Be brave enough to live life creatively — Purplerays

How can you not love a message like this?

 

. Be brave enough to live life creatively. The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover will be yourself. ~ Alan Alda 💚 Text and […]

Be brave enough to live life creatively — Purplerays

Good Times Are Ahead

I made some resolutions earlier this year. 

Not New Year’s Resolutions nor Solstice Resolutions nor Mother’s Day Resolutions. Just some Creativity Resolutions.

The first one comes due next Saturday. My first Art Show of the Season.

Am I ready? Is anyone ever ready for their next step into the world of creativity?

Making Angel Tears is one thing. Painting plates is one thing. Crocheting hangers on kitchen towels is one thing.

Showing them to the public is another.

I keep telling myself I’m too old for this $hit. That to be afraid of who I am at nearly 70 years old is ridiculous. I mean, how can I be any more off-center than I already am?

So anyway, my first art show is this Saturday. I’m doing the final count, the final packing, the final polishing. I swore I’d be done way before this weekend, but guest what — life got in the way.

Good and Bad.

So I’m taking my wares and my gauzy summer dress and my hat with lots of strings of tears that didn’t turn out so I wrapped them around the band and a new sparkly tablecloth and making my way up north. I’m going to play some instrumental medieval tavern music softly in the background and hang up my sparklers and do what I was born to do.

Sell Creativity.

I’m going to talk about Tears and Art Fairs and friends who are crafters. I am going to watch sparkles across the pavement and sneak away during the slow time and check out the other artists who are hanging around and down the main street with me.

Once I get back I hope to start working on my second Creative Resolution.

Offer one of my earliest books for free on my website.

Why not? I can’t share the magic if I don’t share the magic. I’m not up to making money on my writing — I just want to share (what I think) is some great writing.

Next I’m going to do some research and send out some of my short stories and poetry to publications and see if anyone is interested in a woman who is forever driving through a cornfield or someone who is chatting on their computer with someone who may or may not be right in their vicinity or a little girl who made friends with a dwarf.

If I sit in the background for the rest of my life that’s where I will be when I pass on to the next level.

In the background.

And I will not have  shared my excitement about my world and my craft and creativity and the beauty of love and life to anyone.

What a shame that would be.

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Yeesookyung

Korean artist Yeesookyung received her MFA in Painting, at Seoul National University, Seoul, Korea, in 1989.The artist creates sculptures by combining discarded shards of porcelain, assembling them to make new forms and fusing them with gold leaf.The resulting works are often organic in shape, resembling soap bubbles or other biomorphic forms.Her series titled “Translated Vase,” was first inspired by the Korean artisan tradition of destroying porcelain works that are not deemed pristine, and she has continued to make the fused pieces since 2001.Intrigued by these tossed aside works and shards, Yeesookyung began saving fragmented tea cups and pots rejected by contemporary masters.The artist collected broken shards from artisans who worked in Korea replicating historical vessels from the Goryeo (918–1392) and Joseon (1392–1897) dynasties.Honoring the works’ dismantled states, she traces each crevice in 24-karat gold leaf in the style of Japanese kintsugi, merging the unwanted works together in a way that heightens the beauty of their distress.By ‘translating’ these porcelain elements, Yeesookyung highlights the fragility and imperfections of human existence as well as the inevitable failure of any attempt to construct historic continuity.More of Yeesookyung‘s wonderful creations can be found at https://www.yeesookyung.com/ and https://www.instagram.com/yeesookyung_/.

 

 

 

Do The Mess Around

Ah, you can talk about the pit, barbecue
The band was jumpin’, the people too
Ah, mess around
They doin’ the mess around
They doin’ the mess around,
Everybody doin’ the mess around

Ray Charles

 

That’s me. That’s my life lately.

Not quite hanging around the BBQ, but Mess Around. Messing Around. Messing Up. 

The other day I must have pushed a wrong button or wrong file button and everything was being filed on my One Drive. Since I don’t use One Drive and didn’t know what it was, I freaked out. I stopped it half way through whatever it was doing and deleted the files it was transferring and wound up deleting a good portion of my art files for my Gallery. Both the new artists and the file with the ones I needed to put on the ACTUAL Gallery.

I also lost some other stuff. I found some stuff later, but that’s not the point.

Now, my writing and  research is backed up on a flash drive. Back it Up. Back it Up. You would think I would have been smart enough to back up future gallery work too.

They doin’ the mess around
They doin’ the mess around,
Everybody doin’ the mess around

THIS is what happens when you are too smart for your britches. Too cool for school. Too sly for an art guy (rather girl). This is what happens when you only do a partial. 

So why am I grumbling to you this fine day?

BACK UP YOUR WORK!!

All the time. Every day. Don’t leave it for tomorrow or the weekend or when you get enough work done to make it worth saving.

Also…

Don’t be dumb. Learn your computer’s programs. You don’t need to be a computer programmer to learn what One Drive or Microsoft 365 or Google Photos are. Don’t cut something off in the middle of its function.

Stop Messin’ Around.

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Optical Illusions

What is an optical illusion?Optical illusions, more appropriately known as visual illusions, involves visual deception.Due to the arrangement of images, the effect of colors, the impact of light source and other variables, a wide range of misleading visual effects can be seen.Optical Illusions can use color, light and patterns to create images that can be deceptive or misleading to our brains.The information gathered by the eye is processed by the brain, creating a perception that in reality, does not match the true image.

That’s why some optical illusions seem to move when in reality they don’t, or can look like a face and a background at the same time.

Perception refers to the interpretation of what we take in through our eyes.

Optical illusions occur because our brain is trying to interpret what we see while making sense of the world around us.Optical Illusions are dizzying, mystifying, intricate and interesting.

When people say “I can’t believe my eyes!” now you know why.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Time To Play What If? Again

The Bench that Dreams Beneath the Pink Trees,
Tara Turner

When the moon is full (last night was the Super Flower Blood Moon total lunar eclipse) and Mercury is in retrograde (until June 2nd), it is time to get creative. (The beautiful evening outside my door doesn’t hurt, either!)

As I was multitasking last evening (as I often am) I started thinking about “What If?” again. I wrote a blog about What If back in 2018 about keeping your What If’s going; writing them down, painting them, growing them. Later that year I wrote another blog called Let “What If” Guide Your Story about letting your mind wander into various “What If “worlds until you found one that appealed to you.

I seem to often talk about letting your creativity take you to new worlds, new thoughts, new possibilities.

Not everyone cares to participate in the speculation of the future. After all, we have enough trouble handling the speculation of today.

But with full moons and retrograding and any other excuse you can make up, this is the time to change your wardrobe and try on something new. Something wild and different. Something stern and conservative.

Something different from the same old you.

I have lost faith in a lot of movies lately; they are the samO samO plots, language, and emptiness. Like many books, paintings, stories, music, guitar solos and such that have come before, we have heard it all.

But now and then I come across a movie that is stark, interesting, and different. Twists I didn’t see coming, emotions that came out of somewhere deep and unpredictable, endings that surprise everyone.

When being creative, don’t you sometimes want to do the same?

Surprise your readers? Paint a scene that was at the edge of what is real? Fire a bowl or vase that is unique all onto itself? Take a picture at an angle that most people never consider?

Sometimes What If’s don’t work quite right. If I What If‘d a realistic park scene with pink trees, unless my genre was pop art or Abstract Expressionism, it wouldn’t work.

But what if I did decide to paint a landscape with pink trees? What if I decided to make water yellow and plants purple? 

If I could actually pull it off, how wonderfully creative that would be! If I used my understanding of color and shading and texture and make everything look real, what difference would the colors make?

That’s what What If is all about.

Taking the familiar and making it do unfamiliar things.

It’s the what-if-you-were-standing-outside-looking-around-and-suddenly-you-see-a-gigantic-spider-climbing-over-the-trees-towards-you sort of moment.

Something you’re not likely to see in this lifetime, yet, if you did ….

I hope you are working on your What If moments.

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Jenny Foster

Growing up in a small town on the Colorado River in Arizona, Jenny Foster gravitated toward art at an early age.Foster studied fine art at Arizona State University and graduated with a degree in graphic design.Her style is both primitive and contemporary, and she delivers it with a combination of abstract shapes and happy colors and symbols.To many artists, it is a great challenge to express feelings of personality in their art without injecting some realism.But Foster has mastered the art enough to do this through symbols and abstract forms.Foster’s works are inspired by her appreciation of nature, happy colors, and the spirit of life.The artist lets her palette and brush express her imagination.She prefers to achieve quality without adding too much detail or sophistication, keeping everything simple and fresh.

More of Jenny Foster’s inspirational artwork can be found at  http://jennyfoster.com/.

