A Better Way

He is alive...now... redeeming those of us

who have opened our hearts to Him...

Some days I "get it" so deeply that

there are no more words...

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Downhere - A Better WayFrom the album Wide Eyed and Mystified

I'm not alone, I really believe

You never go, You never leave

Here and now, You always stay

“I love you” could not be said a better way

It's everything You've promised

There's no greater love than this

From prophets until today

A man laying down His life for His friends

Your sacrifice has spoken,

You gave everything

And “I love you” could not be said a better way

I am forgiven, I clearly see

It's why You came to do all you did for me

Trading earth with heaven,

You took my place

“I love you” could not be said a better way

Because You redeem, I know what's to come

Everything I could lose here, You've already won

So You have my surrender, with passion obey

“I love you” could not be said a better way

SWaNKY SaLMoN

There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.

~John Calvin

Nibblefest Art Contest ~ NFAC is held on the 20th of every month for eBay artists. Today’s theme is POLKA DOTS and PLAID. Each artist interprets a theme however they wish - and each entry starts at only 99 cents!

The nibbling begins tonight (July 20th) ... Search NFAC on eBay… or click on the MY ART FOR SALE link over to your left. By the way: “nibbles” are bids!

I have been working on large canvas and drift wood most of the summer, painting bright and vibrant fish! It was easy to come up with my nibble this month as I am surrounded by all my other fish. This swankified lil guy measures 2.5 inches by 3.5 inches and was done in acrylics on canvas paper. It is ARTIST TRADING CARD size (think baseball cards - only… art).

~joy in the journey,

katey-D

AMaZiNG LoVE (how can it be?)

(please play music during blog visit)

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This series of art was inspired by some misunderstood kids I know - and by the song AMAZING LOVE. The lyrics are below. The youtube video is here for the song - so you can think about it as you listen and look around.

The Bible teaches us not to judge hypocritically

... but to judge according to truth.

I walk among these kids who are often judged wrongly to be "evil" based solely on their clothing or their hair.

I hope this inspires any one who might look at our youth harshly, or in fear - based only on outward appearances...to look again. If we throw away these kids because we are uncomfortable- then the very evils they have been wrongly accused of may be their only refuge.

Maybe their dark clothes or hair style isn't 'my thing' - but maybe my thing is not 'their thing' either.

"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. "Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye."
~ Matthew 7: 1-5 ~

AMAZING LOVE

I’m forgiven because You were forsaken. I’m accepted, You were condemned. I’m alive and well, Your Spirit is within me because You died and rose again.

I’m forgiven because You were forsaken. I’m accepted, You were condemned. I’m alive and well, Your Spirit is within me because You died and rose again.

Amazing love, how can it be that You, my King, would die for me? Amazing love, I know it’s true - It’s my joy to honor You. In all I do, To honor You.

I’m forgiven because You were forsaken. I’m accepted, You were condemned. I’m alive and well, Your Spirit is within me because You died and rose again.

Amazing love, how can it be that You, my King, would die for me? Amazing love, I know it’s true - It’s my joy to honor You. In all I do, To honor You. In all I do, To honor You.

You are my King. You are my King Jesus, You are my King. You are my King.

Amazing love, how can it be that You, my King, would die for me? Amazing love, I know it’s true - It’s my joy to honor You In all I do, To honor You.

(AMAZING LOVE ~ You Are My King ~ performed by the NEWSBOYS)

7-piece ART SERIES: 4" x 6" acrylic on canvas board

BAROCHA

The Barocha,

an Old Testament blessing,

goes like this:

"The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace."

Numbers 24: 25-26




Listen to the American Boys Choir sing this as you enjoy my simple art today.

HaPPY BoNES

CHiLDReN oF the LiViNG GoD!

~Fernando Ortega~

(joyful music to play as you look around)

Psalm 139:13-17

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!

Proverbs 3:7-9

Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the LORD and shun evil.
This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones.

Proverbs 15:29-31

The LORD is far from the wicked but he hears the prayer of the righteous.
A cheerful look brings joy to the heart, and good news gives health to the bones.

Proverbs 16:23-25

A wise man's heart guides his mouth, and his lips promote instruction.
Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

Beach Sand ~ Desert Sand: it's all SAND

Let's go to the beach...

I learned how to play with a new toy - a la the art video.
Here is some of my whimsical & naive folk art on wood - set to an indie song called "Let's go to the beach". When things are free - you can't be too picky - ha ha ... due to copyrights - this music was 'it' -- free from the photo-bucket archives
Kinda geeky - kinda nerdy - kinda sweet
Enjoy...the sand...

my Garden

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Good Morning...

