Tag Archive: create


One hundred & eight

I had this idea a few years back to create animals paintings for the kids in my family based on the idea that if they were an animal what would they be. I did a bunny for my niece, a hawk for my nephew and this is for my son, the fox.  What animal would you be? I would be an owl. Now I have a daughter. Right now I think she would be a cute, chunky little baby bird. She might be different as she gets older, but that might be the painting she gets. I have a new niece just born today, about an hour ago! Who knows what she will be.

This was my second session of painting. It is coming along nicely. I’m doing it in oils, which I love, but don’t have as much experience in as acrylic or watercolor. I enjoy this photo almost as much as I enjoy my painting. Hoping to get back to is soon. I want to finish it, I have a million other ideas to start!

“Painting is silent poetry.”  ~Plutarch, Moralia

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Fifty-nine

Day fifty-nine I was working on some photo magnets, which you can see in the background. They are a relatively easy craft using flat glass marbles, photos, drawings, magazine cutouts, whatever and small button magnets. I use my own photos and art. I have 10 years of film prints stacked up in my art cabinet and this is a great way to reuse them for something creative. Here is my hand cutting out a circle of an image. I enjoy making these. They look pretty cool when they are complete. See below for a photo of completed magnets.

“Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.”  ~Twyla Tharp

Random Thoughts I

My contacts are so dry they are sucking my soul out of my eyes. It is frigidly cold, my feet are like ice cubes. Floor with no carpet is no fun in the winter time. Thoughts are overflowing. So many terrible things going on in the world. At times it seems meaningless. So many secrets to this world; to life. It saddens me to know that we will never know any of them. Do we overcomplicate things with too much thought? I want to create and create and create. I want to be able to make anything and everything. Life is so short I will only accomplish a fraction of a fraction. What will I leave behind? Will I be remembered for anything or at all? My DNA has been passed on. D N A. The accumulation of all your ancestors past. One strand to the next. Each generation doubles. 2 parents=4 grandparents=8 great grandparents=16 great-great grandparents=32 great-great-great grandparents=64 great-great-great-great grandparents to the beginning of human history. Stretching out like an enormous web through space and time. Each of us a vessel of our history. A river of blood flowing through time.

Forty-one

Day forty-one was spent on art. I started a painting that I have been wanting to do for my son of a fox. I had planned on photographing myself painting, however, I got caught up in it and forgot. After I had cleaned up I realized my mistake and noticed the paint all over my hands, not to mention my favorite pair of pants, my paint pants. Those pants suffered through a whole semester of an oil painting class. I took a bunch of shots and was really having a hard time getting a good one. So once again I turned off the flash and used available light with a lower shutter speed. This was the best. It took me FOREVER to make this black and white and leave the bits of color. I think there is an easier way to do it than the way I choose. I changed most of the colors and made them super saturated, it gave a better effect. Seeing this makes me want to paint some more! Alas, life goes on. I’ll get back to it soon.

“If you hear a voice within you say “you cannot paint,” then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.” ~Vincent Van Gogh