tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84958818326126877732024-03-04T20:34:40.696-08:00Dreams and EchoesLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-23666174877761207472012-03-24T02:49:00.002-07:002012-03-24T02:55:09.639-07:00Hearts in the Spring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjc5tuWF-kftZdjvg0j44frK6NRZL1D4G9S7NBgV8Qzul1FkYOgHRjPj5hGRgrB0DnGpEOM7HrVRMMdveTU0UKet3LnSEAuTMFcCuLxcBalCx1sdtQBG_ZTdfoW0Eq14B82bjYZHWerGrs/s1600/IMG_1146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723399859916795010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjc5tuWF-kftZdjvg0j44frK6NRZL1D4G9S7NBgV8Qzul1FkYOgHRjPj5hGRgrB0DnGpEOM7HrVRMMdveTU0UKet3LnSEAuTMFcCuLxcBalCx1sdtQBG_ZTdfoW0Eq14B82bjYZHWerGrs/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFTTr6JOoxBJISzRKCjzbwFm6IgNazZz0guEDrjT5h-dVRX0cPoQ4vbKknLpXwuZIESKu4vSlYIoVTpFYD3Nl9E213c5779I6_QfNr64eVynFwJehJRYAYglO8hf2XtmGM3jowOtN-ysMP/s1600/IMG_1147.JPG"></a><br /><div>Spring has sprung, and I have my Spring Heart Tree up to celebrate the new season. For those of you who don't already know, the origin of my seasonal heart trees was two years ago. After taking down the Christmas Tree, I was grousing to my hubby, David, about how much I disliked taking the Christmas decorations down because, as I told him, " then everything is just grey and blah." My Christmas Tree had some small handmade quilted hearts, and I had other Christmas hearts around the house, in bowls and tucked into nooks and crannies. I said that maybe I should make some Winter hearts to celebrate Winter. David said, in his usual way, "Do it!" So I went on to make the Winter Hearts, and then Spring Hearts, and Fall Hearts as well. This year my Spring Heart Tree has the addition of bright flowers. I hope you like it as much as I do.</div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-34524546216761239592012-03-01T03:04:00.005-08:002012-03-01T03:10:36.265-08:007 Card Draw Art Swap<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3YUBgtOrwN53VUd7-j5mMrAOgnmidx6S7pZ7AsDo3yRkhBAXjTehgpGx1cwfPf8eGl2HOzSZFh8WCPL9LS7z_XeXAzSgQF4W5197yHcMwe4yUJOn5YOQfFaLMKFF16knq4rBSjINBh_p/s1600/Marlene%2527s+Tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714883990436258770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3YUBgtOrwN53VUd7-j5mMrAOgnmidx6S7pZ7AsDo3yRkhBAXjTehgpGx1cwfPf8eGl2HOzSZFh8WCPL9LS7z_XeXAzSgQF4W5197yHcMwe4yUJOn5YOQfFaLMKFF16knq4rBSjINBh_p/s320/Marlene%2527s+Tree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXVO5qIKNWqnJxvSrFU5yqMJMoZ7Hls4p2Nne3-qTpqF7wsIQbBEZCon7leSkcd84wF6VMvDGOyD3OryBEwRyfi2ynB-DbIZzZe2MfllBDZ5S2zW8OawyieTaJauuWjsV3w93X9Jk01ou/s1600/Marlene%2527s+Valentine-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714883863967712402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMXVO5qIKNWqnJxvSrFU5yqMJMoZ7Hls4p2Nne3-qTpqF7wsIQbBEZCon7leSkcd84wF6VMvDGOyD3OryBEwRyfi2ynB-DbIZzZe2MfllBDZ5S2zW8OawyieTaJauuWjsV3w93X9Jk01ou/s320/Marlene%2527s+Valentine-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I belong to a group called the "7 Card Draw." The members of this group do ACEOs, little paintings and/or drawings that are 2.5" by 3.5." Each month, the leader of the group, Pam, picks a name of one of the members who then gets to pick 7 ACEOs from the pool. Watch for a future post about the cards I just won. For now I want to talk about another idea, the swap. In a swap, all the names get put in a hat, and then are picked so that two artists are put together, and each one sends the other one, one or more ACEO's. These are the beautiful ACEOs that Marlene did and sent to me. Aren't they lovely?</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-32051669973798592162012-01-19T03:19:00.000-08:002012-01-19T03:24:54.447-08:00Winter Celebration<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6CrwsNc0x7Oi58MPMupCxb2wtpSU24I24kGWE-JOCz8WRVjk4f3nPnPn54bQVIiy-kqdlMLwW8yo9MEiYABAiXTu5gWyCROsoaKi0roHbL5harL-xKcXZHQ-uO9oYsN_XAZcrGaou8XP/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699302522299579474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6CrwsNc0x7Oi58MPMupCxb2wtpSU24I24kGWE-JOCz8WRVjk4f3nPnPn54bQVIiy-kqdlMLwW8yo9MEiYABAiXTu5gWyCROsoaKi0roHbL5harL-xKcXZHQ-uO9oYsN_XAZcrGaou8XP/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Last year I put up a Winter Heart Tree, after taking down my Christmas Tree decorations. The origin of this idea was something I had thought about for a long time, but never mentioned out loud, until last year. Every year I would love having the Christmas decorations up and then feel so let down after they were all put away. Because then it was just grey and blah outside. I thought that I should create some Winter Hearts so I could celebrate Winter instead of disliking it so much. (Having handmade hearts on my tree was already a tradition.) So I mentioned this to my hubby and he loved the idea. I got busy and created lots of quilted handmade hearts in shades of blue and white. This year I added some baby's breath and silk flowers ... hope you like it. </div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-91806572741822978512011-12-25T02:56:00.000-08:002011-12-25T02:58:56.846-08:00Christmas Lost ... and Found<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOxWtu_5wV9MYCVDDy-0j1ZMBkAnWegew3J7PRemiiQBHHCo4gboST4H7VIVwL1AouLmlIMiUc8dZNVqrLIT89-J2UHaV3bFPKG2W9RC6ekK_c4t81oPYJnjvwPtKMPW4Ys9-JnmOlJKa/s1600/Xmas+Hearts+%25234+-+0009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690018744122993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOxWtu_5wV9MYCVDDy-0j1ZMBkAnWegew3J7PRemiiQBHHCo4gboST4H7VIVwL1AouLmlIMiUc8dZNVqrLIT89-J2UHaV3bFPKG2W9RC6ekK_c4t81oPYJnjvwPtKMPW4Ys9-JnmOlJKa/s320/Xmas+Hearts+%25234+-+0009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjvVldSjicbeAvCpKXJbvb80KYhDmyiay0p9eCATywfGK4W65C2sLf3SC0mUpf4Lu5qI8RWecYaa5riQFpDEJ5Ioq8xs0bCazlskoBercbRr5HILJkouqT9A0DcfTotb9Pd5T2vnPNU2A4/s1600/Xmas+Hearts+%25231+-+0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690018600348911538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjvVldSjicbeAvCpKXJbvb80KYhDmyiay0p9eCATywfGK4W65C2sLf3SC0mUpf4Lu5qI8RWecYaa5riQFpDEJ5Ioq8xs0bCazlskoBercbRr5HILJkouqT9A0DcfTotb9Pd5T2vnPNU2A4/s320/Xmas+Hearts+%25231+-+0006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>This