Welcome to my garden.

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Join me in a quick walk...

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~ the words to my mother's favorite hymn ~

I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses

And the voice I hear falling on my ear

The Son of God discloses.

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And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own;

And the joy we share as we tarry there,

None other has ever known.

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He speaks, and the sound of His voice,

Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,

And the melody that He gave to me

Within my heart is ringing.

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And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own;

And the joy we share as we tarry there,

None other has ever known.

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I’d stay in the garden with Him

Though the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go; through the voice of woe

His voice to me is calling.

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And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own;

And the joy we share as we tarry there,

None other has ever known.

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THe TiME iS NoW

It seems that my Apologizing to Vincent entry struck a lovely chord inside many hearts (neato frito). See the entry HERE . That is always the intention, but has nothing to do with me. Blogs are wonderful that way - they are there if you care to look - and if you don’t care to look - you simply don’t. Those who do look might learn something new about themselves. (again, neato frito). That is certainly an amazing thing. In any case - I have been touched by the large number of readers and responders... which, again, has nothing to do with me. (megalicious neato frito with dip).

I am impressed at the lengths non-account bloggers go to get messages to me and I am thankful! I am also extremely thankful (as if thankfulness has degrees) to the four blogs that featured my Vincent entry. It meant that the message of self-examination, forgiveness, and seeking the Truth (and nothing but the Truth) was seen by many more than I imagined ~ AND hurting hearts found a small measure of comfort, ~ AND hearts that saw themselves in the entry were moved to evaluate their own part in the drama of life, ~AND lost hearts were welcomed, again, to a safe place.

Because I felt my own heartstrings tugged on by Vincent’s life situation (obviously), I thought I’d feature a piece of my own altered art that showcases Van Gogh's face and his art (along with other art & artists) …


This piece is sold, but I have intentions of creating another somewhat like it one day soon. I cleaned my studio ~~ for a party - to ease the embarrassment of my family ~~ and now it's like I have all new "stuff" to play with!



We close our eyes and wonder how much longer the earth can hold the tears of all its children. We wonder what became of Eden while we live in the garden we have grown. But there will be hope when we finally understand we were never meant to make it on our own.



The time is now to hear the call. From the Father of creation comes an answer for us all.
The time is here. The time for you. If you seek, then you will find Him and the moment that you do ~ Seal your heart with a sacred vow. The time is now.



We look ahead and try to face the future, but find we have no heart for this tomorrow. There is a vision that is brighter and if we will believe, it’s not too late. For every decision becomes a destination and today we face a choice that cannot wait.



The time is now to hear the call. From the Father of creation comes an answer for us all.
The time is here. The time for you. If you seek, then you will find Him and the moment that you do ~ Seal your heart with a sacred vow. The time is now.



Now is the time and today is the day. Now is the time and we cannot delay. This is the moment and this is the place for the mercy, the power, the love, and the grace.



The time is now to hear the call. From the Father of creation comes an answer for us all.
The time is here. The time for you. If you seek, then you will find Him and the moment that you do ~ Seal your heart with a sacred vow. The time is now.



The time is now. The time is now. Now is the time and today is the day. Now is the time and we cannot delay. Now is the time....



~Twila Paris 1995

MiDNiGHT PoPPY

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Take a Look Through My Eyes...

(~Phil Collins)

"There are things in life you learn and, oh, in time you'll see it's out there somewhere.
It's all waiting if you keep believing.
So don't run. Don't hide. It will be alright, you'll see! Trust Me!
I'll be there watching over you.


Just take a look through My eyes. There's a better place somewhere out there. Just take a look through My eyes. Everything changes. You'll be amazed what you'll find! (There's a better place)! If you look through My eyes.


There will be times on this journey all you'll see is darkness, but out there somewhere, daylight finds you if you keep believing. So don't run. Don't hide. It will be alright, you'll see! Trust Me! I'll be there watching over you.


Just take a look through My eyes. Theres better place somewhere out there. Just take a look through My eyes. Everything changes, you'll be amazed what you'll find! (Theres a better place)! If you look through My eyes.


All the things that you can change. There's a meaning in everything and you will find all you need. There's so much to understand. Take a look (take a look) through My eyes.
Theres a better place somewhere out there.


