Wednesday, August 20, 2014

I'd rather sit on a pumpkin

Art: 

I have been painting and sketching, at the same time. Well, maybe not exactly at the same time...but you get what I meant, right? 

The fall season almost upon us, so I put some that creative energy in to creating personalized work for halloween and/or fall. 

I have come up with a few variations that I can do with these two pieces as well. Each will give them a personalized touch. 
examples:
1) Give Thanks: Can be a last name or give thanks
2) Give Thanks: the ribbon can come from the top and have one initial. 
3) Give Thanks: Can also have a monogram initial in the center of the pumpkin as well.

1) My abstract/geometric pumpkin: the center section can become a family name or large mongram


Patch Work Pumpkin
12 x 24--$60
10 x 20--$50

Give Thanks
12 x 24--$50
10 x 20--$45
Display Idea using personalized art and an old window

 The good news is that these pieces are sold.  I am working on some orders and more ideas that I have brewing. Should you be interested in ordering a hand painted canvas and do not live near me, these pieces can be purchased via my Square store (link on left side of blog) or via email. (I do accept credit cards through the online store).
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Sketching:

Something that I never do enough of, or consistently is to sketch. I agree that any artist can benefit from the practice. The problem is, who can discipline themselves with the follow through. To learn to draw what you see, not what you think you see is trickier to do than you might believe. 


The View From Where I sit: Sketch 2 today (tues)


The View From Where I sit: Sketch 1 (last thurs)

I am thinking of trying to do an experiment of sorts on myself. I will do a series of sketches from my perspective at any random time during a day. To see if my mental perspective is in alignment with my visual perspective. 

And, how I came up with the title: 'The View From Where I Sit'. 

Kiss The Cook 

Kiss the Cook is a caricature 
(just in case you couldn't figure that out on your own! hah)
It is an Ode to a Friend/Collegue of mine who is going through a very very rough patch in his life. My hope is to bring a little light and laughter as well. 
I hope it works. 
To Charles!

Peace,
Valerie


“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.” 

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Where the Rooster Crows there is a Village....

My knowledge on anything barnyard related is pretty much non-existant. 

About a year ago, I created this rooster painting on a 12 x 12 inch watercolor canvas, after some goading, which led me to surfing the internet for chicken/rooster images. 

I painted this guy. 

He's been laying around in my studio ever since and I had not given him much thought until recently, when I decided that there was something missing. 

ART:
rooster before 
"Rooster"
12 x 12 inch watercolor canvas
watercolor, ink
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WIP: 
I started working on this painting a few nights ago, after the frustration of insomnia had me twisting and turning in my bed. I have been working on a similar drawing in my doodle book, but had to put this one on canvas. I think it is going to look pretty cool when I finish.    


WORK IN PROGRESS
12 X 24 INCH CANVAS
WATERCOLOR & INK

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BACK TO SCHOOL ART:


Below are images  of a mural that my daughter and I painted yesterday in her classroom and the hallway on her floor. We spent most of the day painting, it was fun and tiring. I hope the children enjoy the colorful abstract design and the motivational quote she chose. 
 "Attitude is the minds paint, it can color any situation"








"WHERE THE ROOSTER CROWS THERE IS A VILLAGE" AFRICAN PROVERB

Peace,
Valerie 


Monday, August 4, 2014



I am 50 today. 

Honestly, I am not sure that I like the idea of the number fifty so much.  
What does a number really mean at the end of any one life? 

I've known people who live short lives to the fullest measure taking pleasure instead of waiting for it to come find them and others who have wasted worrying about the growing number of their years, doing nothing but waiting to die. When my time ends, I hope the memories I leave people who love me will reflect upon many more important things than the number of years I walked on this earth. 

While feeling all nostalgic and $h*t  (you know I can't stay maudlin and serious very long) I decided to share this poem. I printed and framed it as a gift to my son when he turned eighteen. I told him this as good of an example that I have ever seen to use as your measuring stick of accountability for life. 

But truly, this should apply to all of us, man and woman alike when we take accounting of ourselves. 

If—

BY RUDYARD KIPLIN
(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Happy Birthday to me!
Peace,
Valerie