year, the first thing I did was trim my tree. So I got out the big plastic box with the little dividers that holds all my precious ornaments and transformed our tree from a Fall Tree to a Christmas Tree. (For a picture of the tree, refer to the previous article.) But when I opened up the red box that holds my Christmas House decorations, the box was almost empty. My Christmas Hearts were not there. I was stunned. These hearts had been lovingly made by hand, quilted, some embroidered, and I used them to tuck into nooks and crannys, nest into bowls, and hang across the bookcase. I didn't know what to do. I went through both boxes again. I went through my box of Fall decorations. Then I began, one by one, to go through all the boxes of Christmas "Stuff" that I have saved but never display because there isn't room in the loft for everything. I came across a lot of wonderful memories, gave up a lot of them to go to Goodwill, but didn't find my Christmas Hearts. Somehow, I knew I wouldn't, but it was like I had to go through everything anyway.<br /><br />Then yesterday as I was walking through the bedroom, I got a very clear picture in my mind's eye of the upper cabinet of my computer hutch. I hesitantly walked to the hutch, not wanting to be disappointed again, but somehow, somehow, I had a feeling. And when I opened the hutch doors, there they were, all carefully packed and protected. Now they grace my living space, and it feels a little bit like a Christmas miracle.</div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-87260080417407508922011-12-21T08:57:00.000-08:002011-12-21T09:03:42.634-08:00Way to Go! ~ Christmas Give-Away<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53Y6LAWzHq1K_F1L0ADdkAGsPmOlqvvY-t1h-p0JWxRk1auNiazFzsSB7NzhMBCdMhYLxhpaElhAeY22uka5IAKGQprRYI-eFTaooG8qalHIaQiB7fspLGFWpvI6YmYHyO_1xvintJ0wF/s1600/Elf+Ornament+%25231C+-+0005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688628419844897826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53Y6LAWzHq1K_F1L0ADdkAGsPmOlqvvY-t1h-p0JWxRk1auNiazFzsSB7NzhMBCdMhYLxhpaElhAeY22uka5IAKGQprRYI-eFTaooG8qalHIaQiB7fspLGFWpvI6YmYHyO_1xvintJ0wF/s320/Elf+Ornament+%25231C+-+0005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xjrz6hM99Iw9oclRPvd04mvPDlJTgEHP6EHIMd70W383MWiYvGpmJWcmW8H5XNy4zI68FcLRsuYGi0KdFhcAqA12ZXmGdv-qu6KTYLqf7HtXUz6RDkJ35w2TXdnreCaLEiP7n_FMn53A/s1600/Elf+Ornament+%25231B+-+0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688628212076811410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xjrz6hM99Iw9oclRPvd04mvPDlJTgEHP6EHIMd70W383MWiYvGpmJWcmW8H5XNy4zI68FcLRsuYGi0KdFhcAqA12ZXmGdv-qu6KTYLqf7HtXUz6RDkJ35w2TXdnreCaLEiP7n_FMn53A/s320/Elf+Ornament+%25231B+-+0001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />I won a "Give-away." What is a Give-Away, you ask? It's when an artist gives away one of his or her art works for nothing. I'm constantly amazed by how many artists do this. And I just won a Give-Away - my very first one. Some artists put their Give-Aways on their blogs, other on their FaceBook pages. You enter the Give-Away by leaving a comment. And I finally won!<br /><br />I won this wonderful elf made by a friend of mine, Cindi, on one of the Etsy threads. I knew I had won it, so couldn't wait for it to come in the mail. And when I opened it I was amazed. It was perfect, beautiful, cute, etc. I could see all the care that went into making it, down to the smallest detail. And, of course, I immediately hung it on my tree, where it looks right at home. Many thanks to Cindi for her generosity in making this wonderful ornament and making it possible for me to win it. To see more of Cindi's creations, visit her Etsy shop: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ClayItAgain">http://www.etsy.com/shop/ClayItAgain</a></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-47010760392943691072011-11-13T03:19:00.000-08:002011-11-13T03:21:59.488-08:00October Surprise ... Sunrise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dhBPva_sr66qBtOyZs_M_snycGjKBpOYc4F9YBGNsWbrOgmMtQO0RwEWpxrVyCghxNIBvlPUETh-itzfXd6W3aKPzY2XoGbplSxX3WoOZH5j6TFrMOseyr7dKzqoLkqFsNshiBnASyO5/s1600/October+Sunrise+copySat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674439098757651090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8dhBPva_sr66qBtOyZs_M_snycGjKBpOYc4F9YBGNsWbrOgmMtQO0RwEWpxrVyCghxNIBvlPUETh-itzfXd6W3aKPzY2XoGbplSxX3WoOZH5j6TFrMOseyr7dKzqoLkqFsNshiBnASyO5/s320/October+Sunrise+copySat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>October is gone, and November is on it's way. Before the fall is completely over, I wanted to share this ACEO (Art Cards Editions and Originals) with you. I entitled it October Sunrise because of the colors, but in one of the forums I frequent, someone called it October Surprise, which I also liked. An ACEO is 2.5" x 3.5". Here it is:</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-72133885926034046982011-10-03T03:13:00.000-07:002011-10-05T04:39:14.317-07:00Bubble Bubble - The Littlest Witch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4AweU_Z2BsFmpXkh9WfEQrsXNJj6EGZ5Bh92Z97wBd7pwNumcwqkOQfxec9gORe9AME6a81BlxsCpEEhsvGbGxoTV1YnI78A5qOg9fEiLVGdJ0ZLV-CxJ3Oz2EVnPatpoIoBtk2Dtc8r/s1600/The+Littlest+Witch+Sat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659208663027584850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4AweU_Z2BsFmpXkh9WfEQrsXNJj6EGZ5Bh92Z97wBd7pwNumcwqkOQfxec9gORe9AME6a81BlxsCpEEhsvGbGxoTV1YnI78A5qOg9fEiLVGdJ0ZLV-CxJ3Oz2EVnPatpoIoBtk2Dtc8r/s320/The+Littlest+Witch+Sat.jpg" border="0" /></a>This little witch may have a secret. Is she a real witch masquerading as a child? Or a child masquerading as a witch? What surprises may she have up her sleeves? Whatever the answers, she will be a lovely little witch, going house by house to get her treats and perhaps leave a bit of magic. In case you haven't guessed, she is a good witch.<br /><br />This little witch is an ACEO (Art Cards Editions and Originals) and is done with pen and colored pencils.