When life gives you sleet – make SUMMER ART. There is little you can do about Mother Nature – except maybe alter her works of art a little to create a new work of art.
Anyone who is experiencing the remnants of winter has just had it. My friend Dave pleaded with MN to stop her snow fall – nicely even. My cousin Elizabeth has her two boys morphing the snow man into monstrous, bloody dudes – just how many sweet snow people can you make until you have to start interjecting your own ideas – this is truly a sign that enough, my dear mother nature, is enough.
If you see Al Gore today ask him why the Great Lakes are roughly 80% solid ice – probably because of global warming. Right……
I just heard, while writing this post, a tree fall in the woods. I am not in the woods, but for those that have pondered this question about the tree making noise all you life… i will just say that It Does.
Love your day, make some colorful art and for-get-ta-bout the weather. – Ann
Visit Paint Party Friday: Paint Party Friday: Week 52, Year 3 Check-In
Part of building a body of work is finding common ground on which to create multiple pieces. At Whimsyville it’s almost spring and that means “new” construction. Here are the first few pieces for the new neighborhood or rather, Whimsyhood! Happy PPF. Please join Paint Party Friday in its efforts to support the community of Sandy Hook – there is some great art work up for auction.
In an effort to grow the body of work that I call Beachlife , this little pair finished yesterday will be added to the pile. I will never tire of giving fish , crabs and other sea creatures their own character marks- they just make me happy. Hope you all have a great PPF and weekend.
Every once in a while I will get addicted to another artist’s work. At first I stare, then I try to do it justice by imitation (something some art teacher taught me in school), and then I try to adapt the learning to my own style. If you take classes in a certain style or technique, it eventually makes its appearance in your own work. As one of my current teachers says ‘ practice, practice, practice’ …(like I didn’t hear that enough growing up with piano lessons once a week for what felt like eternity).
There wasn’t a lot of art done last week, I was totally distracted by our opportunity to be with 1198 of our closest friends in a private concert with Jimmy Buffett. I was mesmerized . It’ll never happen again in a million years. Fortunate doesn’t even cover it.
Usually we get grass seats and watch him on the big screen and this time, I couldn’t even see the big screen – only Jimmy. I think DH was watching the reeferettes more…. whoa baby.