Friday, November 27, 2009

Words To Live By

Don't hide behind the world your flare

Always take fashion risks...

Never be afraid to wear many hats.....

Adorn yourself in body art....

Be bold in your color choices.......
Remember the eyes are the window to our real soul...let yours speak for itself...

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Art With Bling

The storms of November have come a knocking. My little bungalow is creaking and groaning in the wind and the rain is hitting the roof. I haven't been around a lot, keeping busy visiting friends and cozying up with a good book or two. I need to discipline myself to get back to work and focus on my designs. Time seems to be flying and before you know it the end of the year will be here.

I found this vintage gem at a flea market last summer. I planned to do something fun with it and today when I finished this painting I felt she needed a little something more. I used the broach and added some velvet leaves and feathers for a funky little hair piece. I am all about velvet right now, must be the weather.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Late Night Inspiration

Inspiration can come at the strangest time. Last night at 2 am I woke up and had to draw out what popped in my head. This hand painted letter takes me back to a simpler time when people took the time to write to someone who may reside in a hotel. I know that Coco Channel lived at the Ritz Hotel in Paris and now there is a suite named after her. Can you imagine how inspiring that room would be. Today I had fun painting this "Letter of Love" and sort of winged it as I went along.

I am in love with old letters and labels, and signs and this was inspired by some I have seen.

Here is a close up of the stamp I hand painted and added on top of the canvas.

On the back I added a little wax seal and signed it with love.
I love a day of just painting and playing around....don't you?

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Along The Way

I am sitting here in Canon Beach thinking of you. Been lots of fun so far and so much to see. A pretty drive down to Long Beach,Washington and stayed on the beach with the softest sand, we caught a glimpse the alligator man...went to Astoria and saw the "Goonie House" and the school from Kindegarten Cop. You should hear the sea lions..they are so loud, like dogs barking. The recession must have hit hard here because there was a lot of empty store fronts in Astoria. It's sad to see because it is such a beautiful city. I am off to explore Canon Beach today and do some retail theraphy. The weather is good except this morning seems a rather blustery day. But that wont stop us. I'll keep you updated on all our adventures.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Road Trip

I am off on a road trip in my friends motor home.We are headed down the Oregon Coast and should be gone a week or so. I am looking forward to taking lots of pictures of our adventures and possibly some video. As an artist I look for new inspiration and can't wait to see whats others are doing and visiting some new gallery's. I am not sure if I will have access to wireless but will try to keep you informed and possibly post a few pics. I hope our good weather continues. Until later I bid you farewell.

Bon Voyage


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Beautiful Fall

I have been outside alot. October is my birth month and one of my favorites. We have had warm beautiful days and cool evenings. The September rush is over and routine has set in. Clubs and team sports are starting up and it's gets darker a little earlier each day. Fall is everywhere.
My sister and I took some time out and went for a visit to Galey Farms.

We took my 16 year old niece and had a blast. We acted like kids playing tag in the corn maze and rode the little train. We also enjoyed a hay wagon ride and got to pick out our own pumpkins. I managed to take some photos and bought lots of fresh produce. The weather was perfect, what a great day.

Friday, October 2, 2009

The Colors Of Fall

I just adore the colors of fall

The leaves are falling and changing color. The air is crisp and cool on our walks in the woods, the temperature has dropped. The smell of wood burning is in the air as people light the fireplace for the first time this season. Today I noticed the little kid across the street is proudly displaying his new Jack O Lantern painting in the front window of his house. Halloween is not that far away.

My dog loves sitting in and sniffing the leaves. Last year he sat for a bunch of photos and didn't seem to mind that I kept changing the setting.

He loves the camera and knows how to vogue.

I had a bit of fun with this one. I have to think of something interesting for this years photo. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Flea Market Frame.

Found this old frame a few months it for a song. It's a large metal oval frame with ivy leaves on it, I thought it would make a perfect sign for my petite maison. When ever I looked at it I visioned it weathered and old with a slight patina look about it. I sprayed the body with a rust paint and the went to work on the top coat. With a finger I applied paints and creams and rubbed it on and rubbed it off. This effect gave the metal a buffed look and then I rubbed some bronze, and gold into the texture of the metal. I also brushed on some powders in various colors of blues, greens and purples. I buffed it with a cloth and rubbed it till it shone like old metal. It was just so much fun and relaxing to muck about with. These photos don't do it justice so click to enlarge them to get the full effect.

I was really happy with how it turned out. It reminded me of some of the metals in I seen in Paris and how over the years the elements have aged and colored them. To think some of these pieces have been there for years and years and some are newer but still are just beautiful.

There is the beautiful entrance to Laduree.

The sights you see hanging out in a grave yard in Paris...even Jim Morrison has weathered quite nicely.

Or other treasures Paris has in abundance.

I am really excited to have a nice frame perfect for one of my upcoming paintings and can't wait to fill it.



Monday, September 28, 2009

Life Lessons: Set Backs and Birthdays

Excuse me while I bang my head on the desk in frustration. There is a reason mother birds push there young out of the nest. I thought he had finally figured things out, started to mature and make his way. Last night I knew I was wrong. Turning a year older only made it legal for him to do some of the things he does. In the eyes of the law he is a man. As his mother, I beg to differ. Being the single parent of "Ruprick the Monkey Boy" has been the hardest, most challenging, learning curve of my life.