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-3567141883105844632011-09-20T03:47:00.000-07:002011-09-20T03:50:55.198-07:00Time for Fall<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpLB7v4lIzQPGMYzDzBq9sbJwaRZnDJdXKL6p4VLL7Wq9BEu2Dz5lmb23LUCiL6RW-BazkZj2c_ypG0kSmojbMW9x65oasQQDVQqJ7e2jk6tY8gROTSYpDUrGxdIMGtN51IUPBnZZhzWZ/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654392470886057346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpLB7v4lIzQPGMYzDzBq9sbJwaRZnDJdXKL6p4VLL7Wq9BEu2Dz5lmb23LUCiL6RW-BazkZj2c_ypG0kSmojbMW9x65oasQQDVQqJ7e2jk6tY8gROTSYpDUrGxdIMGtN51IUPBnZZhzWZ/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFtGLnd76uQRW-4t3kEK2SWo9J_ISLpdsJ-3ZOaCD6eJP2Xo3ufWkUInIJ68h4fqshezRQfy8YXrrSB1MpKbQutl9Jz7qsy6MNcjtxTz0n29KcEQImLvaTpeQdgK0-uMYED0kZIxXyA2v/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654392273966154274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFtGLnd76uQRW-4t3kEK2SWo9J_ISLpdsJ-3ZOaCD6eJP2Xo3ufWkUInIJ68h4fqshezRQfy8YXrrSB1MpKbQutl9Jz7qsy6MNcjtxTz0n29KcEQImLvaTpeQdgK0-uMYED0kZIxXyA2v/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>My Fall Heart Tree is finally done. Yea! It took a bit longer than I had hoped, but at least I got it done before the first official day of Fall. For those of you who haven't seen my other seasonal trees, it all got started last Christmas. I was taking down the Christmas decorations and grousing about winter. I told my hubby, David, that I wish I had some hearts to put on the tree to celebrate winter because otherwise, it just was grey and blah. He said "do it!" He said, "We'll leave the tree up all year." So I did it. First was the Winter Heart Tree, then the Spring/Summer Heart Tree. And now we have the Fall Heart Tree. I think I like this one the best because, in addition to the hearts, there are dried flowers tucked in between the branches. Because I don't have a sewing machine, all the hearts are completely, lovingly handmade. I hope you like my Fall Tree.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-39583477910287616122011-08-27T05:26:00.000-07:002011-08-27T05:28:13.578-07:00Last Days of Summer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTS-YL61xC_bozrGZZk2cE7IMwxYsce5mz8crDvVTsJCrYXUsvwdTcxf-G8Le4M6QT5-lEErjOhEerQaXLmMChlFJQhbPf071PXDzrMpV2wcFlFirxzlGGxeYoH1nZYvQ-Y1Fk2flP1mO/s1600/Last+Day+at+the+Beach.Sat+-+Copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645511526278284562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTS-YL61xC_bozrGZZk2cE7IMwxYsce5mz8crDvVTsJCrYXUsvwdTcxf-G8Le4M6QT5-lEErjOhEerQaXLmMChlFJQhbPf071PXDzrMpV2wcFlFirxzlGGxeYoH1nZYvQ-Y1Fk2flP1mO/s320/Last+Day+at+the+Beach.Sat+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><div>It's nearing the end of August, and people are getting in their last picnics, last family barbeques, last vacations and last trips to the beach. It's even possible, depending on where you are, to fee a bit of a chill in the air in the mornings, like biting into a crisp Red Delicious Apple. This colored pencil drawing is about the last day at the beach for one little girl. Do you remember yours? As a child, time sees timeless, and yet, it inevitable passes, drawing summer to a close and bringing the excitement of fall ... new clothes, new school supplies, going back to school, etc. But enjoy the summer while it lasts. (And one really neat thing about this piece is that it was purchased by a woman from Portugal.)</div>
<br />Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-2618177551643277812011-06-30T03:51:00.000-07:002011-06-30T04:29:19.663-07:00WIP ~ Work in Progress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsjvAeuWICPZNwkhZOEphn14ufmPf1iS2wPF8diO0e_L0zg1Ao2E1XiRNt8RCywYpj63slulwFPfrBSId70CVOZi91WZwPa7w2Tvm00EMVFnJO1snKdGyVCiNRdAkN-d_gerSleAu45F4/s1600/IMG_1126+-+CROPPED.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623972780809202850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsjvAeuWICPZNwkhZOEphn14ufmPf1iS2wPF8diO0e_L0zg1Ao2E1XiRNt8RCywYpj63slulwFPfrBSId70CVOZi91WZwPa7w2Tvm00EMVFnJO1snKdGyVCiNRdAkN-d_gerSleAu45F4/s320/IMG_1126+-+CROPPED.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67h89gY-IbVPKxHYLsb9AMbBh89hUTUwp18VzKj86e0S2vnnv6kE_d0-TBCWg_6rF-ii69m2YYTPyd9m1g3RsrsA4_0jRKBJxVByXVlJJq_C_RCyPN8Xja2w4hyphenhyphenzn3yjw9zzqgRBLVZt5/s1600/IMG_1131.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623964349059261266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67h89gY-IbVPKxHYLsb9AMbBh89hUTUwp18VzKj86e0S2vnnv6kE_d0-TBCWg_6rF-ii69m2YYTPyd9m1g3RsrsA4_0jRKBJxVByXVlJJq_C_RCyPN8Xja2w4hyphenhyphenzn3yjw9zzqgRBLVZt5/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixVXopLzakAcIv9HqOFhFP9UKpHvGU4Qu_pCm9HYd4b4f6_mYnA16j_pFniTpisUFQZd1eloxMI9zjXEnOBwLt3edWjugKqkCa7m_xLYTcOrCNFze1oxeo9AikBNVdjwe0ME1eZd0teuxL/s1600/IMG_1137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623964251251858034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixVXopLzakAcIv9HqOFhFP9UKpHvGU4Qu_pCm9HYd4b4f6_mYnA16j_pFniTpisUFQZd1eloxMI9zjXEnOBwLt3edWjugKqkCa7m_xLYTcOrCNFze1oxeo9AikBNVdjwe0ME1eZd0teuxL/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Normally, I am the only one who gets to see my artwork as it evolves. I thought others might be interested in seeing that process. A WIP is a work in progress, a work that isn't yet finished, a work that I am still having a dialog with. The process begins with something I've found. Then I begin to arrange natural objects, along with paint and manmade objects on my chosen "canvas." In the past this canvas has been a piece of tree bark mounted on a pine panel. (If you want to see an example of a bark piece, visit my shop: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Raedawn">http://www.etsy.com/shop/Raedawn</a>) This will be the first natural assemblage that isn't mounted on bark, but instead will be mounted on a shallow wooden box.