Imogen gets Shawn Horcoff’s autograph at the March 12th Oiler ‘s game. Pretty cool hey?
I did ‘Balanced’ a little while ago but couldn’t help but think how perfect it was for this topic!
Loved the smaller version of this so much have started a large canvas of the same subject.
Subtracting him from her was painful but made her whole.
Not quite finished. Here are some more photos of the mural in progress. You’ll have to wait just a little bit longer to see it all done…ha,ha,ha. (It is like a cliff hanger isn’t it!)
By the way, these photos were taken by Trish Walker.
This is the mirror that I have painted for the Dentist office. It will hang directly across from the completed poppy mural at the ‘smile station’. Say ‘CHEESE”!
This is a 11″x14″ mixed media painting on wood from my Too Small series.
This is a 18″x24″ mixed media painting on wood from My Too Small series.
The image of a bird cage just keeps popping into my head and on to the pages of my sketchbook but, I until now, I have not included it in an actual painting.
I love the see-through quality, and delicate wire bars of this Victorian birdcage. As a sculpture, a birdcage is rather beautiful and decorative. (Indeed, many people collect birdcages just for that reason.) However, I can’t help looking at an empty birdcage without feeling a little sad. Like something is missing. (Well, a bird obviously!) Perhaps I just need to try thinking about it differently; that the bird has escaped its captures and is free. This would make me happy if I was not so sure that a bird that was once caged would most likely not fair so well out in the wild.
I worry about being over protective with my children. How will they fair if I never let them fail? I constantly try to protect them from any hurt or nastiness that this world may bring them. Will they be able to make it all better for themselves? Comfort their own hurt? How can I teach them these skills? And, indeed, is it already to late? If I keep them caged up now, what chance do they have? At the same time, I want their childhood to be magic, innocence and joy. Childhood should be paradise. It should be free of worry and sadness. It is the only time that we are truly allowed the freedom of those feeling. When I see children that are deprived of those things my heart aches.
It is such a balance isn’t it? Just finding that perfect balance is a life’s work. A mother’s work. (And father’s too, of course).
This is the cutest pillow in the whole world! It was created by Sandy Mastroni and when I saw it on Etsy I just had to have it! I think I am going to frame it in a shadow box frame and hang it in the girl’s room …so they don’t fight over it!
Stepping back to take a look.
I’ll have more images of this soon….
He was legendary among the old timers in the lily pond.
Oh, by the way, this one is available as a limited edition reproduction ACEO.
Just a little mixed media painting I did today. I am working on a larger painting, also with a bird cage. I have been wanting to include this wire birdcage in a painting for quite awhile now and I finally got around to it.
Imogen is going to the hockey game tonight. Do you think she is excited?
Here is a little sketch I did yesterday of a girl dressed as bunny. Maybe Easter is on the brain or maybe it is last week’s ballet recital (Imogen was a bunny). Anyway, I thought I’d share it ’cause I thought it was kind of pretty.
Here is a new 8″x10″ mixed media canvas that I did today.
Capturing a moment. Mid giggle.
Usually I gravitate toward the static , moody pose but occasionally I like to challenge myself with this type of image. Not unlike ‘Joy’.
This is another mixed media drawing that I did today. She seems to be in a meadow. I wish I was in a meadow. A way from this frigid cold. I am so done with winter. Perhaps I have spring on the brain. I wish spring would sprung already.
Also, you can read an interview I did recently about blogging and my art by checking out this fabulous blog : Art of Humongous Proportions.
I didn’t have long this morning so I did this quick mixed media drawing on paper.
She had wings as intricate and delicate as a butterfly.
I finished this painting today.
The title refers to the way our memories fade in and out. Some memories are so clear while others are foggy and transparent. The memories that are clear are not always the most important, often we wonder why we have held on to that memory at all. How can we remember things so vividly from long ago but barely remember things that happened to us last week?
The memory can be selective and often distorted. What is really true, what is fabricated, what is embellished? I often wonder these things. And I often worry what memories I am creating for my children. What are they going to remember? Mommy keeping the house clean? Our walks to the library? Ballet class? Our endless photo sessions? Watching too many Barbie movies? My limited patience? My reclusive tendencies? How will my choices effect them in their adult lives? Did I give them a feeling of entitlement?* And on and on. It sure can be exhausting.
I remember somewhere I heard/read of a woman ( I think it was some film star) saying she had absolutely no memory of her childhood. It was like she didn’t exist before a certain time. I wish I could remember if I had read it or heard it on TV but there you go, my memory fails me. I found that idea fascinating though. No memories of being a child. That would be so odd. I wonder if she ever had children of her own. What kind of Mother was she? How would she relate to their childhood? Surely the memories of our own childhood shape the way we raise our children. For good or for bad. Isn’t that why we hold on to traditions? To try to relive our childhood through our children’s experience of the same things we did when we were children.
I’ll stop now, I could go on and on.
*I am currently reading ‘Outliers’ by Malcolm Gladwell
This painting is available on etsy
This 11″x14″ mixed media painting on canvas is not quite finished.
Every time she held a balloon she couldn’t help worrying that it just might blow away.
I did this 8″x10″ painting this morning. She looks to the future, I see the past. Somehow we both have to try to enjoy our moments together right now without letting these thoughts get in the way. Somehow, as a Mother, I need to teach her these skills so that she can be content and happy with what she has right now.
Available on etsy.