 

 

 

 

Henry, Margie, Devin and Flying Lavender…poems — Rethinking Life

Something about those chicklets — they get to me every time —

Meet a few of them!

 

Hi My name is Margie the chicklet in the air is named Lavender she’s one of the ones who refuses to believe that chicklets can’t fly she says that they can and she’s proving it right now but we know that flying on a wire is not the same thing as using one’s wings still […]

Henry, Margie, Devin and Flying Lavender…poems — Rethinking Life

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Thunderheads

 

Thunderhead:  The upper portion of a cumulus cloud characterized by dense, sharply defined, cauliflowerlike upper parts and sometimes by great verticality.   ~ Dictionary.com

Thunderhead:  The swollen upper portion of a thundercloud, usually only recognized by people who enjoy having great breadth, but little depth of knowledge. ~ Joe, Urbandictionary.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Watch Your Words

What do you think of when you hear the word…..

BUSY

NICE

EVIL

STUPID

Words are what make the world’s languages understandable. Gestures add to that understanding when possible, but we all have preconceived notions of basic words that may or may not be the same as others.

Skipping various degrees of emotion, we all know what someone means when they say the word LOVE. We understand the word HOT and  SLEEPY and HUNGRY. We all pretty much picture love as a good feeling between two (or more) people; hot means high temperature; sleepy means a need for rest; hungry means… well… breakfast, lunch or dinner time.

But what about more nebulous words like EVIL or BUSY?

Nebulous, you ask? What’s “in the form of a cloud or haze; hazy” about being busy? Or being evil?

We all have different ideas when it comes to certain words.

EVIL may mean murderers, psychos, or oppressors. It’s a negative word that conjures up monsters, dictators, and torturers.

What about BUSY? Like “Sorry, I’m busy tonight.”

Busy can be maddingly over your head in schoolwork or job work. It can be too many steps in the instructions or too many thoughts in your head.  It can be a sign of importance, organization or overscheduling.

Then there’s words like STUPID and NICE.

STUPID is a word that conjures up visions of forgetfulness and worse. It can be as light as forgetting to close the door behind you to forgetting your name or where you live. Stupid connotates a negative image of not knowing or not caring. It can be used to describe the mentally challenged, the old, animals and those prone to act before they think.

Or Nice.

NICE is one of those generic words that can be interchanged with many other words like pleasant, bland, and okay. Nice, with it’s positive notation, can be used to describe flavors, personalities, the weather, interactions, and views. There is no threat behind that word; no highs or lows in the complement, no color. Just a positive wave of feel good.

So what’s the point of all this nonsense today?

Mostly it’s that words, simple as they are in our minds, can dictate the world. Can be misunderstood by those who have a different interpretation or experience of life. And your meaning can be misconstrued with one utterance.

BUSY can also be interpreted as I don’t want to, I’m too important to be bothered, or find someone else.

EVIL can be extended to people taking a stand, a different point of view, or those who make life difficult.

HUNGRY can slip into wanting more, the need to dominate, or starvation instead of sustaining.

To some, NICE is not caring enough to do more, not challenging enough, being bland, lazy, and safe.

STUPID has been interchanged with retarded, foolish, low class, and lazy. It easily slips off the tongue as condescending, bullish and dismissive.

Just sayin’ … be aware of the words you use to describe not only your life but the lives of others. How you put certain words in sentences, both in person and online, can be taken differently by those on the other end.

Change your vernacular. Choose your words, your tone, carefully. Chill on the negative words like STUPID and EVIL. People are indeed evil, hungry, and  stupid. But they are also complicated. Emotional. Not grounded.

People  evoke the worst emotions from people. And the best.

Do what you can with those you label negatively: help where you can, let go where you have to. You cannot change the world — you can only influence it now and then by your own attitude.

You only get one chance to attitude it through life. Make it a positive word. Not a negative one.

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Happy Mother’s Day

Today is ONE of 365 days that we celebrate mothers — all kinds, all sizes, all species. To be a mom is a tough gig. Happy, sad, melancholy, sentimental, pissed off — all moms of all kinds have felt it all.

In past Mother’s Day salutes I’ve saluted Famous People’s Mothers, More Famous Peoples’ Mothers, Mother Idioms,  and, way back in 2016, an almost-Mother’s-Day-Salute Holy Mother and Child.

Being the creative sprite I am, I was trying to think of other ways to celebrate being a mother/grandmother/mother’s friend/auntie/great grandma.

That’s big shoes to fill.

I thought I might try “bad” (see the quotes?) mothers, but people might get the wrong idea. (There’s actually websites like 13 Worst Celebrity Mothers Alive on This Planet and Bad Women in the Bible!)

So this year, how about — Famous Mother Female Rulers?

You go, mom!

Cleopatra VII Philopator (69 BC–10 August 30 BC) was Queen of the Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt from 51 to 30 BC, and its last active ruler. She was also a maritime pioneer, linguist, and healer. She studied math, logic, debating, and science, and spoke no less than nine languages. Cleopatra had four children.

Anna Eleanor Roosevelt (1884 – 1962) was an American political figure, diplomat, and activist. She served as the first lady of the United States from 1933 to 1945. She was an early advocate of civil rights, independent and outspoken on the rights of women and African-Americans. She pressed the United States to join and support the United Nations, and became its first delegate. She served as the first chair of the UN Commission on Human Rights, and oversaw the drafting of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. She had six children.

Hatshepsut (1507 BC–1458 BC) was the fifth pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Egypt, the second historically confirmed female pharaoh. Hatshepsut was one of the most prolific builders in Ancient Egypt, commissioning hundreds of construction projects throughout both Upper Egypt and Lower Egypt. She also improved the country’s infrastructure.   She had one daughter and one adopted son.

Rani Lakshmibai, (1828 – 1858) famously known as ‘Jhansi Ki Rani’, was one of the leading warriors in India’s First War of Independence. Also known as the Rani of Jhansi, she died fighting British colonial rulers near Gwalior in a place known as Kotah-ki-Serai. She was one of the first women freedom fighters of India who revolted against the British in 1857. She had two children.

Catherine II, most commonly known as Catherine the Great (1728 – 1796), was the last reigning Empress of Russia and the country’s longest-ruling female leader. She was a patron of the arts, literature, and education. Under her long reign, she led her country into full participation in the political and cultural life of Europe. She championed the arts and reorganized the Russian law code. She also significantly expanded Russian territory. She had two children.

Empress Wu Zetian (624 CE – 705 CE) was the only female emperor of Imperial China. She reigned during the Tang Dynasty and was one of the most effective and controversial monarchs in China’s history. She broadened the system of civil service exams, elevated the status of Buddhism in Chinese society, and waged a series of wars that saw China’s empire expand further West than ever before. She had four children.

Queen Victoria (1819-1901) was queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland for 63 years. Her “Victorian era” saw the United Kingdom evolve scientifically, politically, culturally, and industrially. She  expanded the British Empire to include territories all across Asia and Africa, and democratized the country, including the establishment of the secret ballot, easing of voting requirements, and enacting of wage increases for the working class. She had nine children.

Empress Suiko is known as the first reigning empress of Japan in recorded history (rather than an empress consort), reigning for 35 years.  She established Buddhism as the main religion in Japan, and initiated steps to centralize the state under imperial rule. The most famous of her accomplishments was the Seventeen-article Constitution, Japan’s first constitution focused on the morals and virtues of government officials. She had seven children.

Just Some Fun

After all the heavy metal of the past few posts, it’s time to smile again. Here are some of my past blogs that may tickle your funny bone. Follow the links for more.

Always make room for a smile.

 

Earrings

 

Bruno Pontiroli

 

Ray Villafane

 

Stairways to Nowhere

 

Chairs

 

Dean Russo

 

Chemistry Cat

 

Alain Delorme

 

Hair

 

Food Art

 

Chris Campbell

 

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Frank Moth

 

Frank Moth creates digital collage art – mainly human-centered – from a distant but at the same time familiar future.Moth makes digital collages and compositions with specific, distinctive color palettes, in a critically acclaimed style that is immediately recognizable.Frank Moth is actually two people: a soon-to-be doctor and a former editor.The main person behind Frank Moth has been designing for several years as a hobby and under another name.This enigmatic duo creates magical collages, balancing between what’s real and unreal, to give us a true feast for the eyes.Calling their art nostalgic postcards from the future, they create dreamlike compositions with a hint of romance and a touch of 60s vibes.Their art creates dialogues between different, distant worlds, irreconcilable styles, and unthinkable ideas.Their art is creative, fun, and imaginative. Even if one is really two.

More of Frank Moth‘s creative art can be found at https://frankmoth.com/.