<br /><br />One day I was walking down the ramp to the loft building that I live in and I came across a tangle of thin branches. I looked at it, picked it up and looked at it some more, and then put it back. The next time I was on the ramp, I decided to take it home. Even if it was fragile, I wanted to make something with it. That was when I noticed the rest of an abandoned nest in the rafters above the ramp. Then I looked over to the next section and saw a Robin sitting on a nest. I had an abandoned Robin's nest ... what a precious treasure. I went and talked to the Robin, who seemed to sit and listen patiently because she didn't fly away. Later my husband and I would see the little baby Robins in their nest. This added an even greater to the artwork I had already begun.<br /><br />The first two steps in the process is what you see here. I had first put the nest to one side of a piece of freezer paper (so it wouldn't stick). Then I sprayed it within an inch of it's life (with matte medium). Later I went back and got out two of my rubber stamps and stamped spirals on the left side. I put a plastic snake on the bottom. (I've often used plastic snakes in my work. I paint them carefully, and I've had several people at shows ask me if the snakes are real.) My husband looked at it and said he didn't get it. LOL<br /><br />What you see here is the next stage. I went back to the table, put the nest in the middle, put a torn photo of myself behind the nest and added another snake. This time the two snakes were then arranged in the V shape you see in the piece above. I also added a small beautiful stone. The next time my husband walked by he said, "Wow, oh now I get it." He didn't realize what I had already known ... that I would be moving the nest to the center. So this is the stage the work is in now. I want to saturate the picture of me and print a smaller version so it's easier to see the face within the nest. And, of course I need to paint the snakes as well as the pine box it will be mounted on. I'm not sure what else I might add ... stay tuned.</div><br /><br /><div>You can see a picture of the baby birds too, above. Aren't they too cute.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-20801146696583654302011-05-11T03:50:00.000-07:002011-05-11T03:53:41.543-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYDcRFr0PfFwS7liEafYGTY7X6qgUHAtMlfX8wSzoerCixSuOcVxnWaX3-UeO_AUYPhhXOUB_uFoTFJchdkrp-ksovT7exLMxXcGk0JK5y6WSyem5dy-CbjiYs5-PUpttHEpESnABliSY/s1600/IMG_1085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605409957441220674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYDcRFr0PfFwS7liEafYGTY7X6qgUHAtMlfX8wSzoerCixSuOcVxnWaX3-UeO_AUYPhhXOUB_uFoTFJchdkrp-ksovT7exLMxXcGk0JK5y6WSyem5dy-CbjiYs5-PUpttHEpESnABliSY/s320/IMG_1085.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This is a WIP (Work in Progress). I am going to be setting up a second Etsy shop to sell the many wonderful strands of beads I've collected over the years. I recently made the decision to focus on my visual art, and, while it's difficult to see my beads go, I'm going to be selling them on Etsy. I have everything from semi-precious to Czech Glass, to bone and shell. My hubby, David, photographed a picture to use in my banner. It gives you a sense of the lush quality of the beads I have. I'll keep you posted and write an update when I open my new shop. </div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-69917266110920709982011-05-09T03:33:00.000-07:002011-05-09T03:35:53.119-07:00Primal Grace<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAGrkcaSPQ7X6cdvZJeS0djNCchLIzN8Qe13xKiGWYlqvmqdf33MymmOSpQHoFq0IhE9uIrHzZxRRyGmrB4VW-4Em_5Agaivc4m4yaIZjv_C0LZJSHHYEMjjWR7B7Q7Jbe6nJK286Luc1/s1600/IMG_1038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604663228808905906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihAGrkcaSPQ7X6cdvZJeS0djNCchLIzN8Qe13xKiGWYlqvmqdf33MymmOSpQHoFq0IhE9uIrHzZxRRyGmrB4VW-4Em_5Agaivc4m4yaIZjv_C0LZJSHHYEMjjWR7B7Q7Jbe6nJK286Luc1/s320/IMG_1038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Grace comes of its own. You may want it so much; you may even pray for it. But it will come to you in the most unexpected way at the most unexpected time. It will overtake you and fill you with Beauty and Love. Receiving Grace is one of the most primal, basic experiences we may have. When the experience is over you are left breathless and filled with Gratitude.<br /><br />This mixed media assemblage is done on a piece of tree bark. It includes paper and a feather. It shows the hands reaching up to receive Grace. It is 14 x 3 x 5/8 inches.</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-1336958903321013942011-03-20T02:37:00.000-07:002011-03-20T02:46:47.736-07:00Welcome Spring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2WacxGb_P3wGjqNNsZEi0oQv3n4yYGBJxGFET9KoHROy6JA2hs6HeSMo_5noluYZoVhx7ww7QbuoT5G-J_yrIFW3xjTm1mkjr3-oyku2rGT0XyLo5IU8OD9cDAxKOPzEVBnFWVbZaVA1/s1600/IMG_1022+-+REV+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586096267622268658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2WacxGb_P3wGjqNNsZEi0oQv3n4yYGBJxGFET9KoHROy6JA2hs6HeSMo_5noluYZoVhx7ww7QbuoT5G-J_yrIFW3xjTm1mkjr3-oyku2rGT0XyLo5IU8OD9cDAxKOPzEVBnFWVbZaVA1/s320/IMG_1022+-+REV+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvowEJSXWw6uEYWSwvt8lcHvOmc9MauWzVZku5wNV1u-a1kYm9NHmuY8IpEgQReY2eSRVMBOobflremfuvbAgi4xps1TDmgj69M108Jzws9p2mYJ6t9ON7onYnVXOnx7skStmzTo7hATIi/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDeuClNza9L232fVRij65CVUFkLhwIqOKz3m0X6oUB8YQDoCLrOA-uwZ5DtZLMoqAXVxf_3OqO3lkDJ-8ziH5disLo59nT9nLIySsMNrGXmddE7hSfyWMpf2VWH7LBah6JPJ9Ue_S-SrP/s1600/IMG_1019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586095872493828130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDeuClNza9L232fVRij65CVUFkLhwIqOKz3m0X6oUB8YQDoCLrOA-uwZ5DtZLMoqAXVxf_3OqO3lkDJ-8ziH5disLo59nT9nLIySsMNrGXmddE7hSfyWMpf2VWH7LBah6JPJ9Ue_S-SrP/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Today is the first day of Spring. Here in Lowell, Massachusetts, it's still grey, cold and wintery ... all the more reason to finally put my Spring Heart Tree up. For those who are not familiar with the origin of my seasonal trees, the impetus began over a decade ago. I always loved to play dress ups with my house at Christmas, and along with the tree, which had a few quilted hearts on it, I also had hearts scattered around the house ... in bowls, on shelves, and in nooks and crannies. But when I took the Christmas decorations down, I would inevitable get a let down. Not only was my house no longer dressed up, but outside the weather was grey and blah. For years I thought I should make some Winter Hearts, but was deterred by my lack of a sewing machine. For some reason, this year, nothing got in the way, and I happily made Winter Hearts by hand. For anyone who wants to see the Winter Heart Tree, scroll down a bit and you'll see it.