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Withering petals, Workshop in Wisconsin, and Whales
*waves* Hello! It's been a while. When we last spoke I was on my way to Valley Ridge. We had a terrific time – a full class of enthusiastic artists who painted and played for three whole days! It was rewarding on so many levels and filled my well for a long time. Love being in the studio and feeling the energy that gets generated when artists gather.
One of our assignments was to walk the gorgeous property in search of new shapes to inspire hand-crafted tools (stencils and stamps). It was a perfect break from the work, to take in the scenery, breath in the not-quite-fall-air, enjoy the sun, and observe all that was before us. I found my way to Katherine's garden – very much in hiberbation and decay, with amazing shapes. The once vibrant flowers and plants presenting themselves as dried pods and other interesting stages of non-life.
I later learned these were coneflowers – typically adorned with violet petals. My impression upon observing the dried evidence, was that the flower had possibly been a black-eyed susan, with golden petals. I am so glad I didn't know they were once purple, as the darker rustier color served as my inspiration for this painting. I used the river rocks stencil by Mary Beth, adding in a few larger stones to make it my own for the section of ground. I made my own stencils for the flowers, and included roots since my attempt at pulling a few to photograph came straight from the earth with entire stem and roots.
Some evidence of our walk around the perimeter of the VR property….Mom is there gathering weeds and avoiding coyotes. (Actually, we only hear them at night….haven't seen one there yet.)
Here is the group – thank you ladies! I loved seeing your individual perspectives, and your fabulous work. So much fun to see old friends and make new ones. I had a great time Raising the Bar with you 🙂
And just days after arriving home from Wisconsin we road tripped up to Canada. It's been a few years since we have been there and promised the kids a return visit to see our beloved friends, the orcas. You can read about our previous memorable visits in a past post HERE. It was so heavy with rain on the first day that the park was not even open. Drats. Luckily it cleared enough by the next day that we headed straight for Friendship Cove at Marineland, Niagara Falls, Ontario, to see Kiska and Ike. A happy ending.
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Withering petals, Workshop in Wisconsin, and Whales
*waves* Hello! It's been a while. When we last spoke I was on my way to Valley Ridge. We had a terrific time – a full class of enthusiastic artists who painted and played for three whole days! It was rewarding on so many levels and filled my well for a long time. Love being in the studio and feeling the energy that gets generated when artists gather.
One of our assignments was to walk the gorgeous property in search of new shapes to inspire hand-crafted tools (stencils and stamps). It was a perfect break from the work, to take in the scenery, breath in the not-quite-fall-air, enjoy the sun, and observe all that was before us. I found my way to Katherine's garden – very much in hiberbation and decay, with amazing shapes. The once vibrant flowers and plants presenting themselves as dried pods and other interesting stages of non-life.
I later learned these were coneflowers – typically adorned with violet petals. My impression upon observing the dried evidence, was that the flower had possibly been a black-eyed susan, with golden petals. I am so glad I didn't know they were once purple, as the darker rustier color served as my inspiration for this painting. I used the river rocks stencil by Mary Beth, adding in a few larger stones to make it my own for the section of ground. I made my own stencils for the flowers, and included roots since my attempt at pulling a few to photograph came straight from the earth with entire stem and roots.
Some evidence of our walk around the perimeter of the VR property….Mom is there gathering weeds and avoiding coyotes. (Actually, we only hear them at night….haven't seen one there yet.)
Here is the group – thank you ladies! I loved seeing your individual perspectives, and your fabulous work. So much fun to see old friends and make new ones. I had a great time Raising the Bar with you 🙂
And just days after arriving home from Wisconsin we road tripped up to Canada. It's been a few years since we have been there and promised the kids a return visit to see our beloved friends, the orcas. You can read about our previous memorable visits in a past post HERE. It was so heavy with rain on the first day that the park was not even open. Drats. Luckily it cleared enough by the next day that we headed straight for Friendship Cove at Marineland, Niagara Falls, Ontario, to see Kiska and Ike. A happy ending.
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happy 4th!
From my favorite American Idol, James Durbin, before he was a contestant. Not slick, not even in focus…but remarkable, and so him. Wishing a safe and happy day to you.
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happy 4th!
From my favorite American Idol, James Durbin, before he was a contestant. Not slick, not even in focus…but remarkable, and so him. Wishing a safe and happy day to you.