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — May Day

Still Life of Flowers, Ambrosius Bosschaert, 1614

 

Tulip, Judith Leyster, 1643

 

Flowers in a Terracotta Vase with Fruit on a Stone Balustrade, Rachel Ruysch, 1700

 

Light of Iris, Georgia O’Keeffe, 1924

 

Water Lilies, Claude Monet, 1906

 

Butterfly and Chinese Wisteria Flowers, Xu Xi c.970

 

Vase with Twelve Sunflowers, Vincent van Gogh, 1888

 

Lilacs in a Window, Mary Cassatt, 1880–83

 

Margareta Haverman, A Vase of Flowers, 1716

 

Flowers, Andy Warhol, 1970

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Emily Kame Kngwarreye

Emily Kame Kngwarreye (or Emily Kam Ngwarray) (1910 – 1996) was an Aboriginal Australian artist from the Utopia community in the Northern Territory of Australia.She is one of the most prominent and successful artists in the history of Australian art.Her remarkable work was inspired by her cultural life as an Anmatyerre elder, and her lifelong custodianship of the women’s Dreaming sites in her clan Country, Alhalkere.Kngwarreye began painting on canvas in her late seventies after decades of ritual artistic activity and batik fabric painting.Unlike most desert painters at the time, Kngwarreye did not use stylized representations of animal tracks or concentric circles in her designs.Instead, she employed richly layered brushstrokes or dabs throughout her abstract compositions.Her free handling of paint using various implements, keen sense of color, and dynamic compositions earned her international fame.It was in Alhalkere that the essence of her being resided, and it was her Dreaming that was the source of the creative power, of her knowledge.So profound was her identification with Alhalkere that it infused her life and her belief system, and governed her kinship relations and connections with other people.More of  Emily Kame Kngwarreye‘s  amazing original works can be found at https://www.wikiart.org/en/emily-kame-kngwarreye and https://artguide.com.au/art-plus/emily-kame-kngwarreye/.

 

 

I Wrote a Poem

I wrote a poem the other night.

A painful one.

I wrote it in here, in my blog space. Out of the blue. Out of the black.

I didn’t know if I was going to post it — I still don’t. It’s not the kind of melody most followers and friends want to hear.

According to verywellmind, “People who have experienced emotional trauma, physical violence, domestic abuse, anxiety, depression, and other psychological issues can benefit from expressing themselves creatively.

“People do not need to have artistic ability or special talent to participate in art therapy, and people of all ages including children, teens, and adults can benefit from it. Some research suggests that just the presence of art can play a part in boosting mental health.”

I do believe in the Arts as therapy. Therapy for loss, for pain, for confusion. In more severe cases, Art Therapy should be under the care of a trained professional, for there may be deeper issues than just sadness or loss.

But for me — for most of you — an endless doodle or coloring in an adult coloring book (gel pens and books or some great ones online) is just the therapy we need.

We all need to vent. To unfocus. To focus. To let go. To hold on.

Oh, it’s all so confusing.

I don’t know if I’ll post my poem in the future, but I know it’s here. Waiting. Thinking. Debating whether or not it should be shared with people I hardly know.

Tomorrow is another day. Another chance.

Another poem.

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Stephanie Law

Stephanie Law‘s images dance along the boundary between dream and reality.She delves into the delicate language of allegory, exploring mythology in watercolors and inks.Early on, Law’s career moved through the illustration and the gaming world, but in recent decades she has focused more on her own delicate and yet intricate paintings.She interweaves texture, watercolor, gold and silver leaf, and ink to create intricate layered pieces with resin and custom designed frames.

Her art journeys through surreal other worlds, populated by dreamlike figures, masked creatures, and winged shadows.Her paintings are delicate and soft, full of magic and mystery and simple representations.Law has been a dancer for almost two decades, and her experience of how the human body moves and emotes connects to her art in the most basic of ways.Look close and find fairies, birds, cats, dragonflies, and all kinds of mystical creatures in her soft pastel colors.More of Stephanie Law‘s magical artwork can be found at https://shadowscapes.com/.

 

 

 

It Hasn’t Always Been This Hard…Has It?

Last night and again this morning I started doing research for my second book on “visiting” Paris.

I have written the outline, the general story, and now it’s a matter of researching where (physically) to start and where (physically) to end my story.

It’s not as easy as closing your eyes and pointing to a city on a map.

I want the story to make sense. I want the story to sound real. I mean, no one would wonder if I drove a car from A to B, or landed in A and drove to B, but I know me. I wouldn’t drive from A to B nor is there an airport in A or B.

Plus — I want to suspend belief until I start chatting with Colette or Alexander Dumas (or someone just as ghostly).

I just don’t remember the research being this hard the last time around.

Do you do research for your projects? No matter if it’s painting, writing a story, or building a garden, do you do your homework first? I find I have to — I hate projects that are all baloney and no substance.

I find that the more you “know” what you’re talking about, the more you can turn reality into fiction and back again. Only when you know how things work or where things are can you adapt the truth to your own version of reality.

My problem is multifold.

I want to go to Paris one day, but even if I did visit the city of love it wouldn’t be the way my character is visiting it. So it’s hard to go to places she would go rather than places ~I ~ would go or places I would actually go with a partner.

I love the idea of these mini chats with famous dead Parisians, but I like to take direction of the conversation from real quotes from the ghost in charge. But what if there are no quotes available for famous Frenchmen? Am I being too picky?

 I often get headaches of I spend too much time on the computer. My eyes need a break. But how can I write, how can I do research, without my eyes?

The answer to all these dilemmas is to just take my time. Research one thing at a time. Write one section of the story at a time. Stop worrying about the story’s next day and next day and next day. Pay attention to where I’m at at the time and give it my all.

Isn’t that how you create?

We often bite off more than we can chew. And nobody can understand us with a mouthful of mush.

Take your time. Plan. Organize. Then go crazy. Then stop. Breathe. Repeat.

And, if you need to, get a new pair of glasses.

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Dog Accessories

 

The best things in life are free. The second-best things are very, very expensive.

~ Coco Chanel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amour Amour Dog Collar, 7-carat, D-IF, brilliant-shaped center diamond, 1,600 hand-set diamonds,  18-carat white gold, crocodile leather,  *$3.2 million

 

KO-Couture Dog Tutu, hand made, 4,000 Swarovski crystals, *$6,000

 

Swarovski Crystal Dog Bath, 19th-Century clawfoot style, hand set crystals, *$6,995

 

Gianni Versace Barocco Pet Bowl, fine porcelain, ornate gold and black scrollwork,  22 carat gold leaf edging and accents, *$754

 

Hello Kitty Crystal Pet House, 7,600 crystal beads,  cushion/pillow in the shape of Hello Kitty’s face, *$31,660

 

Louis Vuitton Dog Carrier, signature monogram canvas,  brass S-lock, natural leather handles, zinc dish for food or water, air vents, and space specially reserved for pet owner’s photograph, *$58,000

 

Jonathan Adler Acrylic and Brass Dog Bowl Set, acrylic with polished brass corners,  *$600

 

Roberto Cavalli Track Suit, *$1,200

 

 

La Jeune Tulipe Dog Collar, 1.52-carat marquise-cut diamond, marquise-, pear-, and brilliant-shaped smaller diamonds,  *$150,000

 

 

The Couture Domed Pavilion Dog Bed, fine imitation crocodile skin on the outside and handmade, embroidered silk on the interior linens, *3,900

 

Crystal Aurora Borealis Leash, Swarovski precision-cut faceted crystal beads, platinum tone electroplated brass chain handle, woven genuine leather,  *$495

 

* Prices are approximate.

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — My Favorites

You all know that I absolutely LOVE my Sunday Evening Art Gallery. Through the years I have found one fantastic artist after another, one fantastic movement after another, and one interesting interpretation after another. I truly hope you get as much enjoyment perusing through the Galleries as I do creating them.

But, you may ask …  after posting unique and surreal art every week, what are your favorites?

I’m so glad you asked!

Here, for your art walk pleasure, are some of my favorite items (in no particular order) from some of my favorite Galleries over at the Gallery itself (and, mind you, this is the most difficult thing I’ve done all week!)

 

Clark Little

 

Pianos

 

Cathedral Windows 

 

Tokuhiro Kawai

 

Evening in Paris

 

Bisa Butler

 

Leonid Afremov

 

Liu Bolin

 

Melissa Schmidt

 

Reflections

 

Yayoi Kusama

 

Matt Molloy

 

 

 

It was amazingly difficult to choose so few of my favorites. Every artist was chosen because they are my favorite. Take time and wander through the gallery some time. Tell you friends! Your groups! Your best friend’s cousin’s friend!