</div><br /><br /><div>I'm in love with my Spring Heart Tree. The colors and the feeling of Spring really make me feel as if I am welcoming the new season with all of my heart.</div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-42092170838882845022011-02-19T03:43:00.001-08:002011-02-19T03:47:03.954-08:00The Silence<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8mCIXPKK6qPz1tkcdTh7wjzc2IGymhLqvsrHyBYufdvjk9AQutQF4HOSwfIbFAYkxa7RyQ3E7oK_GjSEQ7G4lwfUu1tHTaycQ258yaohRQDqtAA_jcukgMcVtToBnoR_f9cL3SvqLwZuS/s1600/1+Cave+of+the+Heart+-+0997.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575365844028793922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8mCIXPKK6qPz1tkcdTh7wjzc2IGymhLqvsrHyBYufdvjk9AQutQF4HOSwfIbFAYkxa7RyQ3E7oK_GjSEQ7G4lwfUu1tHTaycQ258yaohRQDqtAA_jcukgMcVtToBnoR_f9cL3SvqLwZuS/s320/1+Cave+of+the+Heart+-+0997.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />In the ancient Vedic literature of India there is a concept referred to as the "Cave of the Heart." This sacred space is both the seat of our higher Self, but is also the location of an intimate connection to the Source. The Vedas urge people to spend as much time in the Cave of the Heart as they can. One way to do this is meditation; another is contemplation. And sometimes, some people may just find themselves there as it is also a magnificent source of creative energy. Here are the words to a song I once wrote:<br />Listen in the Cave of your Heart<br />the Silence echoes your name.<br />Do you answer the Call<br />to come home again.<br /><br />This mixed media piece, "Cave of the Heart," is an ACEO assemblage. ACEO stands for "Art Cards Editions and Originals." ACEOs are small 2.5 inches by 3.5 inches. Usually they are flat, and I have done some ACEO colored pencil drawings (you can look back through my blog to find them), but this was my first attempt to translate my larger assemblages, which I can no longer do because of lack of studio space, into a smaller format. The components are: mat board, dirt with aluminum foill, paper, paint, mother of pearl star, matte and gel medium. My "Cave of the Heart" is very earthy. The lotus is also a sacred symbol in Hindu art and literature; it stands for the purity of the Self rising out of the muck of the ego.<br /><br /><div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-2414224058253951262011-01-25T17:28:00.000-08:002011-01-25T17:31:14.453-08:00Celebrating Winter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXEVC6b8U2QMg3KMlMXu6UTfCHhMmWGiKZt14nsMaqUI-e-2W3jLXsbLcG4ApJD8Z9Yw-yiHjjhPnVmkMr_I9O7d65NI4cnSzQFiQgt7xV6X3RGqSE6fvdKBbJJtS9ntKv7Kh_tBlo2rO/s1600/IMG_0964.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566301087473326386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXEVC6b8U2QMg3KMlMXu6UTfCHhMmWGiKZt14nsMaqUI-e-2W3jLXsbLcG4ApJD8Z9Yw-yiHjjhPnVmkMr_I9O7d65NI4cnSzQFiQgt7xV6X3RGqSE6fvdKBbJJtS9ntKv7Kh_tBlo2rO/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHSkH1GgF6uZo4c6YFZfZqqLr6oo3nUu3LrcR72ECqEWttnXOTSdyX_R17fR9BWcywyTFXdo5J0MB-3qWX0SqigUcAtfbw1BjnTrg4uOoApmuNhFjY05qfIWV10UpccQHin9nlI3BeIjX/s1600/IMG_0960.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566300921027370418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHSkH1GgF6uZo4c6YFZfZqqLr6oo3nUu3LrcR72ECqEWttnXOTSdyX_R17fR9BWcywyTFXdo5J0MB-3qWX0SqigUcAtfbw1BjnTrg4uOoApmuNhFjY05qfIWV10UpccQHin9nlI3BeIjX/s320/IMG_0960.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>My family and friends are familiar with my collection of quilted hearts. I have a set for the fall and a Christmas set. I tuck them into nooks and crannies, put them in bowls, and for Christmas, put them on the tree. Then, every year, when I take down the Christmas decorations, I get this let down feeling. For two months I have been playing dress ups with my house, and, suddenly I'm left with the Winter blahs. Everything seems dull and grey (unless, of course, it's snowing). So every year, for about the last 15 or so, I have had the same thought ... if only I had some winter hearts. For some reason, this year I did something about it. I made a collection of Winter Hearts, in shades of blues and whites, each one made totally by hand, one stitch at a time, because I have no sewing machine. So now I have my celebratory Winter Hearts and a Winter Tree as well. My husband likes it so much, he wants me to continue and do one for each season. So look forward to my Spring House dress ups ~ they'll be ready about the same time crocuses are pushing their little heads through the soil.</div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-91641727682017573302011-01-11T02:41:00.001-08:002011-01-11T02:44:22.673-08:00Choo Choo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6iX3wmsWiIoupKsuQywtZ551S2FuLe3OMySN2I5srZsx3eo0cAKX1BpKVWKr70lt53PnFwgqyIKu2wPRIhMSjkvs5zjCzhZNWVM5-0yUNSqDAfS-FLVVa-TYjFHvCvAll4UNI8xEXOme/s1600/DAVE%2527S+2ND+LAYOUT+%25239.8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560877361530981458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6iX3wmsWiIoupKsuQywtZ551S2FuLe3OMySN2I5srZsx3eo0cAKX1BpKVWKr70lt53PnFwgqyIKu2wPRIhMSjkvs5zjCzhZNWVM5-0yUNSqDAfS-FLVVa-TYjFHvCvAll4UNI8xEXOme/s320/DAVE%2527S+2ND+LAYOUT+%25239.8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-o-mnzxVfXcr__mS9S6gOdwtQ80gL33tJaZdZ69l9ikYU2P4R8VgFGIj9HRWfaidH5tgcdcK0eOQ0RFxR_827caZJi_KWW69C0GhRywxAp4inmgJAl0tgPwGnYcIIx9vFaD9P0hI0fi8/s1600/DAVE%2527S+2ND+LAYOUT+-+0949.