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fathers and forefathers
On Father's Day ~ a call to my Dad, some gifts for my husband. Feeling like a lucky girl for the men in my life. A hug for my brother as we met him and his family for a few days in Washington, D.C. In the land of our forefathers, stacked with history….we walked past the White House, the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, and here….where we have been before, but not quite like this. At first I was stunned by the quantity of roses and remembrances, written letters and lilies….standing at attention, beautiful and proud…..then I recalled, it was Father's Day. Like Memorial Day, and Veteran's Day, THIS was another occasion to visit the wall, offer a prayer, give thanks, and nod in respect.
The next day we visited Arlington National Cemetery and the nearby Marine Corps War Memorial. More nods of respect. Honor. Gratitude. So much history to learn and relearn as we visited many locations in the city. So many reasons to return another time.
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fathers and forefathers
On Father's Day ~ a call to my Dad, some gifts for my husband. Feeling like a lucky girl for the men in my life. A hug for my brother as we met him and his family for a few days in Washington, D.C. In the land of our forefathers, stacked with history….we walked past the White House, the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, and here….where we have been before, but not quite like this. At first I was stunned by the quantity of roses and remembrances, written letters and lilies….standing at attention, beautiful and proud…..then I recalled, it was Father's Day. Like Memorial Day, and Veteran's Day, THIS was another occasion to visit the wall, offer a prayer, give thanks, and nod in respect.
The next day we visited Arlington National Cemetery and the nearby Marine Corps War Memorial. More nods of respect. Honor. Gratitude. So much history to learn and relearn as we visited many locations in the city. So many reasons to return another time.
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still learning….at 47
Reflecting today….this date, this birthday. For forty years Shannon and I shared this number, 5/17. This is my third one without her and it still feels so different. We are all learning to navigate a landscape that continues to change, aren't we? Of course we shared alot more than a calendar date. We shared a room, a wedding gown, a family….and very special connection that some sisters are lucky to have.
This art shows a partial peek at an assemblage box I made in her memory. The small deer is a gift from Laure because she knows it's one of my signs for Shannon. It's set inside a matchbox; that's how small it is. Raised above the trees, to symbolize heaven. Set over a paper wing. And there's the pink rose, of course. The red wire – did you spy it? An "x", a secret kiss from me. Another sign we have for Shannon is a snowflake, added in digitally because I couldn't resist.
In the last post Pat shared some wisdom, which I was so happy to learn. It was a perfect thing to focus on right now as I work in my sister journal today. Doesn't it amaze you when that happens? Something is dropped in your path just when you need it. Like this: "The Japanese have a concept "aware" that can't really be translated into English but means something like "the heartbreak of beauty of the moment"–the idea that something so beautiful just hits you in the heart when you realize it will be gone soon." That is new to me. I love that there is a word that captures the ephemeral beauty that is fleeting. Like a snowflake. Like a rose. Like a deer in the woods. Like a little sister who is dearly missed.
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still learning….at 47
Reflecting today….this date, this birthday. For forty years Shannon and I shared this number, 5/17. This is my third one without her and it still feels so different. We are all learning to navigate a landscape that continues to change, aren't we? Of course we shared alot more than a calendar date. We shared a room, a wedding gown, a family….and very special connection that some sisters are lucky to have.
This art shows a partial peek at an assemblage box I made in her memory. The small deer is a gift from Laure because she knows it's one of my signs for Shannon. It's set inside a matchbox; that's how small it is. Raised above the trees, to symbolize heaven. Set over a paper wing. And there's the pink rose, of course. The red wire – did you spy it? An "x", a secret kiss from me. Another sign we have for Shannon is a snowflake, added in digitally because I couldn't resist.
In the last post Pat shared some wisdom, which I was so happy to learn. It was a perfect thing to focus on right now as I work in my sister journal today. Doesn't it amaze you when that happens? Something is dropped in your path just when you need it. Like this: "The Japanese have a concept "aware" that can't really be translated into English but means something like "the heartbreak of beauty of the moment"–the idea that something so beautiful just hits you in the heart when you realize it will be gone soon." That is new to me. I love that there is a word that captures the ephemeral beauty that is fleeting. Like a snowflake. Like a rose. Like a deer in the woods. Like a little sister who is dearly missed.