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Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Domino giveaway ...

DOMINO ART PENDANT / NECKLACE
GIVE-A-WAY



Measurements: 1" x 2" pendant on an 24" chain (gold plated)
Type: Exceptional DOMINO ART PENDANT NECKLACE ...
mixed media (painting, collage, glaze effects)
Color Theme: gold, tan, chocolate, caramel, and beige

Title: City on Our Knees

Ingredients: domino, acrylic paints (many many many layers), antique crackle medium, glazes, collage image, ric rac ribbon, findings, metallic paint, and love

I have taken an actual game piece domino (not a bead or craft store domino) and created a very lush finish with multiple paint layers, crackle medium and various glazes. There is a rich and glorious textural depth to my handpainting. The collaged image is from a collection created by Debrina Pratt (an amazing artist!). I have added details along the edges and all the dots are painted with metallic leaf. The back side is as pretty as the front - so the pendant is reversible!







City on Our Knees - Toby Mac


If you gotta start somewhere why not here? If you gotta start sometime why not now? If we gotta start somewhere I say here. If we gotta start sometime I say now. Through the fog there is hope in the distance. From cathedrals to third world missions - Love will fall to the earth like a crashing wave...

~~~~~ GIVE - A - WAY ~~~~~

Just post a comment here. In two weeks (September 15th-ish) I will randomly pick a 'post~er' from a 'hat' and announce the winner here (at which time I will need said winner's mailing address). I hope you'll listen to Toby Mac's song while you're here. I have met him on three occasions - he is genuine.






Please take a lookie loo at all the new domino

pendants in my ETSY STORE - :)

MORE MORE MORE coming THIS week!

~joy! Katey

Monday, September 08, 2008

Meadows of Heaven


To everything there is a season, and a time for every matter or purpose under heaven
~ Ecclesiastes 3:1
...But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control...
~ Philippians 3:20-21a




~ NiGHTWiSH ~
(from "Dark Passion Play")

Summer is falling asleep and so much is changing all around me. There is nothing new under the sun… so I should not be surprised by changes in seasons or in friendships or in the way the hearts of men (women/ children) wander and wonder.

As the night air gets cooler after each sunset I feel the trees in our woods getting sleepy and I see the acorns piling up in the tired grass in the morning. I absolutely love autumn, but it is so melancholy . .. And I am not sure what to do with that. I love it. And I regret it.

The colors of this sleepy season are my favorite - our entire home is clothed in olive and deep leafy greens… rich blood reds and wines…. muted golds and ochres…so earthy and rich and warm.


I took down the double-wide Robin’s nest from the headpiece above our front door. I know at least two families were raised in the larger side of it this summer. It made me remember our many houses. I was sure that 21 years ago our little boy would be raised in that first house we lived in - but we have moved so often since then. We made sure home moved when we left those houses … and so it has. We have weathered so much here because we have lived here for so many seasons. This house has been home the longest. We have seen changes over and over and spring always comes.

I am encouraging myself as I face this ironic season of change and sleep and inevitable cold just around the next corner of the calendar. I remember that spring is a promise - as good as any earthly promise.
I remember that as kids grow and fly away and parents get old and as people change and people forget to be kind - God has promised to hold it all together. His is the only one that is sure and the only one I need to hold onto - the rest is just decoration.


I close my eyes
The lantern dies
The scent of awakening
Wild honey and dew

Childhood games
Woods and lakes
Streams of silver
Toys of olden days



Meadows of heaven
Meadows of heaven

The flowers of wonder
And the hidden treasures
In the meadow of life
My acre of heaven
A 5-year-old winter heart
In a place called home
Sailing the waves of past



Meadows of heaven
Meadows of heaven
Meadows of heaven
Meadows of heaven

Rocking chair without a dreamer
A wooden swing without laughter
Sandbox without toy soldiers
Yuletide without the Flight

Dream-bound for life



Flowers wither, treasures stay hidden
Until I see the 1st star of fall

I fall asleep
And see it all:
Mother's care
And color of the kites



Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven
Meadows of Heaven








*** Work-in-Progress Photos : a soldered glass / mixed media art necklace - still being dreamt up and worked on... ***






(instrumental version)