Just take a look (take a look) through My eyes. Everything changes. You'll be amazed what you'll find (You'll be amazed if you just take a look)! Look through My eyes. Theres a better place somewhere out there. Just take a look through My eyes. Everything changes. You'll be amazed what you'll find if you look through My eyes.

Just take a look through My eyes.
If you look through My eyes ...Take a look through my eyes"

Midnight Poppy...

The thing to remember in the darkness is that the color is not actually GONE - you just can't see it...until the light shines again ~ and it always does.

Darkness lies - but it doesn't take away the truth.

The color is never gone...it is ALWAYS in the LIGHT.

2.5" x 3.5" ~ heavy gouache watercolor

joy in the journey,
katey-D
psalm 103

Apologizing to Vincent

Forgive me, Vincent...

Please play the song as you read this blog. I have loved the song as long as I can remember, but today it made me weep because I now understand what the source of his pain was…

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I spent a majority of my major in upper level and graduate level art history classes - yet somehow I missed an important detail in Van Gogh’s Starry Night. Don McClean didn’t fully clue me in when he sang about Vince, and the sky, and love…though I see now that McClean understood, too.

Starry Night ~ Vincent Van Gogh, 1889, Oil on Canvas 73 × 92 cm, 28¾ × 36¼ in

The Van Gogh Gallery says of the painting:

“Perhaps the cool dark colors and the fiery windows spark memories of our own warm childhood years filled with imagination of what exists in the night and dark starry skies. The center point of the town is the tall steeple of the church, reigning largely over the smaller buildings. This steeple casts down a sense of stability onto the town, and also creates a sense of size and seclusion. ”

The ‘fiery windows’ and the ‘sense of stability’ from the steeple are at odds with what I now see and know.

Vincent’s father was a minister. Vincent desired to follow in his father’s footsteps to share the hope of Jesus Christ with the least of these. He ‘trained’ for it, but was a poor student. He was poor at public speaking. He wasn’t a natural. It was a struggle.

Yet because of his sincerity, he was assigned as an evangelist to a small coal-mining town in Belgium where he could fulfill his heart’s desire. He found himself deeply moved by the destitute flock and all he experienced there. He was moved to sketch and paint these people. His superiors admired his care and concern, but after about 6 months the church terminated his assignment due to his lack of preaching skills.

Now look at his painting Starry Night.

The windows of the church are black and cold.

In another painting, The Church at Auvers, notice the church is dark inside and has no doors. His deep disappointment from his ‘failures’ as a preacher and the church’s response never healed. I am grieved.

The Church at Auvers ~ Vincent Van Gogh, 1890Oil on Canvas, 94 x 74cm - 37 x 29 Inches

Rory Noland, in his book The Heart of The Artist, (which I do NOT recommend or endorse, but am referencing to make my point) notes this of Van Gogh:

“One can’t help but wonder how different Van Gogh’s life might have been had the church encouraged him to be what God obviously made him to be - an artist. I wish a caring Christ-follower had come along side him and said “Hey, Vince, maybe preaching is not your thing. But God gave you an amazing ability to paint and draw, so why not serve God with your art instead of trying to be a preacher?”

I would only add to Noland’s "wish" that Van Gogh could have indeed fulfilled his heart’s desire to preach THROUGH his art and not given up that aspect at all. I believe they are one and the same in the heart of an artist called by God. It is not an either / or.

Actually, Vincent does 'preach' through his art - and still does. He just didn't know it.

He lived in a different day.

I also want to note that because the 'church' of his time (or even one or two or a few particular people) treated him the way they apparently did - is not a reflection of Jesus and His response to such as these.

Always get to know Jesus…go to the source for the answers, not the counterfeits.

My experience in the last year ministering to the 'darkened church’ has reminded me that all who proclaim the name of Christ are not little Christ’s themselves (ie “Christians“, or “Christ-Followers”). There is a mission field inside the so-called 'church' to these lost ones.

I understand the dark windows in Starry Night.

I understand the doorless building that is The Church at Auvers.

My family informally 'counsels' (loving and listening) with the wounded and messed up product of such places. We have spent late nights with the young ones who have lopped off their own ears (metaphorically) in the wake of manipulation and false teaching. Preachers who lie in the name of Christ have a special necklace awaiting them (it’s called a millstone).

I want to apologize to all the Vincent’s out there who have ever been hurt by those in the (so-called) ‘church’. I plead with you to trust again -- and know that this manipulation & deceit is not the message of the true Church - the true Body of Jesus Christ.

