trying though

Occasionally I don't actually do art some days in November. Even so, I am almost always creative every day. Sometimes that involves thought and much creative problem solving.


At times, too, I get bored as I mentioned here. Then I tread on the wild side.
A journal page on which I had applied black gesso then stuck a magazine page between two before they were dry enough. Consequently I've got quite a lot of magazine page showing. That's all right. I like it. It's talking about "oot camp". I definitely saw the young lady and chose the page to use conte crayons on. It was tricky doing the eyes on the glossy part so didn't quite turn out as it could have but for a journal page - I was pleased.


I also completed this canvas, which had been nearly complete for quite some time. I needed to paint the face better as first it was done very roughly. I think this painted face was the first I did in somewhat proper colours on a canvas. She's looking a bit pale here but that's how copied images sometimes turn out.

These two journal pages were mostly done in September - the right one particularly. The left was started at the same time with words and the face just drawn with ink. I painted her face today. I'm not positive this page is totally complete, I think probably. I might add a bird sometime.

I've also been doing some bits of creative sewing this month. This is one of the pieces on which I was practicing free motion stitching. 
"just be"

I hope fun has been a part of your art everyday month.
Angels be with you dear friends.

American Thanksgiving

sometimes my dance with autumn

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I look up



see the path
which seems to beckon


I hesitate
one moment
only




then

a couple of skips

as the dance
continues




flowing



dramatic




encompassed
in grandeur

 

suddenly 

 

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sometimes my dance with autumn

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yellow beginnings

art journal pages
hiding
in a journal 

waiting 

for inspiration
to arrive

some 
near complete 

others
merely yellow 


now
arrived

a fabulous learning opportunity

A few weeks ago I left my typical "angels be with you" closing at KC's posting together with other words, hopefully of encouragement.



Shortly after, I received an invite from KC to assist in spreading the word about some very special upcoming events for 2011.

My friend KC Willis says "You see...I have a vision....
To create a Movement that encourages Christian artists to make art that glorifies the Lord, but prove that Christian art can be sophisticated, smart, and collectible by the art community in general."



All of the art here is my own. The first two are from a number of years ago. They are my own meager offerings as to the very fabulous art which KC shares. Besides KC's fabulous vision she has some very well known artists participating in this learning experience. An experience which I am certain you would absolutely basque in the glory of. Jenny Doh, Sarah Fishburn, Rebecca Ersfeld, and Paulette Insall will all be speaking and/or teaching at one or the other of these workshops.



I sincerely hope you will take this opportunity to have a peek at KC's Colorado Collage Conference and Inspiration Congregation. I am quite certain you do not want to miss the opportunity to be a part of them.

Angels be with you dear friends. 

sometimes my dance with autumn

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sometimes
my dance with autumn ~

 

they are beautiful
I recognize



yet the world


 
seems askew




I dance on
wondering
what will come next

in this dance 

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sometimes my dance with autumn

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sometimes

my dance with autumn

is about laying down

a bed of dry grass

beneath me

I look up

while the drying flower

weeds

are that goldeny hue

the sadness pervades

the seed heads

meaning

lost to me

in that moment

yet the brilliant blue

the sky

saves me again

brings to me peace

this day

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sometimes my dance with autumn

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autumn

that dance

sometimes
a lot like grieving
a recognition
the sadness
approaching
the death
of so much
but in
denial

the beauty
lingers

near

everywhere



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sometimes my dance with autumn

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sometimes my dance with autumn  

is as 

a grand entrance

 

a quick step

filled with joy
 

colours cascading

falling around me

flowing in grandeur

excitedly

a polka

free form

all about

I pause  

exhausted

wait
alone
fading
watching
until the next

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sometimes my dance with autumn

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sometimes my dance with autumn is about dancing 

with the excitement 

of blazing orange fading off  into gentler

muted tones

with a wispy dress

floating around me 

trying to carry me up

into the vast

beyond

I feel the need

to linger

to dance without thought
then meander

slowly

gently

into that glorious

pathway

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sometimes

a feather is more than just a feather
sometimes a new found friend
is more than just a freind

 a few months ago I was
without
Debbie Smith Kaich Jones
in my life

 when we both happened to pause
at the comment of Jenny Doh
an inquiry
about art saves

ever since then
I have been blessed
with Debbie's presence

no
she is not always an angel
neither am I

her words
her images
touch me
though
in a place
few touch me

I learned Debbie would be in the April/May/June issue of Somerset Life. As soon as I picked the edition up in the bookstore ~ I felt a shiver. I felt a calm. I felt a knowing. I had to calm my breath. I needed to take it all in.

Yes, I have been blessed with Debbie's presence. I have been very inspired. My own feather collection, at least part of ~


And a couple of images from my very own copy of Somerset Life ~ my tiny little part of Debbie which I can touch with my own hands ~
Today Debbie is being recognized for her wonderful blog in Artful Blogging. Some friends and I have chosen to honour Debbie for all of her accomplishments and to bring her to the world's attention for her fabulosity. Dear freinds I introduce to you Debbie Smith Kaich Jones.