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560877215228132370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-o-mnzxVfXcr__mS9S6gOdwtQ80gL33tJaZdZ69l9ikYU2P4R8VgFGIj9HRWfaidH5tgcdcK0eOQ0RFxR_827caZJi_KWW69C0GhRywxAp4inmgJAl0tgPwGnYcIIx9vFaD9P0hI0fi8/s320/DAVE%2527S+2ND+LAYOUT+-+0949.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br />My DH (dear husband), Dave, is really into miniature trains ... no, I mean REALLY into it. He has built about an eight foot square that sits at about chin height (for me). He recently added another eight foot square (3 X 3 approximately) across from the bigger one, which he is connecting with a wooden link so that the trains can go back and forth, and of course, 'round and 'round. I am fascinated by this grand work in progress. Dave has boxes of trains, train parts, miniature buildings, and cars and trucks.<br /><br />This definitely a work in progress. So far he has his track laid out, though he is still futzing with it a bit. He's got trains hooked up that can actually run around the track, and he has some buildings and train stations set up. He hasn't even begun to get to the trees, grass and people stage, because he is just so in love with the trains. There is no such thing as too many trains, and he continues to buy and collect more and more. He uses the HO type trains, which means his model trains are 1/87th the size of real trains. Eventually there will be tunnels and a bridge, and of course, a landscape. With his trains he is like a kid in a candy shop.</div><br /><div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-20428226564903460902011-01-07T05:07:00.000-08:002011-01-07T05:08:33.779-08:00Snow Song<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSXjtAOnYsskBYwVvJ2O5XVijqBU51e2z8gu_ck5Gxzu-zcuyPRfTqH8mvlLg35NgfnJ277s6Gra6n7IR5WJuQyrUGS-wG8zZO5nuND6mdbg9pfh64_Dre_5wM7Z1jkmOHhAgGD37LQhh/s1600/Young+WolfSnowSong.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559430173901387026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSXjtAOnYsskBYwVvJ2O5XVijqBU51e2z8gu_ck5Gxzu-zcuyPRfTqH8mvlLg35NgfnJ277s6Gra6n7IR5WJuQyrUGS-wG8zZO5nuND6mdbg9pfh64_Dre_5wM7Z1jkmOHhAgGD37LQhh/s320/Young+WolfSnowSong.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I love wolves, and really wanted to make a drawing of a wolf in the snow. This one is entitled "Young Wolf Snow Singing." And I really wanted the wolf to be "singing." This is, in a sense, a mixed media piece, as I used Prismacolor Colored Pencils and an oil stick. It was my first try at combining these two, and I want to experiment some more, using conte crayon with pencil. Where is his pack? Close by no doubt. Maybe I will show some more of them.</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-54261720622367280652010-12-22T03:43:00.000-08:002010-12-22T03:47:27.896-08:00The Precious Tree<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYve5Ff4TsvubXI9LKjmQvMyFBJu63SLo-8T1nFmLzyWpfsGreFOv45KCV9MB3glEZCOJPen2pOCEAQCalOWHL0SbkPSawjcfN5qj2px45KcHKihkAqxT6zSQi0AtjY5rcNAmkYRgIEtKs/s1600/XMAS+TREE+2010.3+-+0922.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553471875090153554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYve5Ff4TsvubXI9LKjmQvMyFBJu63SLo-8T1nFmLzyWpfsGreFOv45KCV9MB3glEZCOJPen2pOCEAQCalOWHL0SbkPSawjcfN5qj2px45KcHKihkAqxT6zSQi0AtjY5rcNAmkYRgIEtKs/s320/XMAS+TREE+2010.3+-+0922.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>One of my favorite things about Christmas is the Christmas tree. My husband asked me yesterday if I had enough ornaments to trim a 6 foot tree, and I said, "yes." That's because most of them are put away. We have a small tree sitting on top of a box in the corner of our loft living room. Still, I love it. I love decorating it ~ a lot of the ornaments are handmade; I love looking at it; I love the lights. This year I'll even love undecorating it because I have Winter Hearts to put on it, and will keep it up a few more months as a Winter Tree (see previous article about hearts, if interested.)</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-52279199355572765242010-12-14T15:19:00.000-08:002010-12-14T15:22:47.786-08:00Have a Heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNir2H-WOOFkKcBBgCZcs5te9_82k7MrZyRJJVisK5D0zbvhXnMntY2ZFPNAUpvXHRvBBNGaGaYmceaB_uvqX-OgDKfHISzR9Z3X6wzftuWYOtrHKmt30fHaobiE_5ryc0QWNbL53uhvAL/s1600/ORNAMENTS+-+0925.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550682378187873394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNir2H-WOOFkKcBBgCZcs5te9_82k7MrZyRJJVisK5D0zbvhXnMntY2ZFPNAUpvXHRvBBNGaGaYmceaB_uvqX-OgDKfHISzR9Z3X6wzftuWYOtrHKmt30fHaobiE_5ryc0QWNbL53uhvAL/s320/ORNAMENTS+-+0925.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9afzaZDMQjXfGA1V5u4MWfDthYoMlZSWP7TFSNYwkwu743YKTVPmzuHLJMIdpdGeN0Jjt9JgDJEoFZJdL8ew7V1vyhXu7IXWNg7MzOQ8Eb8nj8I7yX-gcm3gbO9kt7AYYejpYA7kNVkfd/s1600/ORNAMENTS+-+0918.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550682221652935650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9afzaZDMQjXfGA1V5u4MWfDthYoMlZSWP7TFSNYwkwu743YKTVPmzuHLJMIdpdGeN0Jjt9JgDJEoFZJdL8ew7V1vyhXu7IXWNg7MzOQ8Eb8nj8I7yX-gcm3gbO9kt7AYYejpYA7kNVkfd/s320/ORNAMENTS+-+0918.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3q6psw8u07wl1yfP2T-vsLT9exBjUd_PJpTdDtTQERWQg6zAUz7TaUBdpgBWjKyNwh0oSsBatKxtxpzwHMuQgq6cQnWUTudmyHMkeP0XpYw9iQ4MHZfs6gWP3kOJHjs_9v0LeT9Oe6Qyl/s1600/ORNAMENTS+1-+0926.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550682013197588274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3q6psw8u07wl1yfP2T-vsLT9exBjUd_PJpTdDtTQERWQg6zAUz7TaUBdpgBWjKyNwh0oSsBatKxtxpzwHMuQgq6cQnWUTudmyHMkeP0XpYw9iQ4MHZfs6gWP3kOJHjs_9v0LeT9Oe6Qyl/s320/ORNAMENTS+1-+0926.