I thought the fog had lifted and we had smooth sailing ahead. It was only the calm before the storm. Having a license to do something does not mean you actually know how to handle it. Taking his time to learn how to walk and talk, Man Cub has been in a rush to try anything and everything since then and pretty much has. As a parent, Man Cub has forced me to learn and be aware of things I never thought possible. He loves to teach me life lessons at 3 am. Phone calls in the middle of the night, field trips to police stations and emergency room visits has occupied my evenings for the last five years. My cable service provider doesn't have as many dramas as I do.

Then it all seemed to stop, things were quiet. Man Cub seemed to be looking toward his future, making plans and acting sensible. I stopped clenching my jaw and taking the phone to bed. The neighbours stopped seeing red flashing lights in my driveway. Relaxed and proud I bragged about the changes, and voiced my heavy sighs of relief. We had made it through the storm and survived all the crashing waves and dusted off the "home sweet home" sign. I should have kept my big mouth shut.

The "birth" day finally arrived and Man Cub took it in stride. He seemed pretty level headed as he made his plans and headed out the door.I went off calmly to a friends for dinner. Still I was like Miss Clavel in Madeline..In the back of my mind I couldn't get rid of the lingering feeling "something was not quite right". I pushed the feeling aside and told myself that it was just a flash back and relax and enjoy my evening. Which I did.

Later all settled in bed I was mulling over my evening and smiled to myself. I am so glad all that was behind us...can't believe he is so grown up, and I drifted off to sleep. The phone rang at 1 am and marathon began. Rushing out in the middle of the only thought was to retrieve him. Like a mother lion, I just wanted to protect my young. He was stranded and lost and needed help. Old habits are hard to break. With out going into details, the evening became a chaotic mess. One word of advice, never asked a drunk person directions, they will totally lead you astray. So there I was in the wrong place at the really wrong time. An ungodly hour searching for a ungrateful child who forgot to charge their cell phone.

Panic and frustration took over. Once you have had a tragedy in your life you tend to see all things ending that way. It is something I have to work on and live with. Last night I gave into my fears as I was driving around strange streets and undiscovered territories. Man Cub was lost in the big city and no good would come of it. I was devastated. Finally after what seemed forever and half a tank of gas..Man Cub made contact and he was not a happy camper. He was not anywhere close to where he told me to be and yet it some how became my fault and he told me in no uncertain terms. He claimed to have been calling and calling yet my phone never rang.

He started in on me the moment I finally located him and ranted and raved. At first I was just so thankful he was alright, I drove in silence. He passed out very soon after we left the city and I watched him fall slightly forward. With one eye on the road and the other on him...I studied this strange alien that had replaced my once fat faced smiling boy and I let go. I can't do this anymore, Man Cub is on his own. Time for him to fall or fly.

When we finally made it home I listened to all the verbal abuse left for me on my answering machine. Seems in his drunken stupor Man Cub called my home number instead of my cell. This only confirmed my decision. He will have to fix his own messes, my job is done. I have given all I can and passed on what I know the rest is up to him.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Wahoo It's The Weekend

It's last weekend of September, fall is just around the corner. There is new colors everywhere and the air is slightly crisp and cool. This weekend enjoy the last of the summer weather while you can.


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Sleep Is For The Weak At Heart

I have days and days of sleep to catch up on. I can't function properly and I am getting farther and farther behind. The last few weeks have been busy and the stress load is reaching volcanic levels. I am running out of time, inspiration and all around Joie de Vivre.

My time is being demanded by more and more individuals and I have nothing left to give. The weather here has been awesome and I feel guilty for not taking advantage of this time to work outdoors enough. The shop is stacked with things to sort and sand, crack and phil. I need to get something done. I have had company and the house is a mess and theres been little time to canvas sits and gather dust. I have clients to visit, photos to upload, bills to pay and furniture to list. Grocery shopping is now a huge chore and I am walking in circles. I am not some one you should come to ask for advice right now, deciding what to have for dinner is more then I can handle. Some days all I get done is laundry and some days I don't. I tried painting yesterday and spent so much time redoing something that before I would have been able to capture right away. I feel the hours are wasted as now I hate the results. As in all trials in my life I try to look at things with humor and see the bright side to the life around me. This is what I learned while the rest of the world is sleeping.

I have 3 small cracks in my ceiling.

I think my little dog can snore louder then a 747

Alcohol before bed does not help you just have to get up and pee.

They play Harrison Ford Movies back to back on late night TV.

Your furniture jumps out and attacks you while walking around in the dark and leaves ugly bruises in odd places.

Your credit card can get declined at any hour.

Vacuuming at 3 am is clothing optional.

I thought I would surf the internet for a solution for my sleep problem. You would be amazed how typing the word sleep in to Google all the strange and wonderful place it can take you.

YouTube provided the best result so far...desperate times calls for desperate measures.

