Faded Paint

Hazel’s Granddaughter POSTED BY  Evie Coates As I sling imperfect measurements of flour and brown sugar into a big enamelware bowl this morning, as I sip my coffee out of the Swede coffee cup (”you can always tell a Swede but you can’t tell him much”), as I drag my brushes through the vibrant liquid colors and commit them to the paper, my grandma is with me in the kitchen today. Hazel was my mother’s mother. Her middle name was Fern. She loved her family and was a consummate homemaker. She loved the nothingness of the Arizona desert. She loved the pink, cloudy evening skies of the West. In her opinion, the Tetons were God’s most extravagant gift to his children. She was an artist and took painting courses by correspondence. She had a real gypsy spirit and didn’t mind moving around, wherever the winds of opportunity blew her and her family. She was a rascally tomboy when she was young, and kept a healthy portion of that feisty nature as long as she lived. Read the rest of this entry...

I have finally finished a drawing I was asked to do a long time ago.  I spent a long time trying to figure out how to accomplish what I was asked to do.  I was asked to do some sort of commemorative drawing to go into the center of a mat signed by a bunch of people (myself included) who worked at Blodgett's Family Birth Center over the years.  I ended up doing a collage of images representing the building, old and new, and a mother and baby (Molly and Ellie).  Honestly the hand drawn lettering was probably the hardest part of it all.  I still have no idea where this piece will reside in the end.  But its finally done nonetheless.

In a few days a new Andrew Peterson album, Counting Stars , will be released.  If I haven't mentioned before he is my favorite living artist.  I have posted the video of one of the songs from this album, Dancing in the Minefields.  If you're not married some of its significance may be lost on you, but if you are... well if you are I think you'll enjoy it.

You forget, ya know.  So easily really.  You forget what's hidden in the quiet because the noise becomes so commonplace.  So you just believe that noise is really the truth, ya know.  But maybe the noise is mostly lies.  I don't know, maybe its not that sinister, maybe its just noise.  Maybe its kind of neutral.  But if life holds good, bad, and neutral, isn't the neutral really just bad after all?  Maybe its the worst kind of bad because it has a disguise and an alias. Anyways, back to forgetting what lies in quiet reflection.   Maybe the worst thing isn't forgetting all the "whats" found in the silence, but forgetting the "whats" are found there in the first place.  What if the greatest thought, or inspiration, or revelation lies just on the outskirts of a city called "noise" (who some refer to as "life") and we forget to take a stroll out past the glow and clamor of that collective mass.  I'm starting to think that forge...

A poem... If I told you, it would ruin it. If I exposed it to the air it would evaporate. If I did what I am tempted to do, I could never undo it. I know a beauty, that if spoken of, would wither and darken. The good has been done and anything more would corrupt it. So I will treasure up all these things and ponder them in my heart. I'm planning on returning to the 30 days thing here soon.  I had a couple things going on in  life that made it very tough to continue. Don't get me wrong, all is well.  Expect a revisit soon.

Here's today's result of my 30 Day Creative Challenge .  No, its not a beer!  The idea selected from yesterday was Michael's, who simply suggested, "Tea."  So I brewed a pot of tea, poured myself a hot cup, got my oil paints out and painted my hot cup of tea in my favorite clear tea mug.  I like to drink tea out of this mug because I can see how strong or weak i have made it very easily.  This was painted with only Titanium White, Ivory Black, Burnt Sienna, Burnt Umber, and a touch of Yellow Ochre Light.  This is the one I've had the most fun doing but probably only because this is more my style.  Oh well, I did it in under two hours so I am most happy with that fact.  Usually when I have an inspiration for a painting I consider how to go about it, sketch it, plan it out, and then consider all the work its going to take to complete it and I get overwhelmed and never tackle it, let alone finish it.  This little experiment has been very encoura...

Well it has not been consecutive days but here is the result of Day 3 of my 30 Day Art Challange .  Heather's idea was randomly selected.  Her idea was: " Sara Groves writes "I just showed up for my own life....the glory of God is man fully alive." What does it look like to choose to live fully alive. Alive to our longings- met and unmet-, alive to who we were truly created to be, unafraid of ourselves, restored, honest in the struggle of the journey we are on, showing up each day as the best version of ourselves..."     Just Showed Up For My Own Life... Interestingly I have always liked this song myself.  Its really tough to try to produce something with a fairly developed concept in a very short amount of time.  Something like his scene is what I picture when I hear this song and think about this concept.  I have long been intrigued by Van Gogh's " Sower with the Setting Sun " which is about the infinite God and man shown here.   Some...