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>For about 15 years, it has been part of my holiday tradition to have quilted hearts. I have a bunch for fall, and another bunch for winter. I put them in bowls, tuck them into nooks and crannies, and at Christmas, hang them on my tree. The heart is so symbolic ~ it speaks of love, comfort, home. And every year when I take my Christmas decorations down, I have this kind of sad feeling, because now my house will not be dressed up any more, and it will be grey and blah. I have been wanting to make winter hearts for years, but the lack of a sewing machine kept me from doing it. To take an hour to do something I could do in 5 minutes on a sewing machine just put me off. This year I didn't care. I have been making oodles of Winter hearts ... to celebrate Winter ... blue and white, white on white, different sizes. And this year when I take my Christmas decorations down I will have Winter hearts to put around. In fact, I'm going to leave my tree up and put Winter hearts on our Winter Tree ! I've included some pictures of my Christmas hearts and my Winter hearts for those who want to see them.</div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-66766006269094661392010-10-20T04:37:00.000-07:002010-10-20T04:41:59.274-07:00Glorious Fall<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotcqysBBG6kNjOcTE-24v6jpNfj9kwg-pXsXd_tudh4k6RvKYrVxiQ9GFO0Vb077oAjguR9AmFBDgThlcKvlLhd-2ZHYS0kgevNAtbVSkr-ZdjW62FRzMNjTWIsFEISjw6WM7nLDWw9E5/s1600/Glorious+Fall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530092142201582690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotcqysBBG6kNjOcTE-24v6jpNfj9kwg-pXsXd_tudh4k6RvKYrVxiQ9GFO0Vb077oAjguR9AmFBDgThlcKvlLhd-2ZHYS0kgevNAtbVSkr-ZdjW62FRzMNjTWIsFEISjw6WM7nLDWw9E5/s320/Glorious+Fall.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I welcome the Fall with a heart full of gladness. It's my favorite time of the year, perhaps because I was born in early November. (And I am a double Scorpio, if that has anything to do with it.) When the Fall comes, my energy gets stronger, colors seem more intense, I have creative bursts. But I have to be a bit careful or I burn out quickly. One thing I love about the Fall is the transformation of the landscape from Summer to Autumn and all the changes in the trees and grasses. I love the many hues of yellow, red, orange and purple (yes purple) that slowly appear, until the world is ablaze in color. That is the inspiration for my latest colored pencil drawing, "Glorious Fall." I hope you like it.</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-36926879111166690482010-10-02T05:36:00.000-07:002010-10-02T05:39:13.458-07:00My Precious Bunny<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_EAm0mgdPl58U_-ugAaWSxSfOccskibBd1XYjlWNrAKL7YYO9af1-TaJVBpCVBZE0ElTcp8wkUb6jwlJ7kcazb1CoVAyvdPaM_ukKUi8WfNV6TnNp5GU6QGSkrRNjjgW3fgLrCqvRIV6m/s1600/Bunny3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523427191547813218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_EAm0mgdPl58U_-ugAaWSxSfOccskibBd1XYjlWNrAKL7YYO9af1-TaJVBpCVBZE0ElTcp8wkUb6jwlJ7kcazb1CoVAyvdPaM_ukKUi8WfNV6TnNp5GU6QGSkrRNjjgW3fgLrCqvRIV6m/s320/Bunny3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I belong to a group on Etsy called the ACEO Group (for definition of ACEO, see earlier article). Every month there is a challenge put out by a member, sometimes there are several challenges issued. There is no deadline on when a person can submit an image, so, for example, someone may submit in October a challenge that was given in August. One recent challenge tugged at my heartstrings. It was "Favorite Toy." When I was a little girl I had a small bunny. It was just flat, stuffed a bit, but not three-dimensional the way bunnies are today. And I adored it. I carried it with me everywhere. I have a vivid memory of my mother bringing my bunny to me in the hospital, and how, once I had it, I felt safer, and better too. This ACEO is an homage to my bunny. It is a collage made up of rice paper, fabric, stampings and newspaper. I hope you like my humble little bunny.</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-82651187512958120812010-09-20T05:38:00.000-07:002010-09-20T05:39:55.041-07:00Primal Echo ~ Coming Home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAwAiQpVisD4SA8EKDLzeRtXWKAmV651RC5eOwGbpPEW48lTz6Evx-mPwV4LWoCRu57rs4nEKJvFFX6GbmosEbn1GL86ca_Mw659PRIuLu0j42YcicvEIexTsQOF2Wr64Gu86_HbCTaaKp/s1600/ANCIENT+ECHO+-+0812.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518974488894481122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAwAiQpVisD4SA8EKDLzeRtXWKAmV651RC5eOwGbpPEW48lTz6Evx-mPwV4LWoCRu57rs4nEKJvFFX6GbmosEbn1GL86ca_Mw659PRIuLu0j42YcicvEIexTsQOF2Wr64Gu86_HbCTaaKp/s320/ANCIENT+ECHO+-+0812.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />My heart and spirit always seem to be leaning in the direction of ancient echoes, calling from the past, and primal echoes, that whisper in my heart. This focus on bringing the past to the present and the inner to the outer has been with me since my first painting as a teenager. I work, sometimes struggle, to make the unseen visible. I do this, both through my visual art and my jewelry. And if I breathe into the depths from where these echoes emanate, it helps lesson the very real physical pain of my Fibromyalgia. I have always believed in the transformational power of art, in whatever form.<br /><br />This necklace, "Primal Echo," came into being first through the spiral pendant. Spirals are universal symbols of transformation and the dance of life, and have always featured prevalently in my art and jewelry. The faceted Rhodonite and the Apache Sage Jasper seemed to go perfectly with the faux brass spiral pendant. The faceted Taureg (African) Silver beads, which I love, pick up the colors in the pendant and, again, seem to speak from the past. This little bit of a song from my repertoire seems to sum what I am saying up:<br />Listen in the Cave of your Heart,<br />the Silence echoes your name.