Today's paint
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Monday, September 25, 2017
A couple years ago, I made a bucket list challenge to paint or draw a face a day for a year.
I lasted three months, but got in some good practice! I thought I would share a little variety of my faces. Some are copies, some from photos, and some imaginary people in my head.
Hi everyone!
I'm back!
Thought I would put a few photos in here from several years ago when I was learned to watercolor.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Up-cycled Crystal Chandelier
I went shopping for a beautiful light, but the one I wanted was 600$, so I decided I could make one!
This one is made of:
Old copper from a telephone line found in the little woods behind our house, coat hangers, necklaces, crystal wine glasses, salt shaker, earrings, mosaic glass, beads from Israel, ribbons, Christmas tree ornaments, and an old ladies scarf. All recycled stuff, and I love adding to it when I find more goodies!
I went shopping for a beautiful light, but the one I wanted was 600$, so I decided I could make one!
This one is made of:
Old copper from a telephone line found in the little woods behind our house, coat hangers, necklaces, crystal wine glasses, salt shaker, earrings, mosaic glass, beads from Israel, ribbons, Christmas tree ornaments, and an old ladies scarf. All recycled stuff, and I love adding to it when I find more goodies!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Metal Grates
When you walk in a big city,
what is it that you fear?
Is it the dreaded hoodlums?
I’ll confess my fear right here.
As I walk, through our own streets
I spot a metal grate,
I sidestep quite un-gracefully,
don’t want to tempt my fate.
Not the roundish ones that guard
the roots of sidewalk trees.
If you fell in one of these
you’d stop right at your knees.
The ones I fear are treacherous
guarding the big black deep.
We walk above, oblivious to,
the secrets that they keep.
Especially the one that fronts
Brews Brothers coffee shop.
It is so bent and twisted up
my heart jumps and I stop.
I have to go around this one,
I’m chicken it is true
But someday, unexpectedly,
Some lady will fall through.
Her heart will leap, and with a gasp
computer bag go flying,
torn fingernails grasp for the grate
there’s really no use trying.
And with a thud she finds herself
in a dark and goopy place,
with twisted knee and broken heel,
something smudged across her face.
She’ll try to sit, with aching knee
and torn up business pants.
But what is that, that awkward smell...
I can not take that chance.
So there you have it, I confess,
my fear is on the table.
I’ll keep side skirting the grates
as much as I am able.
what is it that you fear?
Is it the dreaded hoodlums?
I’ll confess my fear right here.
As I walk, through our own streets
I spot a metal grate,
I sidestep quite un-gracefully,
don’t want to tempt my fate.
Not the roundish ones that guard
the roots of sidewalk trees.
If you fell in one of these
you’d stop right at your knees.
The ones I fear are treacherous
guarding the big black deep.
We walk above, oblivious to,
the secrets that they keep.
Especially the one that fronts
Brews Brothers coffee shop.
It is so bent and twisted up
my heart jumps and I stop.
I have to go around this one,
I’m chicken it is true
But someday, unexpectedly,
Some lady will fall through.
Her heart will leap, and with a gasp
computer bag go flying,
torn fingernails grasp for the grate
there’s really no use trying.
And with a thud she finds herself
in a dark and goopy place,
with twisted knee and broken heel,
something smudged across her face.
She’ll try to sit, with aching knee
and torn up business pants.
But what is that, that awkward smell...
I can not take that chance.
So there you have it, I confess,
my fear is on the table.
I’ll keep side skirting the grates
as much as I am able.
Friday, March 2, 2012
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