It seems to me we have definite connections to colors, hues, textures and shapes. This is one of the reasons I change my templates and widgets so often on this site. Normally I can be satisfied with one look for a number of days, whereas other days I switch them up two to six times. It all depends on my mood. Moods are contrary to our basic personalities and whenever you are having an ill-tempered or happy day, try changing the colors around you. Rearrange the items in your home or on your work station. Sometimes it is as easy as choosing a different display for your desktop.
Change is always happening around us. It’s up to us to take control of our immediate area. Wearing certain colors during the phases of the moon have long been known to enhance our feelings. In fact, I once had one of those yearly horoscopes books, that explained the logic of the moon’s contributions while moving through each sign of the zodiac. It maintained that certain colors correlated to that particular sign’s traits. After experimenting a number of times, I found when I took their advice it worked. I plan on searching both bookstores and drugstores, to see if it’s still being published. They seemed to be most popular at end of summer, just prior to the new school year. If I find it I’ll be sure to report back. Recall that the moon controls the tides and we are 98% water. It wouldn’t take much to influence us, too.
As an artist looking at this photograph, I see these paints and something within me (somewhere in the region of my solar plexus, located behind the stomach, or gut), a yearning, if you will, that makes me want to handle them, smell the pungent oils and mineral spirits. It urges me to grab a rag or brush and blend. Why is that … I wonder? My husband experiences similar feelings when he sees studio equipment and Formula 1 races. Come to think on it, I also get this irresistible feeling for kitchen equipment, ingredients, and blank paper. Funny this!
“I felt myself melting into my dream …”
I felt myself melting
Entering this dream
Dissolving downward down
Swallowed up into
The place I had been going
For three nights now
The dream … repeating over and again
Of those times long ago when I was yours
And you were mine
Time dissolved into frenzied
Twisted sheets and FM radio waves
Made popular by late night disc-jockeys
Exhaled smoke drifted around us
Empty wine glasses
Lay strewn about like
The lifeless clothes
Dreams take place
In dimensional space
Where we relive those moments
We believed would last
For all time
But fate played her hand
We were meant to be together
Only until we moved on
But for three days we visit
This quiet place where
We share private yearnings
Glad to touch visceral reflection
Tucked away under lock and key
Stored away in our minds
Until next we meet
I felt myself melting into my dream
Sinking downward quickly
Entering this mystical place
Where time stands still
No time has passed at all
Theresa H Hall
self portrait July 26, 2012
A few months back, I purchased this original oil painting by Morris Katz, on Ebay. it cost me $38.00 and when it arrived, it was covered with over thirty years of dirt and grime. I saw a diamond in the rough within the online photograph and ascertained a bit of elbow grease might uncover a gem. I used gentle cleaning techniques and before long it was fully restored. I read up on Morris Katz and found that he painted with a palette knife and paper towels. He is also a two-time holder, in the Guinness World Book Of Records, as the world’s fastest painter. Pretty cool!
To learn more about this artist please click on Morris Katz.
Good morning to one and all. I have decided it is time to complete organizing and the unpacking because my new art tilt-top table is beckoning me to get out my pencils, pens, markers and sturdy watercolor paper and create some new work. I have also been sketching with charcoal in my mind’s eye, and itching to learn how to become a good potter. I found classes nearby our new artsy city and want to encourage Joe to take at least one class with me. I believe his capable hands would work wonders with the clay. I have always felt the sculptures hidden within my artist’s heart and someday I will do more of that. I did make a clay cat in 1988, based on a stone cat I purchased from Garfinckel’s (a posh and out-of-business store). I’ll show you some snaps I took in April, when I saw it at my sister’s new place.
Note: This is my first and only attempt at this type of art. There’s a lot of rough spots.
Working on this painting today. Still have to cover the underpainting and add some final touches.
Joe hung up the two painting I did this weekend. The smaller painting is a recent eBay purchase (a great find total was less than $19.00!) painted in 1971 by Badders. It moves me.
