Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
some paintings never sell.
I don't mind this fact since painting is really just a beloved hobby, a wonderful way to spend the my spare time, an outlet for my apparently infinite amount of creative energy.
But I have to admit that I don't have the skills or time to find art buyer homes for every painting. Often, I plan on giving away paintings before they are finished. I haven't given my Grandma anything in a while, so I decided I'd make a painting based on things she might like. Unfortunately, that pretty much limits me to Elvis and cute livestock.
Originally I was going to paint her a little black billy goat, but then I thought it might be too sad since her last little billy goat (aka lawn mower) committed suicide by hanging itself from a tree.
I didn't even know they could do that, but apparently, they can.
(Moral of the story; don't tie your goat to a tree- it will jump over a low branch and hang itself.)
In the end I decided I'd paint her a cheerful rooster waking up the countryside.
I'm putting it in the shop until I get to see her again (which will be months). If someone buys it, I'll just get her an Elvis collectible with the proceeds.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
From Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"I memorized almost the entire poem for Ms Noble's 10th grade lit class almost 10 years ago. Today I mutter it when trying to keep my mind off more troubling things... like when someone is walking too close behind me as I walk from the bus stop to my house in the dark. I guess there is something about a girl reciting dark victorian era poetry that says "back off."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." (acrylic on wood, $19.99)
Friday, August 21, 2009
For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do.
The bluebird just flew in of his own accord. For sale here.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Braille cards aren't for everyone.
Like with my invisible marker, only certain people can read it (easily).
The average onlooker isn't going to pay any attention to the pretty dots on the paper, but to a blind person, or someone willing to take the initiative to look up the braille alphabet and do a little decoding, meaningful messages themselves reveal. ("Love is being stupid... together". Currently available here.)
I made most of these around Valentine's day, but I've continued production because
a) they sell and
b) I like to make them.
That's a very lovely combination.
I only have a couple more in stock in the store, but my head is full of ideas just frolicking around waiting to be commited to paper.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Yeah, there's nothing that the road cannot heal.
Washed under the black top, it's gone beneath my wheels.
There's nothing that the road cannot heal.
They say the sun won't burn forever but that's a science too exact
I can prove it, watch, we're crossing the state line.
See those headlights coming towards us? That's someone going back
To a town they said they'd never, yeah, they swore it on their life
But you can't break out of a circle
That you never knew you were in.
Washed under the black top, its gone beneath my wheels...
There's nothing that the road cannot heal. You can't see it very well in any of the pics I took, but the tree growing alongside the road is made up of the lyrics from that chorus.
Notice how the road looks like its a different texture than the rest of the painting?
That's because it's band aids.
And what gives the rest of the painting that spidery texture?
Medical gauze of course.
Every element of this piece is in keeping with the theme of healing.
Buy it here.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
The sweetest joy,
the wildest woe is love.
I kind of went wild with the feathers and fabric and whatnot.
If the last painting was a funeral, then this one is a party...
every material in my reportoire wanted to be invited.
Invite her to your house, buy here.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
"Its farther than you think"
"The Let Down"
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Even though we live in the same apartment and sleep in the same bed.
I'm not talking "see you tomorrow", either. I'm talking, "are you going to church this week? Cool, me too. See you on Sunday!"
But isn't communication the key to a successful marriage?
But how do you communicate when you don't see each other for 3 or 4 days?
You know you've found the right one when he can make you laugh without even being there.
(He doesn't just print off the ones from the front page, either- he shuffles through them to find ones he knows I'll especially love).
You can use my method too!
Are you ready? Cause here it is...
Run far far away!
You don't even have to go far if you don't want to.
A tiger twenty feet from the tent is still outside the circus.
It only stops working when they chase you.