Love you all … 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Naoto Hattori

Japanese artist Naoto Hattori imagines small fluffy animals with healthy doses of fantasy and some unnatural hybridization.The painted creatures often feature round heads and disproportionately large and reflective eyes.

At once adorable and unnervingly surreal, the fantastical creatures  seamlessly meld the myriad textures and colors found in nature into unusual hybrids.They’re often fluffy, equipped with horns in surprising spots, and bear eyes so inordinately large and glassy that they reflect full-scale landscapes.These acrylic paintings are small, typically measuring less than 3 inches by 3 inches when unframed.The artist’s style has been labeled as pop surrealist, but Hattori says it’s just what he sees in his mind.Of his work, he says: “My vision is like a dream, whether it’s a sweet dream, a nightmare, or just a trippy dream. I try to see what’s really going on in my mind, and that’s a practice to increase my awareness in stream-of-consciousness creativity. “The creatures in the paintings are avatars for entering the world of my imagination. The eyes feel like an entrance to the world of visionary memories.“I often paint a piece which visualizes myself as a hybrid creature entering the visionary world,” Hattori explains.More of Naoto Hattori’s wonderful surrealistic artworks can be found at https://www.naotohattori.com/.

 

 

 

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!
S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!

Gonna keep on dancing
To the rock and roll
On Saturday night, Saturday night
Dancin’ to the rhythm
In our heart and soul
On Saturday night, Saturday night

Bay City Rollers, 1973

 

Today’s thoughts in the clouds are more of a shake, rattle, and roll of the brain in general and memory in particular.

I was wondering — how important was Saturday night to you? Moreover, how important was Saturday night to you when you were 16, 17 years old?

I heard this song on an oldies station the other night. I happened to be driving home, the sunset orangy and red and beautiful, the weather on the tip of being warm. And I thought about  how special Saturday Night was once upon a time. Especially to young dreamy girls. (Maybe guys too — I never asked!)

The generation 10 years before me sighed and danced to All I Have to Do is Dream by The Everly Brothers and hoped and prayed someone would ask them out on a date to a soda shop or drive-in or record shop. Having a date on Saturday night was very important to one’s ego and status back in 1958. 

Back then, the ultimate proof of a successful Saturday night was “going steady.” Tokens of that depth of commitment were getting pinned, wearing your boyfriend’s letterman sweater, or exchanging school rings. 

My generation of 1968 was not much different. Being pinned or exchanging high school rings was still important. I remember going steady during part of my high school life, and always needing to do something on Saturday nights. I was dreamy eyed listening to  Love is Blue by Paul Mauriat and spent hours either talking on my pink princess phone to girlfriends or reading Modern Bride or Seventeen magazines.  

This song got me to thinking. The Bay City Rollers were sooooo excited to go out on S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night. Even in 1973 that was the  highlight of the week! The ultimate goal! The pièce de résistance!  

Time moves forward. Things change. Times change. Girls and women change. And I wondered what dating life was like for girls 16-17 years old back in 1988. Or 1998. Or even 2008.

I dunno — even though my late high school days were an emotional mess, I miss having a special date night of the week to plan for and to look forward to. Not that I still don’t go out on Saturday nights — maybe I just miss the innocent anticipation.

Was Saturday night a big deal to you? Is it a big deal these days?

I would love to hear your stories. Your experiences. Your thoughts.

♪♪ Blue, blue, my world is blue …. Blue is my world now I’m without you ♪♪♪

 

What To Do With The Past

Okay. Okay okay okay.

I haven’t written anything on my latest novel. I have barely made any Angel Tears. I haven’t read much of my book about the Titanic nor started my sparkly bead tapestry.

I’ve actually been busy redirecting, rearranging, repainting and re-carpeting my bathroom, closet, and bedroom.

That’s not a big deal.

Well, it is.

Everything I own from two of those rooms are in three big plastic containers or in a big huge snow-like pile in another room.

Twenty-some years of clothes, jewelry, unicorns, jewelry boxes, hats, colognes, TV remotes, cards, beads, used football tickets, and more.

Now that I have brand new carpeting, a new shower and cabinets in the bathroom, closet shelves, black-out blinds, and two less pieces of furniture, I’m lost.

I am fortunate. Of this I have no doubt. This is my hubby and my last hurrah before he retires in a year. What will be here will be it. My retirement in paradise will be parenthesized by what we are able to do these months.

But these are new colors for me. New style. Sanded and re-stained furniture. Even plants in the bathroom.

What am I supposed to do with all these leftovers?

I already reorganized my bathroom drawers. Got rid of tons of stuff, bought little clear bins to organize, even learned how to fold bath towels a new way so they’d fit in the new cabinet.

But the things in these bins.

Like the things still lurking in my breakfront in the livingroom and on the shelves in my work room downstairs.

Memories, souvenirs. Slips and scraps of the past I’ve kept all these years. Chicago Bears tickets, games I went to with my sons. Jewelry I wore when I worked. Cards from my grandkids. Hair clips and party beads and little green tiaras and a sun hat with bling I made 15 years ago because it was “the” thing.

Unicorn statues out the gazoo. A unicorn rug my late mother in law made for me to hang on the wall. A cool street painting from Las Vegas we picked up 25 years ago. A bell ringing tapestry from the Renaissance Faire when I used to go.

So many things that bring back so many memories.

Yet I’m doing my best to downsize.

I have done a lot of that throughout my house this past year as I’ve remodeled and repainted rooms. I have cleaned out three hoarder houses in my life and do not want my kids to have to go through that with my junk.

How do I decide what to keep?

How do I decide what to give away?

How do I decide what to give to Good Will?

A bunch of said items came from Good Will once upon a time. That world is a treasure trove of helpful items, wall paintings, water pitchers and plates for under plants and wrought iron planters.

But I digress.

This will be the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a while. And memories are a sensitive subject in my life at the moment, too, if you remember. Make them, keep them, I always say.

I have told myself that I should give a few things to the girl grandbaby, but not too many. She doesn’t need an old granny’s junk in her bedroom at four years old. I should ask a few people I know if they would like this or that, knowing that they would.

The remainder?

Send them with love and kiss back into the world so they can bring joy to others. I mean, who couldn’t use New Orleans party beads or pretty bling bracelets and earrings?

Okay — that takes care of three things —

 

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Armando Mariño

Armando Mariño is a renowned painter, sculptor and installation artist, and one of the most popular Cuban contemporary artists.Born in Santiago de Cuba, living and working in the U.S., Mariño received his art education at the Pedagogical Institute of Arts from Havana, and the prestigious Rijksakademie van Beeldende Kunsten in Amsterdam.

He is widely praised for his mesmerizing works that offer a unique and sarcastic approach to art as a space of power and exclusion.The imagery in Mariño ’s work is usually part of media reports about everyday social issues like refugees, war, economy crisis, and ecology that he incorporates in his art.

Mariño’s paintings are characterized by his distinctive and highly saturated color palette – bright pinks, oranges, greens and yellows that are offset by deep, dark shadows.

Influenced by periods of time living in the varied landscapes of Cuba, the Netherlands, France and New York’s Hudson Valley, the artist’s large-scale works explore relationships between the figure and the natural environment.

Each of his paintings is build up with multiple layers of a strong, vivid, intense, and fluorescent palette of oil or watercolors.

Indeed, Mariño has described painting as an idea that uses color in order to think.

More of Armando Mariño‘s colorful artwork can be found at http://armandomarino.com/  and https://www.widewalls.ch/artists/armando-marino.

 

I DO KNOW Something, Jon Snow!

Self Portrait

I know everything. Just like the Genie. Just Ask Me.

“You know nothing, John Snow.”

Truth is, we all know what we need to survive and that’s about it.

Now survival is a big category. It’s life and death and everything in-between. We know how to wash dishes to get the germs off the plates and water plants so they don’t die in your window. We know how to fix scratches and cuts on little ones’ toes and elbows, and know how to hug someone who just needs a hug.

The rest of the world in-between is all… what’s that phrase … catch-as-catch-can. (This phrase is so old I had to look it up [1833] — I thought it was catcher’s cat can.)

The world can’t be controlled, masterminded, cleaned up, or understood. All we can do is the best we can for ourselves, our families and friends, our neighborhoods, and our little section of the planet.

So back to the beginning nonsense.

I know what works in my world. And many worlds around me. And I’m here this morning to share this knowledge with you.

Most of you, my friends, already know what I’m going to say. I say it all the time.

GET YOUR CREATIVE MOJEY GOING!

Get that Creativity out there!