A New painting I did last night while watching and listening to PBS Masterpiece Theatre. Downton Abbey was on and it’s almost the end of the second season. It’s marvelous … I cannot seem to get enough. I watched it twice (as they air it two times [Sunday at 9PM and midnight Monday]), and since I record the series, I’ll watch it again (or listen), while I write. The writer and director keep me on tenterhooks or the edge of my seat. The styling, costumes, era, scenery, and behind-the-scenes look is exactly what I love about it. The character development is outstanding! Growing romances, schooled features, restraint in polite society … they did things ever so much slower in those days … only adds to the allure.
If you have not seen this brilliant portrayal of early twentieth century history then I highly recommend you buying both Seasons I & II. They can be purchased through the PBS stations and at the same time, you are making a donation to help keep these great venues available for generations to come. It’s what I’m planning to do so I can have this series in my home collection.
Here is the link for Downton Abbey.
She’s back! Messy Teesa strikes again and she in hot water. Well perhaps that is part of the story. Her brushes, pallet knives and sponge brushes are in hot soapy water. She let them dry. Says she forgot she wasn’t working with oils (which take a long time to dry) and there you have it. Another mess from this messy child. What am I to do with her? I cannot decide which way is up so here are a few angles. You decide.
Joe and the guys are headed for Howard University for their photo shoot and perhaps an interview, not certain. I’m not awake … I’m on remote control. Jumped up (well after the third snooze press) dealt with the brushes, cleaned the kitty bowls, fresh water, made coffee, breakfast and showered in two minutes. Got the sleepy husband out the door and on his way, but not before I did the check list … “You have this and that” routine.
There is a bit of snow on the ground but Continue reading
Singing in my head …
“I’ve Got A Thing For You”
Photo #20 of Fantasy Cabin
Taken by: Carafitti
Much like playing Sudoku, doodling gives me a chance to let my thoughts roam and my mind to clear. Artwork is therapeutic and helps me relax. done on paper with colored felt pens and one blue pen.
If you look back into my archives, last August 2009
, is when I began this creation. I was so taken with the photograph on the cover of the Sunday Parade newspaper insert, that I was compelled to draw, color and paint Barbra’s portrait. She’s always bringing us her talent and I wanted to spend quality time with her, other than listening to her sing.
She was on Oprah’s show about ten days ago and the cover of her new album is the same photograph that I have been working on. Hope you enjoy it. Cannot wait to see it finished, which should be within a week. Going to add some more small detailing for balance. Then a spray to protect it and get it framed under glass.
Here is the link to the artwork I did for The Johnny Cash Project. Once it loads you can view the drawing process. Then …
To see the entire video with his song click the word explore. This is such an new idea and I was fulfilled by the experience and proud to be a part of it.
I used this oil paint today that you can clean up with water. It works! I was just fooling around and did a little finger painting. Tonight I get two hours of Hells Kitchen!
This is the heralding for our upcoming long Fourth of July Weekend. In the old days they would sing “I’m A Yankee Doodle Dandy …” and I would get a kick out of watching the black and white movies, to see the marching bands.
I like the word doodle, too. D-o-o-d-l-e it is such a neat word. Well here is a little doodle for you and best wishes for a safe and fun time this Independence Day!
This is a watercolour and acrylic painting that I have been working on for some time. I still have detail work on the kitten and a few other little tweaks.
There’s nothing I enjoy writing with more than a number 2 pencil that has had its end sharpened to a finely chiseled point. I sometimes roll this instrument in a circular direction, first to the right, reverse, and then to the left. When it feels just right, I apply fingers adeptly, assume a writing pose and move my pencil down, until it touches the paper.
As soon as I move the end across the page, leaving newly created strokes, I take in the slight aroma of lead at work. After a few sentences, it is time to roll the end of the tip around to locate a sharpened point. Whenever I do not find one, I stand, walk over to my electric sharpener, and once I have inserted the pencil inside, I listen to the sounds of the machine honing a new edge. I smile inwardly for it gives me reason to continue writing, doodling or sketching.
Pencils are one of life’s little pleasures. One I wouldn’t want to be without. The extra allure is their eraser positioned on the opposite tip. Endless possibilities!