“They would not listen - they're not list'ning still -- perhaps they never will.”

We are listening! Don’t cast aside those who still uphold the Truth and want you to know there is Hope.

“They would not listen - they did not know how -- perhaps they'll listen now.”

Yes!

'Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me. He who overcomes, I will grant to him to sit down with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne.

~Revelation 3:20-21

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ADDED NOTE:

Anyone who imagines him/herself in this particular blog should be aware it is not targeted at a specific group - or a specific person (or written in CODE or as a way to vent-- wink wink) - but to all of us in 'the church’ as a whole… it is about self-examination as a body - and was born out of the personal experiences of witnessing the pieces of broken hearts scattered along the paths of life... victims of those who lie and deceive from inside the "church"

No code there... no venting there...

Van Gogh was a casualty.

There are casualties every day.

I have been thanked by some recent casualties…thanked for trying to understand and for attempting to reach out to them...in Truth.

Sometimes the Church just messes up because they are not mature; they make a mistake - they don’t mean to - it just happens … we all do that… and sometimes the "church" messes up because they are not walking in the Light...THAT is not acceptable.

This blog also contains entries on Forgiveness,
Pain,
and
Owning up to Our Own 'Stuff'.

Take a look around ...

I'LL FoLLow the SoN

GooDBYe ~ MoViNG oN ...

The song has been hosted by a youtube user (totally unknown to me or endorsed by me) - simply click the tiny icon to play while you read - easy cheesey (it takes a moment to load). If you click too often it will open a new window and take you off-site into youtube land which is not our intended journey today. If you play it through and want to hear it again - you will need to refresh the entire page and repeat the process. Thank-You

"One day you'll look to see I've gone ~ For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun. Some day you'll know I was the one ~ But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun. And now the time has come and so, my love, I must go ~And though I lose a friend in the end you will know, oh. One day you'll find that I have gone ~ But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun. And now the time has come and so, my love, I must go ~ And though I lose a friend in the end you will know, oh. One day you'll find that I have gone ~ But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun. "
The Beatles - I'll Follow the Sun

Featured Art on eBay: an old distressed altered suitcase.

http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQfrppZ25QQfsooZ2QQfsopZ2QQsassZblueyeduckQQsbrsrtZd

I am a crazed suitcase collector - and have been a long while (way before it was a fad)! I have stacks of vintage cases as end tables, lampstands, a stereo tower, etc - they are everywhere!

I feel like we are travellers afterall - on our way to somewhere else. The suitcases all around make it look like we are ready to go at any moment - living in expectancy of a grand journey.

This song lyric (I'll Follow the Sun) popped into my head - and perfectly coupled itself with a tattered suitcase (representing our journey to a better place). We have been in a transition for exactly one year and finally, by God's grace & mercy, have it figured out. I am thrilled to have created this from what I thought was 'worthless' (yes, metaphorically so, but in a real sense too).

Nothing of our last year has been wasted. Regardless of who you serve or where you journey - so long as you serve "as unto God Himself" and journey to be closer to God in all His purity & Truth ~ the blessing remains.

One day eyes that are blind will see You clearly ~ And one day all who deny will finally believe. One day hearts made of stone will break in pieces ~ And one day chains once unbroken will fall down at Your feet ~ So we wait for that one day come quickly! We want to see Your Glory ~ Every knee falls down before Thee. Every tongue offers You praise with every hand raised. Singing Glory to You and unto You only - We'll sing Glory to Your name.

One day voices that lie will all be silent ~ One day all that's divided will be whole again. One day death will retreat and wave it's white flag. One day love will defeat the strongest enemy. So we wait for that one day come quickly! We want to see Your Glory ~ Every knee falls down before Thee. Every tongue offers You praise with every hand raised. Singing Glory to You and unto You only - We'll sing Glory to Your name.

We know not the day or the hour. Or the moments in between ~ But we know the end of the story when we'll see ...
~"Glory" by Nicole Nordeman

~joy in the journey

Katey-D

Psalm 103

pray for me

~some days it seems there is irony is everthing~

Willow Creek SCRiBBLeS

~JULY FOLLOW UP COMMENTARY AT END OF ENTRY~

God scribbles on our hearts in ways we may not even notice. When we do pause to notice, we will see a masterpiece emerge from those scribbles… those many elements… those doodles of life we experience as joy, peace, pain, confusion, understanding and all the other feelings of the rainbow.
I just spent several days in Chicago at an arts conference with thousands … and thousands of other artists. There was much scribbling going on.