  •  Draw pictures with others — kids, grandparents. Have a coloring party night with the girls! Pull out a bottle of wine or Cherry 7-Up and a huge box of colored pencils and gel pens and find your inspiration and go for it!
  • Start — or improve — that blog you’ve been thinking about for so long. Articles too long? Too many pictures? Is anybody learning anything? Who will read it? Who will listen? Who cares? Use the creative process to create your own style, pick a topic, add your own pictures, and get it out there. Looks good on a resume (not that you’ll ever need one) and, believe me, it takes a while to find your style and voice.
  • I’m a writer, so I’m always promoting writing first. Surprise. The point is, I have picked up on a few of my friends’ desires to write, and I have been encouraging them every time they mention it. You don’t have to be an expert at it — but they might be. Help make them feel GOOD about themselves. Crafts do that.
  • Label yet don’t Label. Are you interested in Medieval Music? Modern Pop Art? Making swirl galaxies out of beads? A sign maker? There is one truth about any artist. Anywhere.
      • (needed a sub dot for this) THERE IS NO ONE KIND OF ARTIST. We are all artists — every one of us. Even if we never lift a guitar or a paintbrush. If you look at a sunset and say “wow” or enjoy the texture of a chenille blanket, you’re an artist.
      • Figure out what types of art attract you and find a way to become a part of them. Even collectors of music, salt thrones, and seashells are artists. Show off your work. Ask others questions. Learn!
  •  Talk to other creative people. This point is electric. It’s truly magical. Artists love their craft. They love to explore it, talk about it, practice it. Most artists keep this enthusiasm under wraps, because not everyone else is as into it as they are. When you find fellow artists, don’t be afraid to open up. Get them to open up. Find a way to explore the Arts together. Find a way to encourage each other to continue experimenting and exploring.
  •  Make time. Nothing is a bigger, flatter, more obvious an excuse (albeit legit) for not playing around with clay or gel pens or bead art or woodworking than I DON’T HAVE ANY TIME. Make time, damnit! This is for YOU. You go this way only once….

I hear the gears grinding. Monday mornings are good for that. I myself am going to go take a shower then work on some suncatchers. I have a book about returning to France that I’m really wanting to start writing, and some plants to repot to turn my home into a garden paradise. Oh yeah … and those bulbs and lavender need planting…and the bead art my daughter-in-law gave me …

I hear YOUR gears grinding too. Get started today!

“You do know something, Jon Snow!”

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Ivan Khlebnikov

Ivan Khlebnikov (1819–1881) was born in St. Petersburg, Russia, a son of a diamond and jewelry merchant.Khlebnikov’s remarkable career began in 1867, when he opened his own jewelry firm, Ivan Khlebnikov Sons and Co. in St Petersburg.His factory of diamond, gold and silver jewelry was well equipped with the latest technology for all kinds of work, and its products were considered one of the best in Russia.His  work reinvented traditional Russian style and folk art through originality and a colorful palette.Khlebnikov became known at the World Exhibition in Vienna in 1873, where by the serious consideration of experts, he earned two medals. By 1882, around two hundred artisans were employed at the firm, and Khlebnikov also established an in-house school of design and sculpture for students.Two of Khlebnikov’s most significant projects were the renovation of the Palace silver dinner sets, and the decoration of Christ the Savior, for which his firm produced nearly fifty religious objects such as chalices, incense burners, icon lamps and more.Khlebnikov’s more commercial work for the mass market centered largely around dinnerware and jewelry.More of Ivan Khlebnikov’s amazing work can be found at  .https://vsemart.com/russian-jeweler-ivan-khlebnikov/ and other sites across the Internet.

 

 

Friends and Creativity

Dreamtime

This is what Creativity is all about.

This is what friendship is all about.

Graphic Design Artist and Photographer John Lemke has been a friend of mine since I started my last job 19 years ago. He was a catalog artist, I was a catalog coordinator. Between us (and a bunch of other people) we made catalog magic. He laid out the pages, I proofread the pages. 

Both of us have gone on to bigger and better things.

This includes Art.

I highlighted John’s graphic artworks back in 2015 and his photography in 2021. I also published a boatload of his work in the Gallery in August 2015 and December 2021. 

John is a friend but also a phenomenal artist. His work touches spots deep inside that have no description, no explanation. His photography makes me feel good.

And this is what today’s blog is about.

Practice your Craft.

Promote your Craft.

Promote your friend’s craft.

Spread the word of how phenomenal creativity can be.

Here are a few more of John’s photographs:

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Pyramids

 

Pyramid of Kukulcan, Chich’en Itza, Mexico

 

Pyramid of Hellinkon, Argos, Greece

 

Pyramid of Khufu (Great Pyramid), Giza, Egypt

 

Xunantunich Ruins, Belize

 

Ziggurat of Ur, Nassiriyah, Iraq

 

Bent Pyramid, Cairo, Egypt

 

The Pyramid of Cestius, Rome, Italy

 

Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, Xi’an, Shaanxi Province, China

 

Pyramids of Meroë, Shendi, Sudan

 

Step Pyramid of Djoser, Saqqara. Egypt

 

 

Too Much of a Good Time!

Well, the Internet Police got me. Let me clarify. My Internet Provider got me.

I’ve done run our Internet time down so low I’m already in the lower speed bracket. Five days until back to zero. Five days of out-of-pocket misery.

Why should that bother a sparkling tiara like me?

Can’t write blogs. Can’t look for new Gallery artists. Can’t clean up old blogs. Can’t do any research on France in general and Givenchy in particular. Can’t send any emails. Can’t watch cute puppy and kitty gifs! Can’t Can’t Can’t …

So here I am, sneaking in and posting several blogs ahead for the next five days.

How do I know what to talk about five days from now?

The Earth could have a big meteor hole in one side of it!
The Great Pyramid of Khufu could have collapsed!
Aliens could have landed in Texas and taken over the Kroger grocery store!
The Kardashians could have actually contributed something to society!

How could I possibly share this news and/or a commentary on these topics if I’ve run out of Internet time?

Ah, the perils of being an author. As much as we like to write about reality, fantasy just keeps popping in. There’s always something bigger, better, and stranger in the world than our own lives. And that’s awesome.

We have enough drama in our lives. Enough rules. Enough results. We need more out-of-the-box weirdness to enlighten us. To guide us. To encourage us. We need to sidestep death and surgeries and Covid-19 and murders and brutality for a while.

It has to be more interesting than reality grabbing us every time we turn around. All that grabbing hurts.

So I’ll sneak in a couple blogs in all at the same time and pretend three days from now is today.

Or is it the other way around?

Wow — an out-of-body experience…..

 

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Fefe Talavera

From small shells and Amazonian beads, Brazilian-Mexican artist Fefe Talavera strings together elaborate masks that fuse ancient mythologies and contemporary urban culture.

Born in 1979, Talavera was brought up as a native half Mexican, half Brazilian in São Paulo.

Interested in all kind of “underground” movements, the typical and unique stylistic freedom of the internationally renowned Street Art and Graffiti scene of her hometown made an important impression on the artist.

Talavera is also influenced by Mayan or Aztec mythologies and her Mexican heritage
Her raw creative energy thus found much more correspondence in the angled, tribal‐like style she developed.Talavera is also well known for her vibrant silhouettes painted in acrylic and her large-scale murals that embellish expressive faces with stripes, symmetries, and various geometric patterns.

But for today’s gallery, it is her intricate beadwork that leads us to find out more about her fresh style.

Her masks are an amalgam of color, motif, and material that blur cultural boundaries and the tenuous distinction between humanity and nature.

More of Fefe Talavera‘s intricate and bright artwork can be found at https://www.fefetalavera.net and https://www.instagram.com/fefetalavera/.

 

 

Do I Or Do I Not Need Help

I don’t want help.

I can do it myself.

I could use a little help.

But I want to do it myself.

I need help.

But I want to do it myself.

 

How many times does this conversation go through your head?

Family, social media, books all teach you to be independent. Do it yourself. Dont rely on others to get where you need to go.

But we are also encouraged to help others. Help others that can’t help themselves.

But often those who need help don’t want help. They want to move, function, do things themselves. By themselves. FOR themselves.

That over rated sense of self. Of ME. Of .. I am a person and enjoy the personal satisfaction of doing and achieving something BY MYSELF.

We all know we are never “by ourselves.” If we are a fairly normal human being there is always someone around you to be your companion, sounding board, and helper.

Yes, helper.

This becomes more apparent the older you get, the sicker you get, the more immobile you get. That sense of self gets in the way of letting someone else help you out.

A family member of mine needs a lot of help. Walking around, taking his blood sugar, bending over and picking things up and hearing and seeing. He has never been Mr. Independent, but he has lived by himself for a number of years. He needs others’ help.

