Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Grace rain drops falling on my hair my jacket as the crisp breathe of air is inhaled and a flock of crows flies over us heading north. Grace is my daughter saying our dog Hobbes has a spirit of an angel in him I always thought he was looking out for me as in the last year or so if I have a bad dream he wake me and comes to lay next to me for comfort. Normally he sleeps far away so it is noticeable. Grace is my friend taking care for her neighbor who is in his 90s, because she wants to help. She is there when he truly needs it as he has no family. Grace is the moment unexpected wonderful things happen as when my husband passed away and there was pollen fluffy white floating all around for days. It was like snow. Grace is noticing the sunset or moon set and seeing the reflection on the lake coming towards where we were sitting. Grace is my grandfather caring for my grandmother for years before she died and never complaining. Grace is my grandmother creating a poem in her head for my mother as a Christmas present just a week or so before she passed away yet she could barely speak or move. Grace is so many things, pure love, being present in the moment, being present for another person and asking nothing in return, noticing the divine in the moment, accepting unexpected beautiful gifts, letting go of logic at time, and just being. Grace is.....
Friday, August 8, 2014
These are the face drawing from my sketchbook. It's fun to try and draw. Lately I have felt like drawing angels, so many are faces from a book that have many angels in it. I enjoy using a pen and paper, it makes me think more clearly of where the lines will go.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
I'm am practicing drawing. I want to learn to draw foxes, wolves and deer, (ok lot's of animals). Chalk, or pastels would work nice, or charcoal. My goal is to draw at least 10 or 15 mins a day. As my art teacher from college said, I don't like working with black so much, yet colors I adore. I do love black and white now, maybe it is from years of working with colorful yarn, and not paints.
Saturday, August 2, 2014
I am taking A Year in Painting. Loving all of it. I remembered two things from years past, that I love collage work, and also multimedia. This is paint, plus paint pens. I stared with yellow and the flowers, then it sat for a long, long time. I decided it needed a fox, and a tree, the last was the moon peeking in.