“Hallelujah ~ What’s Right with the World” was an international gathering of artists in every texture, fragrance, color, and flavor that exists on GOD's palette.

To quote them directly (in part) from the 2008 event site (which is relevant to what just took place): “The Arts Conference 2008 brings together thousands of church staff and volunteers who, like you, are out there on the front lines of ministry week after week. This outstanding three-day experience draws participants from over 1,000 different churches—and is filled with opportunities to sharpen your vision and fill up your creative and spiritual “tanks.” Check out the '07 event to see more of what really goes on at The Arts Conference.”

It was massive, yet personal.
It was affirming, yet challenging.
It was a contradiction.

That was the point, they said, to challenge us to live in ‘the contradiction’.

...because... where would the world be without artists? Artists often 'contradict' reason...and from that we can sometimes find beauty and deeper understanding of the Truth that has been there before all time.

I am soberly reminded (ears open - eyes open alert) that this 'contradiction' is interesting and viable so long as we proceed in the Truth.

I have become aware of those who feel the Truth isn't enough anymore - and something 'new' needs added ... a "new truth" they say.

The Truth I know is complete. The joy and refreshment comes when I follow closely and discover His richness all over again.

There is nothing new under the sun ~ King Solomen indeed knew what he was saying.

In light of eternity - this is vanity of vanities - I take comfort in that. My place is secured. I am free.

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I walked way outside of my comfort zone to even go.

In the midst of huge transitional struggles in my own life ... and walking in a place of imminent change made it ridiculous to go. Still... God, who is oh so creative in His planning, predestined this time and place in my life for me to go and be exactly where I needed to be regardless of my circumstance.
The event, for me, was about recapturing my place as an artist (something so hard to say) in the world and in the Church. No one had to know me there and yet, they ‘got me’ instantly. We didn’t have to speak, yet we were in communion. As artists we generally do not find that in our real worlds, let alone our churches.
As one who walks that crevice between right brain and left brain (being neither one nor the other more dominantly as so many are) I have yet another isolation point.

I’m a hemisphere tightrope walker.

When I lean left, my art relationships see their conservative antithesis. When I lean right, my intellectual relationships dismiss me as less than I am. We can change that ~ together. In our real worlds... In our churches.

Our different textures, fragrances, colors, flavors, sounds, and emotions are the very things that unite us. Our differences make us the same.

It was something beautiful.

There's no need to mess with the Truth to experience that.

SOMETHiNG BEAUTiFUL

(just listen - sing along if you want)

“I wanna start it over ~ I wanna start again

I want a new a new beginning ~ One without any end

I feel it inside ~ Calling out to me

It's a voice that whispers my name ~ It's a kiss without any shame

Something beautiful

Like a song that stirs in my head ~ Singing love will take us where

Something's beautiful

I've heard it in the silence ~ Seen it on a face

I've felt it in a long hour ~ Like a sweet embrace

I know this is true ~ It's calling out to me

It's a voice that whispers my name ~ It's a kiss without any shame

Something beautiful

Like a song that stirs in my head ~ Singing love will take us where

Something's beautiful

It's the child on her wedding day ~ It's the daddy that gives her away

Something beautiful

When we laugh so hard we cry ~ It's the love between you and I

Something beautiful”

NEWSBOYS 2007 “Something Beautiful” from GO

(please visit them on the juke box list to the left to hear the song on their site)

~joy in the journey,

katey-D

psalm 103

pray for me

featured art - watercolor "HANDS OF AN ARTIST"

FOLLOW UP:

Time and distance do give us a sense of perspective and wisdom. We have now looked into many of the speakers we listened to at Willow. There were certain things that popped out like a bad note in a lovely song...like a sneeze in the middle of a quiet prayer. Those pops of conflict that arose throughout the experience were generally soothed by so much aesthetic comfort that we stayed in our comfy paddle boat during the journey and enjoyed the scenic, lovely ride. Since then, however, we have discovered that those pops of conflict in our conscience ... those odd sneezes at inappropriate times, were moments of heresy being introduced. There we were in our conference provided paddle boat - floating along in what appeared as a nice clear river of love and understanding ... flowery fragrance in the air ... all so beautiful. In retrospect we see it was a river of pollution and the fragrance was like candles covering up a secret bathroom odor. I still 'enjoyed' the event as an experience with other artists - but the part that I longed for deepest (as all human souls do) was that spiritual enrichment that comes from gaining understanding from those who have gone ahead in the journey and have good news to report back. Instead, our spiritual radars were beeping warnings we were required to look into once we returned home. Those internal warning systems proved divine as we found so much spiritual error had been shared. God is God and I am not. Don't mess with Him and don't mess with what He says.