Infirmity has taken its toll.

He needs help getting in and out of cars. Reading labels. Hearing the TV. Giving himself an insulin shot.

Yet he still tries to do it himself. Even if the movement, the action, puts him in more danger. In more pain.

I understand that feeling. Getting older I’m more prone to forget, drop, ache, move slower, not understand instructions. I still move around okay and am active in family and projects and crafts and reading and movies. So I’m okay.

For now.

But I feel that resentment when someone comes around and says “Let me help you.”

Like — I’ve done this thing all my life — it’s never been a big deal — why do I suddenly need help?

I admit now that I’m no longer that stubborn where I won’t ask for help. Resistant? Sometimes. Honest? More so. Can’t open a jar? Can’t reach something on the second shelf? Can’t lift a big bag of dog food? Okay. I ask for help.

But most things I can do on my own.

Until one day I won’t be able to. Like my friend.

I hope that we all are aware of our ego and pride standing in the way of making ourselves better. Pride never helped anyone pick up a fork off the floor when your body is in pain. Ego never lent a hand helping you pour juice with a shaky hand or helped you put something together because you didn’t get the instructions.

Everyone wanted to help me when I lost my son. I learned very quickly that they did it out of love, out of desperation, out of guilt and out of honesty. I thought I didn’t need anyone’s help getting out of the cloud.

But I did.

And still do.

No man — or woman — is an island (John Donne or Simon and Garfunkel?).

Let someone else help.

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Vinnie Sutherland

Vinnie Sutherland is a metalworking artist living in western Michigan.After receiving a BFA from Wayne State University in Detroit,  Sutherland did a year of post graduate work focusing on Cliche-Verre, a photo-printmaking process.For the next 16 years or so she worked hand drawn, nature themed designs into various metals until the purchase of her first etching press in 2019.Sutherland’s art is created out of a sheet of pewter, which is manually rolled through an etching press layered with petals, seeds, and wildflowers.Each pass through the press allows for the additional layering in of the background.She often works with aluminum and copper as well, and always incorporates enameled copper tiles into her compositions. After being embossed, the pewter is rubbed with black paint and various inks, and preserved with a museum grade wax.“I am amazed and inspired on a daily basis by the natural world that surrounds me,” the artist shares.“While I endeavor to explore this world even more intensely through my art, I keep in mind the vision expounded by the artisans of the Arts and Crafts movement — that moral and spiritual uplift will come with the creation of art by hand.”

More of Vinnie Sutherland‘s marvelous metalwork can be found at https://www.vinniesutherland.com/

RECENT PICTURES FROM THE GARDEN. — GWENNIESGARDENWORLD

GwenniesGardenWorld always has the most beautiful garden pictures … I cannot wait for spring! Please go check her out whenever you need flowers and life and love….

 

As we had warm and sunny weather lately, the garden came to live again, earlier than usual, it was unusually warm for March. But the good weather is about to end and Mr Frost will be back. We urgently need rain as everything is bone dry, despite all the rain we had during Winter. I […]

RECENT PICTURES FROM THE GARDEN. — GWENNIESGARDENWORLD

 

 

 

Pumped Up Mondays

If Saturdays are the beginning of your playday, Mondays are usually the beginning of your work week.

For me they are also the beginning of my creative week. I always start off wanting to write, craft, paint, and research. Quite a busy start to a retiree’s week.

Yesterday I took the (not so big) step of signing up for Peacock, the NBC version of Hulu or Netflix. A majority of shows are free, but it’s not because I was in need of something to watch. I came across what I was looking for:

Face Off.

Five season’s worth.

I happen to LOVE that TV series. Every week a group of artists create masks and faces and outfits based on the weekly challenge theme.

The things these “ameteurs” come up with are amazing.

I realize they are experts in their field. I’m sure you know someone — yourself, even — that could come up with a short story, a quilting pattern, knit a scarf, or paint a painting or a calligraphy sign in competition time. That’s how good you are.

But it’s just the process — the intuitive, inventive way their mind thinks that gets me going.

I get the same feeling watching cooking competition shows. How could these average “Joes” and “JoAnns” cook something like that in less than an hour?

The first and most important reason is because they love doing what they do. They all may be auto mechanics or beauticians or grade school teachers in their “other” life but they are artists in this one. They may even be full-time creators.

I come back from these shows with a new sense of energy and purpose. And I try and share it.

I have one friend thinking of starting to write a book on her and her father’s experiences. So exciting! Another friend went to a quilting seminar this week for a few days. How great! One of my good friends went on a scrapbooking weekend not long ago. Nothing but talking and scrapbooking. How can you lose? Another of my friends is coming to my state  (not far from me, it seems)  to do some sort of crafting seminar/conference/get together. How great is that?

I’ve done an art gallery on Face Off, and could probably do a dozen more. So it is with you that do ceramics or computer design or photography. My good friend from my old work is a photographer AND graphic designer — what great things he comes up with!

Find something that fuels your passion and go for it. Let someone else’s work inspire you — not to be them, not to do what they do, but let their work encourage you do try new things and go new directions.

Make practice fun. Make mistakes fun. Make success even MORE fun.

Let me know what you are working on so I can continue to get pumped up in the Art World.

Feels Good! You ought to try it!

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Diana Rosa

Diana Rosa is an established Cuban painter based in Canada, whose works have featured in prizes, publications and exhibitions across North America, the UK and Asia.Influenced by her festive Cuban childhood spent surrounded by an abundance of creative energies, Rosa creates works that reflect her distinctive use of rich exoticism of tropical vegetation.She employs a Naïve Folk-Art style, along with  elements of Cubist and Surrealist schools, to explore questions of identity, love, relationship and environment in our society.

The artist aims to show our relationship to the world around us through the versatile medium of acrylic paint.

She uses sharp brush strokes, contrasting textures, and a variety of acrylic mediums, commenting on our human emotions, mixed realism with fantasy.

Bright and whimsical images with a touch of modernism, Rosa’s  art brings to life thoughts and impressions dancing with imagery.

“I am always fascinated with the human story that all of us are living — often untold, sometimes unrecognized, but always significant,” Rosa shares.“My paintings reflect the natural beauty of human emotions.“They are a bridge from my imagination to theirs, and although the story I mean to tell may differ from what the viewer ultimately takes away, what is most important is that we have shared the tale.”

More of Diana Rosa’s delightful art can be found at https://www.artfinder.com/artist/diana-rosa and https://www.singulart.com/en/artist/diana-rosa-3851

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — John Singer Sargent

John Singer Sargent (January 12, 1856 – April 14, 1925) was the most successful Impressionist painter of his era, as well as a gifted landscape painter and watercolorist.Born in Florence to expatriate American parents,  Sargent received his first formal art instruction at Rome in 1868, and then sporadically attended the Accademia delle Belle Arti in Florence between 1870 and 1873.In 1874 he was accepted at the Paris atelier of the portraitist Emile Auguste Carolus-Duran, and attended drawing classes at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts.Throughout the 1880s, he regularly participated in the Paris Salon — most often, his works were full-length portraits of women, which generally received positively.Sargent’s best portraits expertly reveal the individuality and personality of his sitters.This ability set him apart from others portrait painters of his time—he made the sitter shine on the canvas while capturing the essence of their being.Noted for his dazzling technical virtuosity and painterly technique, he influenced an entire generation of American portraitists. By the turn of the century Sargent was recognized as the most acclaimed international society portraitist of the Edwardian era, and his clientele consisted of the most affluent, aristocratic, and fashionable people of his time.Around 1906 he abandoned portraiture and worked primarily in watercolor, a medium in which he was extraordinarily gifted.More of John Singer Sargent‘s paintings can be found at https://www.johnsingersargent.org/. 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Spring Equinox

El Castillo, Chichen Itza, Mexico

 

Stonehenge, Wiltshire, England

 

Angkor Wat, Siem Reap, Cambodia

 

Gossan Stones, Wicklow Mountains, Ireland

 

Great Sphinx, Giza, Egypt

 

Mnajdra Temples, Malta

 

Casa Rinconada, New Mexico, United States

 

Aku Akavi, Easter Island

 

Woodhenge, Cahokia Mounds State Historic Site, Illinois

 

Cairns-T-and-S, Loughcrew, Ireland

Cairn T, Loughcrew, Ireland

 

 

She wasn’t like other women…a story poem, of sorts — Repost

Delight from my friend at Rethinking Life

 

people often said
that She wasn’t like
other women
and of course
they were right
except for the genetic part
other than that She might not
have been like other women
I mean no two women are the same
so saying that She wasn’t like other women
was just a simple truth
that could be said about any woman
anyway
She loved information
and picked it up
wherever she could
shoving it into the file cabinets
in her mind
until eventually
EVERYTHING
became information …

 

THE REST ….. She wasn’t like other women…a story poem, of sorts.