<br />Do you answer the call<br />to come Home again. </div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-69764896019743613432010-09-09T05:00:00.000-07:002010-09-09T05:12:52.172-07:00Up and Away ~ Transformations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil07biGaFhzrzdzq4YhfAVBiHXZ84o59j8Y2V8XWFvLLuENSHxOXZ5WkUEC1xUPOpCjMH5hZEXJcJ3TVphukgt0vz4DMn7yipE9XpR9araF0VRk78117kfXYy93PqLROil3jux0cntrH4Z/s1600/Up+and+Away+Hot+Air+Balloon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514885578303638386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil07biGaFhzrzdzq4YhfAVBiHXZ84o59j8Y2V8XWFvLLuENSHxOXZ5WkUEC1xUPOpCjMH5hZEXJcJ3TVphukgt0vz4DMn7yipE9XpR9araF0VRk78117kfXYy93PqLROil3jux0cntrH4Z/s320/Up+and+Away+Hot+Air+Balloon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I have been undergoing a transformation recently, as I move away from making jewelry to making visual art again. When I moved from New Mexico to Massachusetts, my studio was smaller; I opened an Etsy shop, and it made more sense to focus on my jewelry. But my heart has always been with visual art, with what can be explored, shown, transformed. Additionally, though many people seem to like, even love my jewelry, I'm not selling. I can't, because of my health, do art fairs or belong to cooperatives, which were the major sources of selling my jewelry in the past. And I'm just not making the sales in my Etsy shop. On the other hand, the moment I listed my small drawings, they were snatched up.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Don't get me wrong. I have never made visual art with the primary intention of selling. For me it has always been a voyage of discovery and personal transformation. But it sure doesn't hurt when someone likes my art enough to buy it. This new direction means a re-do of my studio area, putting my jewelry making supplies, which are all over the place at the moment, away and re-establishing my area as more of an art making center.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So far I've been working in the small format ACEO (Art Cards Editions and Originals), which is 3.5 " x 2.5 ". It's been a great way for me to stick my toe in the water again. And because the format is small, it doesn't take quite so long to build up all those transparent layers I love to build with my colored pencils. My most recent, "Up and Away," was done as a "challenge" for one of the art forums I belong to online. To me, it's also a metaphor ~ what will I recover and discover as I take up my art journey once again?</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-68834982329612958452010-08-30T06:53:00.000-07:002010-08-30T07:01:55.943-07:00A Wonderful Team of Artists<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwM7Ia60jZ5IQsLOws2MTLh79Xta5PeYkp5uf0BABU8pLPf3MIoz7LHjxYDqZdfRc0CTpP74sDA9om6m_GEXZKr_1gVTV9NWjpgxpJVYji3v0Ja_Xgu7e-HKybZRDfeJuVQBUQ_SY88EGj/s1600/Maureen's+collage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511202597399152418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwM7Ia60jZ5IQsLOws2MTLh79Xta5PeYkp5uf0BABU8pLPf3MIoz7LHjxYDqZdfRc0CTpP74sDA9om6m_GEXZKr_1gVTV9NWjpgxpJVYji3v0Ja_Xgu7e-HKybZRDfeJuVQBUQ_SY88EGj/s320/Maureen's+collage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />The Melange group is a mixed media team of artists who sell on Etsy. It's a small, but very close knit group of members who share art, tips and techniques, products, concerns and anything else that has to do with making and promoting members' art. Please visit the team shop on Etsy and check out Favorite Sellers to see a list of all of team members' shops.<br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/melangeteametsy">http://www.etsy.com/people/melangeteametsy</a><br /><br />Every month, Indira, a member of the group makes a wonderful video, including music, that shows pictures of Melange members art. Here is a link to the most recent video:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/igovindan#p/a/u/0/dgTIoBZYbvg">http://www.youtube.com/user/igovindan#p/a/u/0/dgTIoBZYbvg</a><br /><br />I hope you like it and will use the first link to learn about the Melange artists. </div><div> </div><div>Please note: the mixed media collage above is by member Maureen Tillman.</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495881832612687773.post-51770652480462302432010-08-22T07:08:00.000-07:002010-08-22T07:12:59.775-07:00Amy ~ A Free Spirit ~ The Joy of Belly Dancing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd7a7n_kJEx5WE5vVrirMvadYU8oIiwDfEaweQ09i2hYI6s3f9Z4bZcBTNluRNX2q6mHTCdH1MBKCqJOkPjiv7vmGewXbrJL0WUAWpWaH-UmjZVsDulJMaRmz-NOBsjrRRyBxE4_wuKUSY/s1600/veil2%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508236827029973474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd7a7n_kJEx5WE5vVrirMvadYU8oIiwDfEaweQ09i2hYI6s3f9Z4bZcBTNluRNX2q6mHTCdH1MBKCqJOkPjiv7vmGewXbrJL0WUAWpWaH-UmjZVsDulJMaRmz-NOBsjrRRyBxE4_wuKUSY/s320/veil2%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My daughter Amy has many talents. She is an incredible jewelry maker (insert Flickr link), she works a day job with a green architectural firm, and most recently she has taken up belly dancing. She likens the feeling she gets with the feeling she had as a little girl spinning around in her twirly skirts. But like many of us, as Amy grew up, she was very conscious of the way she looked. As an antidote, she says: "In many ways I was fearless - I expressed myself through my clothing and makeup in ways that made my parents cringe - not because I was wearing something too short or too low-cut, but because I wore things that they knew would get me teased at best and potentially picked on and beat up at worst." (Note: she looked a lot like Cyndi Lauper.)<br /><br />That phase being past, Amy went on living her many faceted life and grew to a beautiful young woman who could put a look together in a way that I have always envied. Then she discovered belly dancing. Says Amy, " Belly dancing from the very beginning freed something deep within me. At moments, while watching myself in the studio mirror, I lost that judgment of myself...and saw something deeper in my reflection: my body as a vessel for my being (soul, consciousness...) and an outlet of expression of self-love, beauty (within and without), joy and grace."<br /><br />Being too self-conscious as a young woman to dance in front of anyone, because of the freedom belly dancing gave her, recently, at a wedding she danced "without fear," I danced without thought of how people thought I looked, whether I was being perceived as "fat" or "attractive" or "stupid looking. I danced without fear. It was wonderful. Plus I get to play dress up!"</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16928208859442507010noreply@blogger.com7