Thursday, April 23, 2009

ArtFire


I found a new place to open a shop. No fees if you use the basic account. Im not sure it will come to much and Ive only added one thing for now but we'll see. Nothing ventured...nothing gained!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Gourds

I used to be totally consummed with working on gourds. Woodburning was such a passion. It's been ages and looking at that peice I wonder why I quit.

A real quartz crystal is inbedded in the shell of the gourd

Monday, April 13, 2009

Puppies

Bassets on a double feather

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Portraits

Jules. The youngest 70ish man I've ever met. Full of the devil and he cheats at cards. Though according to him its not cheating if he doesn't tell you all the rules of the game until after you're ahead on points. When you accuse of being full of something that starts with the same letter as Something he says "Sly?"




This is a portraint I did of him recently. He maintains he's slightly more handsome.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Just Ducky






These things really do seem to have a mind of their own. What started...in my head at least..to be a griffin took a definate turn towards ducky.




Hmmm...Ducky...yeah..that'll work.



Which makes me think about the platypus. A mammal who lays eggs and looks as strange as its name conveys. I'm convinced that the existence of the platypus proves Diety or some sort. In my heathen heart Goddess has a sense of humor. She likes to play. Maybe even her stuff doesnt turn out every time as she planned but she said "Well. I think I'll leave it as it wants to be."
Or maybe she planned it just exactly that way so some of us would notice she likes to play.

Meet Mattie

Mathilda the Hun. Mistress of Zoom, Reprobate, Mattie May and Mattie may not.

The things we do for love


I blame (or credit) my husband. I've always said paint hates me and until I found feather painting that was true. Now Id love to be able to paint wonderful wildlife scenes and I can...with some struggle but its tractors that often find their way on the canvas.
Lee built a pulling tractor out of a hunk of junk he dragged out of a fence row. Looked impossible to me. Years later I can tell an Oliver 88 from a 77 or a John Deere (pictured above) G from an A at a distance.
They say paint what you know..so I do. I know a love for old rusty broken down tractors and the men who fix them.