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Robert Wynne

Australian born Robert Wynne studied visual arts at Monash University, majoring in ceramics before completing a master’s degree in glass at California State University.The dynamic process of glass blowing immediately captivated the artist.Not only was the visual splendor deeply pleasing, he relished the choreography in glass blowing, and particularly the immediacy and risk that the material demanded.Wynne’s work is characterized by strong, bold lines and shapes.Working with classical proportions and purity of form, Wynne loves the challenge of technical precision, often layering the work with surface decoration.He enjoys making beautiful objects but is not afraid to create pieces that evoke emotions more complex than just aesthetic appreciation.He loves the gorgeous glow of light through frosted glass and has a fascination with lustrous, iridescent finishes; particularly with the way that light is manipulated, reflected and transmitted.“My inspiration comes from numerous places including historical glassmaking practices and formal sculptural dialogue,” Wynne says.“The bold beauty and the sheer expanse of the Australian landscape delight and inspire me and I know that it seeps through my pieces, both implicitly and explicitly.“There is also an honesty and rugged openness about the Australian people, a fierce independence, generosity and integrity that I admire and which I would like to think is expressed in the work I produce.”More of Robert Wynne‘s amazing glass work can be found at https://robertwynne.com/.

 

 

Listening to Beethoven

Saturday Morning. Multi-tasking Morning.

Do you leave a lot of your to-do’s until Saturday?

When I worked full time Saturdays were a mess. Not only did I have to catch up on housework, but go to soccer games, baseball games, grocery shop, make it a repair or replace day — it was madness.

How did I ever make it through 50 years of being everyplace else but HERE?

Now that I’m retired I hate to admit that I still have the same Saturday mentality that I did when I had two kids running around. Some sort of breakfast, upbeat classical music in the background, throw in a load or two of laundry (to hopefully be folded and put away the same day), finish last night’s dishes, get at least an hour’s work of crafting in (it usually turns into 2 hours but it’s now a source of income), go visit my grandkids, go for a walk with the dog (my only form of exercise some days), plan a Saturday night meal, do repairs I didn’t get to Monday through Friday, write a blog, go back to that site that had great unusual art…..

It never ends.

But there’s something about Saturday mornings that put an extra bounce into my step. Like a kid, it is my “day off.” My dream about going out on a date night; my leave for an exotic vacation day; my shopping for a new outfit day; my having lunch with my besties day.

It’s the day you wait all week for.

It’s not the holiness or footballness of a Sunday. It’s not Taco Tuesday.

Saturday has its own magic wrapped around it.

Even if your plans fall apart early in the morning, you have taken that shinny spot of the week and planned and dreamed for all kinds of magic to happen.

It’s the Disneyworld of the working class.

So as I listen to the pounding duh duh duh duh DUH ... of Beethoven’s 5th, looking out at a rainy, sleety day, stepping over dog toys and vacuuming I should have done three days ago, I’m planning on Angel Tears and writing on my second book about Paris and looking for unique art and having a glass of wine and later on, when I’m exhausted from doing and NOT doing, finding a soul-warming rewatch of Midnight in Paris or Chocolat or Under the Tuscan Sun or The Lake House, I will have had a wonderful Saturday morning.

How about you?

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Vitor Schietti

Vitor Schietti was born in Brazil in 1986, and has a degree in Social Communication through the University of Brasilia.In Schietti’s Impermanent Sculptures, thick treetops and branches are swollen with light that appears to drip down in incandescent rays.Each photograph frames the nighttime scenes in a dreamy, energetic manner as the glowing beams both outline and obscure the existing landscapes.Schietti worked with fireworks and long-exposure photography to illuminate the branches and stems of trees in his native Brazil.The photos are a mixture of in-camera light painting, and a bit of post-processing that can combine up to 12 shots into a final image. The series is the result of several years of research on long exposure photography, and the usage of ND filters was vital to find a perfect balance between the fading twilight and the brightness of the fireworks.

“By creating these images, which I refer to as Impermanent Sculptures, I draw the viewers attention to abstract concepts taking place in real environments. Concepts to be interpreted and explored freely by whomever this work reaches,” Schietti says. “To paint with light in a three-dimensional space is to bring one’s thoughts from unconscious realms and ancient symbols into existence and turn them into something intriguing, yet beautiful and integrated with the landscape.”More of Vitor Schietti‘s amazing photography can be found at https://schiettifotografia.com/ and https://theinspirationgrid.com/impermanent-sculptures-photos-by-vitor-schietti/.

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Aline Campbell

Aline Campbell is a Tourismologist  by training and a plastic artist by profession.Hailing from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Campbell’s art focuses on amazing string art designs.The artist shares that it was after a trip to Canada in the summer of 2011 that she fell in love with string art.She returned to Brazil more inspired than ever, and through simple tutorials, learned the basics of the technique.This allowed her to unravel the art little by little, learning and experimenting, enabling her to create her own designs.Today she dominates her craft.“My own style, which I confess I don’t know for sure how to define it, is all based on randomness,” Campbell admits.“And so I invite you, therefore, to my world. I invite you to dive into randomness.”You can find more of Aline Campbell’s amazing string art at https://www.instagram.com/alinecampbell.art/ and https://alinecampbell.blogspot.com/p/sobre.html.

 

Contained in a Frame — My Inspired Life

Be brilliant. Be a flower.

 

Captured and contained in this frame, are delicate petals, crowning thorny stems, set against a shadowy tree-laced sky. At first glance, I saw the natural beauty for what it is: magnificence. Eyes full of wonder, I startled a bird with my audible sigh. Despite my praising of nature’s perfection, shortsighted was my thinking, for the […]

Contained in a Frame — My Inspired Life

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — My Friends and Family

I was going through my Gallery last night, showing my hubby some of my favorite galleries, and I realized that they are all my favorites. I seem to connect to the diversity of ideas, talents, directions and mediums found by these creative talents. I think of them more as one big happy family….

 

My Kids

Craig L. Haupt

 

My Cat

Tokuhiro Kawai

 

My Dog

Jess Bell

 

My House

Alexander Chinneck

 

My Daughter in Law

Mirrors

 

My Friends at Game Night

Cassius Marcellus Coolidge

 

My Granddaughter

Crowns

 

My Son and Middle Grandson

Matthew Grabelsky

 

My Path in Life

May Parlar

 

My Other Son and his Lady

Roses

 

My Best Friends

Sandra Apperloo

 

My Oldest Grandson

Bruno Pontiroli

 

My Daughter-In-Law’s Parents

Anne Vallayer-Coster

 

All My Other Friends

David de la Mano

 

My Life

Lorenzo Quinn

 

 

 

 

 

 

Switch The Planets Around

No offense, but, with a few exceptions, 2022 so far has sucked.

Now, I know that’s a surprising thing to hear from the Creative Faerie here, but for all the good will and wishes and well-meaning gestures and intentions and utterances, 2022 is still a handful.

And it’s only March.

I wonder idly if the planets are in retrograde or if one of Saturn’s 82 moons is a little out of sync. Maybe its the Butterfly Effect — you know — the flapping of a butterfly’s wings in South America could affect the weather in Texas (meaning that the tiniest influence on one part of a system can have a huge effect on another part). Maybe its just invisible planetwide ice coating that everyone keeps slipping on.

Whatever it is, I wish it would take a break.

Not only did I have the heartbreak of the century when I lost my son; I have a friend battling cancer, a friend with rheumatoid arthritis, friends with heart problems and others with Crohn’s Disease and friends who can’t find a job and other friends who are going through their own deep grief. The list, the line, goes on and on.

And that’s just on a personal level. Don’t get me started about the horrors in the world.

I’m sure your life is no different.

It just seems like $hit keeps hitting the fan (pardon my French) and getting spit back at me. I/we keep coping and adjusting and accepting and fixing and understanding and it all still sucks.

Now if all the 2022 misfortune so far is because of Mars in retrograde or someone across the street broke a mirror, I can handle that. It’s cosmic rules.  Stuff happens that we can’t do anything about.

But what if it’s as simple as bad luck? If it’s as simple as the tornado hitting one house, skipping the one next to it, and destroying the next?

The funny thing is that this Creative Faerie has no answers.

Life is life. Plain and simple. We deal with the hand we are dealt. Sometimes we’re given four Kings and an Ace; other times we have one of each number and suit. You can hope the others at the table are bluffing when placing their bets — after all, you’re bluffing too.

