Saturday, June 13, 2009

'Tis Foundation Article

'Tis to open this Friday, June 19th.
I got a tour of the building last week and it is beautiful. The second and third floors are even more incredible than the main gallery.
The newsprint is so small it is hard to read. But the 5th paragraph down reads " There are still bullet holes up there. (meaning the ceiling) I left them there intentionally" That's Arizona.
Got ta love it. Good call Will.
They have all worked so hard and so long to bring the 'Tis Gallery, to the artists and the community.
Thanks so very much for your efforts.
The art quilt hanging in the upper right corner behind Will and Lynn, OH YEA that's mine :-).

Friday, June 12, 2009

Busy with faces

More journal face painting. Next
to paint the back covers. Learned
a bit more about painting the
eyes.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

New Face

Another face painting. This one is on canvas. And will become a journal cover.
I think I will also crop to use as embellishment inside journals.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Monday, June 8, 2009

Faces, Faces, Faces

A medium size face with arms. Not ready to try hands yet. I my do hands by pasting.
She is just on paper so will probably be an inside page rather than a cover. I still want to ad some embellishment and words.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

New Face Painting

Practicing more faces.
This time a small face. I love two styles. DJ Pettit's and Misty Mawn's. It was great that last year I was so fortunate to be able to take a class with DJ in Phoenix. I have not yet had the opportunity to take one with Misty. But I just jumped in on my own using articles in Cloth, Paper Scissors magazine of Misty's.

Self taught artist

I am a self taught artist
whether by choice or necessity I'm not sure.
Without quite conscious awareness, I thought that made me less than a "real" artist.
Not so anymore.
I have a new awareness and acceptance of myself not only as an artist but as a person. I am proud to say I am a self taught artist.
I did it myself :-)

Friday, June 5, 2009

Sidewalk Art and Poetry

I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing
and defends nothing,
but only knows
where the rarest wildflowers are blooming,
and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.
-Wendell Berry