. . . remembered Sadie Hawkins

Day Dance, 1960-something; asked a guy, got stood up. At the time, I thought I would never recover from the humiliation; now I can't remember which guy it was. (Well, that's not true. I do remember the guy. . . not particularly fondly.)

I had an idea for this painting when I started it, but it didn't turn out the way I had planned. I kept trying to rescue it, but, in my opinion, I was just making it worse, so I put it away. Then a woman wanted to see some of my artwork that hadn't been shown before, so I showed her this one. She liked it, but needed it bigger and with more green. However, this one has now taken on a new life (aha, recovered from its earlier humiliation??) and went away with a bunch of others for possible sale. This was a quick photo, on the floor of my studio, for documentation purposes and nothing else, so it's not a quality shot.

. . .appreciated every day

. . .that I can spend living my life as I never thought I would, my time all my own. One never knows when things may change. . .

. . . carved another stamp

. . . from rubber gasket material ($1 at Lowe's) with carving tool

. . . stamped with leftover watery black gesso (too soupy, really)

. . . on white tissue paper stained with coffee &

. . . monoprinted with cellophane spreckled with leftover Jenkins green watered down paint

Thanks to http://cynthia-stcharles.blogspot.com/ for inspiration and instructions

. . . longed for spring

Betsy's little angel

In my previous life, spring couldn't come until after April 15. I'm tired of cold and snow, but I know the garden will welcome the moisture.

. . . pictured inspiration

on a drive in the country. . . the side of an oil tank on the edge of a road. Ready to be painted (in more ways than one).

. . . sold a bunch

Three Moons (not sold)

of my paintings, I hope, I think, maybe, who knows. I'll provide more information as it becomes available.

. . . closed the circle

Unnamed for now (I need to go listen to some good old rock music)


"The Morning Sun When It's In Your Face. . ." from Rod Stewart lyrics

Maybe the end of the circle obsession.

. . . obsessed about circles

"I Hear Your Name in Certain Circles. . ." preview, 14" x 14", mixed media collage on canvas

"In Your World I Have No Meaning. . ." preview, 14" x 14", mixed media collage on canvas

. . . and John Waite's "Missing You"

. . . painted on wood

This is an old piece that I painted before I took the giant leap of faith to actually buy canvas to paint on. It's on a piece of wood board and it's framed in an old frame that matches it beautifully. I didn't take a very good picture of it.

. . .showed some art...

that I need to work on some more. I'm not happy with it, but I don't know what to do about it.

. . . photographed some pears

. . . beautiful Korean pears. . .

P.S. Credit for the previous post's tour of Osage City must go to yougotmalk. I found it on YouTube.

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. . . visited my hometown

. . . where I cruised Market Street, just like this video does, about 40 years ago. Not much has changed, except we didn't have a Pizza Hut or a Sonic at that time.

. . .painted something small

12" x 12" acrylic on canvas

. . . used encaustic medium

for this collage

. . . shot a picture

of myself (as my friend says, "It's all about me!")

. . . monoprinted (a Valentine)

. . . with much love . . . to all my sweethearts
"How wonderful life is with you in the world. . ."

. . . had a visit . . .

. . . from a Valentine elf (Betsy after bath)

. . . broke my three-word rule

You can probably tell that I am a self-taught artist. Everything I have learned has been through reading, studying, watching, or, mostly, experimenting. I can't draw or paint realistically, and I have never had an art teacher or attended a workshop or class. I am greatly intimidated by those who can and have . . . but I probably wouldn't attend unless the class or workshop were held in my backyard, since I am also somewhat of a hermit. For many years I was too busy with kids, jobs, school, home, etc. to even suspect I had any creative impulses. When all those reasons (excuses) were no longer valid, I discovered I loved to create abstracts. I try to only make art that I would hang in my own home -- everything else is piled up and recycled eventually.

Yesterday I had the presence of mind to take along three art books to read as I waited in various hospital settings. I have had these books for a while, and had browsed through them, looking at the pretty pcitures, but it was luxurious to be able to sit and actually read and enjoy these books, which I recommend for their experimental inspiration:

Acrylic Revolution, byNancy Reyner

New Acrylics, by Rheni Tauchid

Mixed Media Collage, by Hollly Harrison

Inspirational ideas in every one of these books. I recommend them. Maybe someday I'll figure out how to put the Amazon pictures and links into this blog.

. . . didn't blog because

PaperWork #5 . . . "drab, urban and printy" (comment on Flickr)

. . . husband's cataract surgery. . .
. . . allergic reation. . .
. . . emergency room visit. . .
. . . everything's okay now. . .

. . . hung some favorites

above the fireplace

on chocolate wall

in scavenged frame

. . . loved old barns

. . . on College Boulevard

. . . finished Friday's crossword

but used Google for some clues

. . . made some art

. . . had an assistant

Joey

. . . neatened my nest

Before


After

. . . help make history

. . . carved texture stamps

original, stamped image, brayer

. . . created a blog

. . . for my art