These are the days that you treasure the blessings you DO have. Your grandkids. Your health. Your weekly paycheck. Going to your parents house for dinner on Sunday. Having your parents in your life. Starting and keeping a garden. A journal. A cooking class. Painting a picture or swinging on a swing or playing dolls with your niece.

The answer is as simple as love. Love love love. Feel it, pass it along, share it, cherish it.

Stuff is going to happen. You can’t stop it. No more than you can replace one of Saturn’s moons or travel back in time.

It’s what you do with the cards you’re dealt that make all the difference in the world. To your heart, to your soul, to your friends and family.

Don’t give up.

We still have nine more months to go in 2022!

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Eric Ross Bernstein

Eric Ross Bernstein is a freelance artist and designer based in Los Angeles.After graduating with a degree in architecture from Cornell University, he co-founded the design collective Hither Yon, then worked as an architect at Studio Jeppe Hein.Bernstein’s graphic novel Parallels explores fundamental human experiences like love, anxiety, language, and memory.

The art in Parallels chronicles the travels of an introspective wanderer in search of personal truths in the alternate realities of his parallel selves.“There is a place where mountains blow in the wind, where memories are floating orbs bobbing above the head, where words expire when left unspoken,” Bernstein reflects.In ten fantastical fables, the narrator sets out to illuminate the interconnectedness of the multiverse while seeking answers to his deepest questions.“My illustrations and their accompanying stories reimagine fundamental human experiences like thoughts, language, bliss and fear.”Bernstein’s illustrations are three dimensional, other-worldly, and yet personal, touching each viewer differently.

More of Eric Ross Bernstein’s work can be found at https://ericrossbernstein.com/ and Boom.

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Japanese Gardens

Japanese gardens (日本庭園, nihon teien) are traditional gardens whose designs are accompanied by Japanese aesthetics and philosophical ideas.Japanese Friendship Garden, Phoenix, Arizona

 

These spaces of meditation and reflection avoid artificial ornamentation, and highlight the natural landscape.St. Mungo Museum of Art, Glasgow, Scotland

 

Plants and worn, aged materials are often used by Japanese garden designers to suggest a natural landscape, and to express the fragility of existence as well as time’s unstoppable advance.Kōraku-en, Okayama, Japan

 

Water is an important feature of many gardens, as are rocks and often gravel.Jissoin Temple, Kyoto, Japan

 

Despite there being many attractive Japanese flowering plants, herbaceous flowers generally play much less of a role in Japanese gardens than in the West.Shofuso Japanese House and Garden, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

 

Exceptions include seasonally flowering shrubs and treees, made all the more dramatic because of the contrast with the usual predominant green.Kairaku-en, Mito, Japan

 

Japanese gardens often capture aspects of the traditional Shinto religion, as well as Daoism and Buddhism.Kokedera – Moss Temple, Kyoto, Japan

 

The gardens speak of the unstoppable march of time, natural aspects of the Japanese landscape.Adachi Museum of Art, Yasugi, Japan

 

Wherever you find a Japanese Garden, take time to connect with time, space, and your own heart.Taizo-in Garden, Myoshin-ji Temple Complex, Kyoto, Japan

 

Japanese Garden, Fort Worth, Texas

 

 

Familiar Art with a Familiar Background

Today I wanted to share a different form of Art I experienced over the weekend — one many of you have seen, tried, or heard about.

Ballet.

I went to see the Russian Ballet Theatre‘s production of Swan Lake Saturday evening.

Now, I have an affinity for Tchaikovsky. He and I have been buds since I went to see a performance of his work at the outdoor Ravinia Outdoor Music Festival back when I was in my 20s. His music is upbeat, physical, inspirational and powerful. Think of the 1812 Overture or Waltz of the Flowers.

His music for Swan Lake was amazing as well. As were the dancers.

According to Wikipedia, “(Ballet) its origins are in the Italian Renaissance courts of 15th and 16th centuries. Ballet originated in the Renaissance court as an outgrowth of court pageantry in Italy, where aristocratic weddings were lavish celebrations. Tutus, ballet slippers and pointe work were not yet used. The choreography was adapted from court dance steps.”

Dance steps are an understatement.

These dancers — the principal dancers, the ballerina and ballerino — are the most marvelous purveyors of movement on the planet. They are limber, strong, lithe, and in sync with the music, the movement, and the moment.

When we — I — think of the Arts, I tend to think of painters, quilters, writers, and the like. People with whom I have some sort of contact with. 

I know no dancers nor professional entertainers, but that does not mean that they are not the cream of the crop, top of the game, master creators, all of that.

Tchaikovsky and the Russian Ballet were a perfect combination of emotion, non-emotion, movement, strength, smiles, and perfection. So wonderful to watch.

At the same time Odette was dancing one of the most popular piece in the ballet, Act 2 – No.10 Scène (Moderato), the north-eastern city of Sumy was under heavy fire as Russian troops destroyed residential neighborhoods and infrastructure. Part of Okhtyrka, the city in Sumy Oblast, was destroyed by Russian artillery. For the second day, the city had no heat, electricity and water. (MSN)

The group is a U.S. business with dancers from nearly a dozen countries. (MSJ).   Eight dancers for Milwaukee performance were from Ukraine, along with other dancers from Russia, Belarus, Kyrgyzstan, Japan, Armenia, Poland and Slovenia.

The troupe had nothing to do with politics.

“We are against the war,” said Gulya Hartwick, producer for the Russian Ballet Theatre. “We hope that people come to support the dancers, who are ‘dancing with tears in their eyes.'” Pretty heavy stuff for an art that demands so much physically and mentally of its participants.

It was a beautiful evening. The dancers were point-on, the music delightful, the atmosphere sparkling and full of beauty and love.

I only wish I could say the same thing for these poor people and their country.

Support the Arts.

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Kip Omolade

Kip Omolade is celebrated for his brightly colored oil paintings of humanoid faces that explore themes such as immortality, social performance, and the human psyche.Born in Harlem, New York, Omolade began his art career as a graffiti artist while interning at Marvel Comics and The Center for African Art.

He continued his studies at The Art Students League of New York and earned a BFA at the School of Visual Arts.The paintings in his different series examine contemporary beauty standards and the notion that people present a masked version of themselves to the world.

The artist’s process involves creating a mold and cast of a model’s face, and producing a resin version of the cast, to which a layer of chrome is then added.The final sculpture, which is adorned with false eyelashes, is then used as the model for Omolade’s dazzling paintings.

Omolade explains the work by saying, “(For instance) My Diovadiova Chrome portraits historically connect to ancient, realistic African sculptures such as Benin ivory masks and Ife bronze heads.“The oil paintings are psychological studies that investigate immortality, the universal masks we all wear and contemporary notions of beauty and luxury.”More of Kip Omolade’s remarkable art can be found at https://www.kipomolade.com/.

 

 

 

There’s Always Someone There

As all of you know, there’s been a lot of emotional messes going on in my life.

But I’m doing fairly well.

Except I’m way behind on reading my fellow blogger’s blogs.

Now, with the way the world is these days, reading or not reading others’ blogs should not be a cause for concern. After all, there’s only 24 hours in the day, and, taking away away eating, sleeping, complaining, working, cleaning, recovering, crying, laughing, and other must-do’s, there isn’t always time for reading.

But there should be.

People who write blogs do so for a reason. You followed their blogs for a reason. You offer, you reciprocate. Kinda that yin yang flow thing. If you find enjoyment when people read and comment on what you write, know that others feel the same way.

I am always optimistically hoping that for however many people check the “like” button on my blogs, another hundred read, smiled, and moved on. That for every comment that comes my way, a hundred thousand comments are running through the readers’ heads.

And I know that for the tens and dozens and hundreds of likes you all get on your hard-earned creativity, there are four thousand other readers who appreciate who you are and what you did.

I also know that, for as lonely and lost as you sometimes may feel, someone else is thinking about you. Worrying about you. Caring about you.

We are never really alone. Between spammers and TV informercials and people sitting next to you in traffic and across the aisle from you and following you and ignoring you, there is always someone there. For better or for worse.

Your family and friends are there too.

I’d love to think you are all here with me for the better.

And soon I will be back reading and commenting and wondering what you’re having for lunch and where you are going on vacation and how much you spent on that carmel mocca latte last week.

People are like that.

Friends, too.

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Art Smith

Cuban-born, Brooklyn-raised Arthur George Smith (1917–1982) was one of the leading modernist jewelers of the mid-20th century, and one of the few Afro-Caribbean people working in the field to reach international recognition.

He attended Cooper Union for the Advancement of Science and Art from 1942 to 1946, where he first pursued architectural studies but eventually abandoned them to concentrate on sculpture and the manipulation of three-dimensional forms.