D-Day

Criss Cross - Sailing

PRESS PLAY as you read this Blog Post



D-DAY


June 6, 1944 — the day on which the Battle of Normandy began — commencing the Western Allied effort to liberate mainland Europe from Nazi occupation during World War II.

My Dad, Sam, was a gunner in the Mighty Eighth - in a B-17 Heavy Bomber… usually high above the personal battles that ensued on the ground.
How different my world is from my Dad’s - 63 years later.

Dad painted “things” while I grew up - lots of “things” -- cars, walls, furniture… anything… and everything… but no one ever considered him an artist. But what an artist he always has been! As I look at my piles of art stuff, collections, and half-finished schemes ... and when I experience brain-explosions (ie: new ideas) I know where I got it from!



He would “doodle” if we asked … and it was always fascinating… his sketches were locked in a 1940’s style… very distinct…very good.


A couple years ago I set him up with artist materials: brushes, canvas, paint…
An artist was "officially" born - one that other people could recognize.
He found his niche - at 81 he began painting lighthouse ACEO’s (artist trading card size pieces) 2.5” x 3’5”. I have appreciated it more than he knows - as he painted these tiny things - I know how hard it is to see what you’re doing on something that small…and my eyes are half his age!


He was excited to have many of his tiny lighthouse paintings sell on eBay last year. I stopped listing them because he stopped painting regularly. I covet the ones I have remaining and cannot sell them. You understand.
I’m sad he isn’t painting- he was on such a roll. His studio was packed up and put into storage by the owner of the house they are in who plans to move my parents - someday. Apparently a ‘messy’ studio is detrimental to selling a house.

I, on the other hand, think real life inside a home is essential to selling a house.

Enjoy Dad's art - I sure do ~xo~

joy in the journey,
Katey-D

UPDATE (JANUARY 2008): Dad is back painting! He was reunited with his supplies and is creating again. In addition to painting small works of art, he has been painting water scenes (Lake Erie, boats, lighthouses, etc) on furniture.
Most recently he has stopped painting traditionally and has been working on a 3-D 1:12 scale model of the interior of a B-17 - complete with gunner 'guys' (they are not 'dolls' mind you, thay are 'action figures' !) I hope to get photos and post them.

Quick 'n Cute

Why hello!

I have some new domino art on eBay.

Nothing profound going on - just straight forward painted dominoes.

Here are 5 of them (there are many more to follow).

This first one is three fish - one swimming the OTHER way - doing her own thing...

I used dreamy Copic markers and acrylics on many of these - mostly the Copic markers (I will need to sell a bazillion or so dominoes to pay for said Copic markers).

This little hummer below is a happy skelly head - don't be afraid. Skellies have that dark, death reputation (gee, I wonder why)... But it's a bad rap really. Bones are magnifiscent. Being that I have brittle bones, I have come to appreciate skellies more than some might. I am ever aware of my own bones. This particular domino is titled: "Kiss me, I'm eternal". Kinda catchy I think. (I have many, many skellies to list on eBay in the very near future).

This next one is TWO fish - not unlike the THREE FISH version - except these two look more sardine-like. Great summer fun-wear!







Okay then ... we're on to "cute" now.

In that department I have two:

a slurpy dalmation pup
and a panda bear.

So, there you have it.


They are available (really affordably) by using the link to your upper left that says "MY ART FOR SALE" (which will take you to eBay).

thanks! joy in the journey, katey-D

I've BEEN TAGGED AGAIN!

This is the second time someone has tagged me, but the first time I am responding (though I WiLL do my other "tag" as well!).

This "tag" is from Amy-Amu (orion713) a beautiful & talented soul I know from Studio33.

Here's the scoopidy-doopidy: Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those who are tagged need to write in their blogs 7 things that are a habit, unusual or that no-one else knows, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.


Here are my 7 things:


1. I weigh 98 pounds
2. I wish I could play the cello really really really well (I don't play at all).
3. I knew I would home school my children before they were born.
4. I create art every day.
5. I am in construction (project manager/contractor).
6. I feel, listen, relate, enjoy, smell, see, think, and hurt deeply.
7. I used to be a medal winner hurdler.



I tag: Patti, Mellie, KiM, Adri, Glenda, Bettina, May ~xo~