"Hope is a gift only we can give each other." ~ Elie Wiesel
This was a demo painting I started a while ago. I almost always begin with a richly colored background and loose shapes. I don't focus on any details yet. I do anticipate many changes and adjustments to come....changes that will teach me something along the way.
If a painting is going really well, I try not to stop or stay safe because then, I'm not growing or stretching myself. If a painting is going badly, I know there will be a breakthrough around the corner if I keep at it. Art can't be made out of over-attachment or the fear of losing something too precious. The painting practice is about letting go, again and again.
"Hope is faith, holding out its hand in the dark." ~ George Isles
Mixed-media supplies used: watercolor, gouache, paint pens, feathers, sequins, mylar film, & stitch (sewing machine).
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On a very sad note: our pet, Thistle, passed away two days ago. I've been meditating on the poem below all week. I can still feel her tugging on my shirt, wanting to be picked up. Yes, I feel you little girl. And I will always love you...
"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die."
~ Mary E. Frye
On a very sad note: our pet, Thistle, passed away two days ago. I've been meditating on the poem below all week. I can still feel her tugging on my shirt, wanting to be picked up. Yes, I feel you little girl. And I will always love you...
"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die."
~ Mary E. Frye
3 comments:
I am so sorry about your pet. We love them so much and always loved the poem you wrote here and your big pink moon is yummy!
Thank you Janet. I really appreciate it.
First of all, I'm sorry to hear your sad news and sending you a hug. Secondly, the painting is absolutely gorgeous and I find your words so inpsiring about the painting process. I love how the image turned out, it's magical!
Jess x x
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