This entry shows art two art pieces with a purpose. Rise, fall if I must. Stand to meet the challenge. What’s the challenge? I’ve got to get a hold of my stinking thinking. I have to change my outlook one single color at a time if necessary. While writing I…
Month: April 2016
Butterfly Embellishments
Ohhhh I’ve been having fun. I have dried leaves that I use in different art projects. The other day I decided to try to cut a butterfly out of the dried leave. It worked!! Then I began cutting butterflies out of what I like to call, art gone wrong. It’s…
Storewide Thank You Discount
20% off Discount Code ELEVENTHHOUR1 I’d like to express my thanks further by offering the very first ever storewide discount. In all my years of public and private sales I have given 3 discount coupons to individuals. This is the first public discount at 20% off store wide. Share on…
The Eleventh Hour
I tried in a very nonchalant way to direct all payments of art to my PayPal account because I was losing my Etsy shop. It was going to be suspended on the 21st because I wasn’t able to pay them $8 in fees to keep that shop open. In one…
Art Progress on “Twelve”
Progress on this piece is coming along nicely. The original remains untouched. A copy in my sketchbook was to be a study for a painting in oil but I don’t think I’m going to do that. I like the two pieces and will not do another. What started out as black and…
Strawberry Kisses. Painting with Food
After lightly spraying the surface of the paper, I laid on top two bags of Sweet and Spicy Tea. I then added blackberries and blueberries so that they could leave their mark on the surface. I allowed it to dry then added white watercolor paint to the surface. Small details…
The Master of My Ghosts
There’s an old, half blind dog lying on the porch. That old dog is me. . His daytime howl is common, almost a fixture in his home. He growls at shadows and charges falling, dry leaves as though they were a personal attack on himself and the dilapidated house he…
Sour Wine
Sour Wine is what they drank, now the people go their separate way home. This one hurries to the right, others gather flowers to hold for the long walk. One woman crosses the boundary between what she knows and what she was told. A new experience, A free expression of…