this man quite some time ago. I feel like something terrible has happened inside that house. I call him Earl and he's not friendly. I especially like the ominous shadow. Brrrr.
My brother, cousin and I found the old Cravens cemetary near Burnt Prairie. It is in a very isolated quiet spot on a hill overlooking the fields. It was buried in vines and weeds, dark and subdued.
Young Brookens Cravens, my great-great granfather's stone. It had toppled over. The inscription read: "This monument honors a soldier who fought to save the Union".
Stolid Jane, stands beside him.
