Friday, May 11, 2018

"You see those stars? That's Orion.."

The water falls against a rock ledge, flowing hard enough for you to cup your hands and hold it until it overflows your hands and falls against the rocks you stand on. For an instant you hold water and then it is gone-going somewhere past the bend in the creek, around the bigger rocks. You can hear it flowing, you can see it, you can feel it, but there is no stopping it.

How to capture someone's life in a book, a paragraph, or words spoken? 
There is a mystery that can't be caught. There are stories that you know, pictures like old movies that play in your head-memories reduced to a few words.

"There will be a scar..."

I've been so blessed in this life to have two dads. My first passed when I was about 5 years old, my second dad, just a little while ago.

My second dad was my Poppy. Gentle, quiet, funny, kind. Bird and animal lover, wonderful listener. He didn't mind not being noticed. I am so thankful to have known and loved him, and now to have that scar-yes, it will heal somewhat with time, but I want it there, always. A place I can go in my head where my memories of him are waiting for me to visit.

And when I see Orion up there in that vast sky God made with every star He named, that's ours, Poppy.

I'll see you later, Poppy

Saturday, April 7, 2018

More from the past...

 This was a peacock that liked to visit my parents home. I think he liked the decorations my mom had. And the cat food...
 An old painting of mine-I don't think I have this anymore. My lilies have died out in the flower bed too-time to replace them. Such a wonderful smell they made in the evening. My son would pretend to faint from the aroma. He was always making me laugh!
 This place was one of the abandoned buildings I loved to photograph.
 This is Cheyenne. She was a doll, a rescue. We worked so hard with her to forget her previous owner's abuse. She always hated thunder-we couldn't love that out of her.
 I wish I could remember the name of the online place that I used to make magazine covers...
 ...and pop art using my photos.
 Here is Mr. Ed, which my followers from when I first started blogging will remember. He hung around and got fat on free corn.

 This is part of a Noah's ark painting I did on an old door.
 Here's a flower booth at our local Windmill Marketplace. Of course the photo was taken years ago in the fall.
 Here is Cornelius, eating a stick, and sticking her neck out. She has gone to heaven, but will always be one of my favorite pets. (they are all my favorites!)

 I'm not sure what this look was about. It was probably when we first got Cheyenne. Later on, you could see happiness on her face, not fear.
I've been painting like mad, and praying about just what steps to take next with my art. I'm going to join a local arts council, and then just keep painting!
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Tuesday, March 20, 2018

April 1st Haute Handbags~I'm in it! and one new painting.

 A few weeks ago I got a surprise email from Haute
Handbags editor, Evelyn Mateos. They were doing a 'best of' past issues, and I was included! They reprinted 4 of my articles. 
This is a really beautiful issue. The wonderful thing about this magazine is that you can get inspired for lots of applications in creating-not just making handbags.
It hits the newsstands April 1st.
I scanned this, so the true colors are not really shown here. This is 5"x7" on a cradled birch wood panel, done with acrylics and pencil.
I think I finally have the groove of my own voice in painting.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

This is One of Those Times.




I do lots of things in my life-wife, mother, daughter, sister, mother-in-law, sister-in-law, friend. But the biggest part of who I am is about my love for God.
I love how Beth Moore put it in Breaking Free, "...if I had to define my relationship with Him by one general statement, I would tell you that He is the absolute joy of my life. I don't just love Him. I love loving Him."

My mornings start with Him.
He has changed me, not been put off by my stupid ways, not been shocked by mistakes and sins. Always available, always listening. Present.

Someone got offended once when I told her that God spoke to me.
I simply answered,"If I can talk to Him in prayer, why can't He talk back?"
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So underlining all my art involvement and daily life things, He is there-Big. Important. Real.

Realer than real.

Sometimes I need to tell it.
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Give Me Jesus - Fernando Ortega Ruth Graham Tribute

MercyMe - I Can Only Imagine (The Movie Session - Official Music Video)