Don't forget to kill the music at the bottom of the page before playing this clip


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Back Ground Check

Back ground of new canvas

Today we finally got some up beat news from the doctors and I felt like painting again. I think I had been holding my breath for a week body is so tired, but I am sooooo glad to be painting again.I dragged out a canvas, threw on the tunes and started to play. It felt great...I think the painters block is finally gone. I felt like playing with textures and patterns. Some times for me the best part is the back grounds and they add a whole new mood to a painting.



Saturday, September 12, 2009

"Nothing Is Impossible To A Willing Heart"

I have had a rather hectic weekend and not around the computer as much. Trying to squeeze in as much outdoor activity's while the weather is still warm and sunny. I found some wonderful treasures this week and am very excited about up coming brains a buzzing. Until then I will leave you with a little vignette I created...I just adore photoshop. Don't you? Enjoy your weekend.



Friday, September 11, 2009

Painted Past

We will you know...

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Get Up And Move.

I have become a runner. When you see those long legged athletes along the road running in their stylish outfits and looking uber fit as they make it all look so not think of me.

I am not an attractive runner and some may not call what I do running..LOL. I huff and puff along in my stretch pants and unmatched shirt, my hair ends up looking like I have been hanging out in a wax factory and my face is blotchy and red..but I don't care.

I get up and force myself to get out the door and start with a brisk walk and attempt to run. My back aches, my muscles are stiff and my baby toe has a rather ugly blister on it. Still I have a large grin on my face and a lot more energy. I have a long way to go and I will.

While sitting at my daughters hospital bedside all those months I would daydream about running...I am sure it was my minds way of escaping my life. I started to have dreams about running, but still I didn't do anything about it. I shoved it away and life past by. My BFF was a marathon runner..I even went and watched her from the side lines and told myself next year..I will join her, but I never did. Then about a year ago, she too was in a horrible car accident. She wasn't supposed to survive, but she did. She has fought to get better and shes getting there.. but her running days are over(only for now, I hope) She misses it...shes sad. I would dream I was running with my friend and tried to cheer her up.

When we got the news of my fathers illness the other took me back to my daughters accident. Seeing her struggle to get better and of her living with pain and fighting just to move. Those feelings of day in and day out of hospital life. That feeling of just sitting and waiting for something to change. Of seeing my once healthy friend sitting in a wheel chair..and I was embarrassed and angry. I was lazy and have taken a healthy body for granted. Something inside me snapped.

So now I run, I run for my daughter, I run for my friend, I run for my dad. I run for my other friend with cancer who has been to weak to get up and move. I run for the people in the hospitals and in wheel chairs...the bed ridden. I am not going to change any thing. I am not a do gooder. These people don't know about me. The only thing I wish would be that some healthy people read this and get up and move for some one they love. You will feel better for it and we should all appreciate the bodies we have.

I couldn't find anything about running that inspired me at this moment...but I did find this cute video about a guy named Matt who danced all over the world. He's no Michael Jackson and he hasn't learned a new step, but he has a great smile and people couldn't help but get up and dance with him So if your not into running, perhaps you can get up and dance..Dance like no one is watching( and then your friends will post it on YouTube).Just get up and move.

The photos were taken with my cell the quality is not good. But I was out on a run and thought how lucky I am to live here. Enjoy


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Pink is my favorite crayon!

Lets talk pink...

I can never get enough ...

I like to paint with shades of pink....

Sweet and pink is how I like my drink

Theres nothing like pink to give you a lift..

Every one loves Lucy when she is covered in pink...

Vignettes of pink ..all pretty and bright.

Cyrstals and pink...make a beautiful light

Pink perfume has the sweetest smell...

A pink table setting is really quite swell...

Yes pink is a color I can't live with out

The joy it brings is a gift you give yourself


Monday, September 7, 2009

It's Good To Be Queen

When I first saw Sofia Coppola's movie Marie Antoinette I fell in love with the costumes and scenery. The movie is pure magic to look at and must have been a set directors dream to create.

Since I was unable to visit Versailles on my first visit to Paris I made sure it was first on the agenda on my second. Seeing the movie made me want to go there even more. I became a bit obsessed with the images and books on her. I went and visit this last April and snapped some photos and collected a few touristy things while I was there.

I have to admit that I was disappointed by the stuff for sale there after seeing the movie. I mean come on people jump on the band wagon...there is so much more they could have done. The fun I could have had if I was given free reign to be on the marketing team.Of course there was note pads and pencils, shirts the regular tourist things. But the few things I did buy were pretty basic.

This little silk bag is sweet but the images are the only reason I bought it. I purchased the perfume for myself and others. I really wanted a fan and was terribly disappointed with the only one I could find. It's print is so light you can barely see it. I also bought the pill box included in the photo

I had to have the music box...
While rummage around in a thrift store this week I found a basic yellow fan and decided to create my own funny little fan. It was a great way to spend a rainy afternoon.

A little close up...

I found this little coach a few weeks back at a street fair..thought it looked like something she would ride in.

While I am at it I may as well show you these slippers I found in the 'Carousel de Louvre' ..I had to have them as they reminded me of some of the wonderful shoes she wore.
Since I couldn't find any of the high fancy ones that she wore. I will just have to make some. Until then.