"God's art [Creation] speaks of Himself, reflecting who He is and what He is like."
Francis Chan

Tuesday, January 31, 2012


     I have gotten pleasantly side tracked lately.  I have found myself searching out old, beautiful vintage photos, especially those of the very feminine kind, with women and children.  It  all started while I was reading a blog that I follow called A Holy Experience written by Ann Voskamp, author of A Thousand Gifts.  Early in January she challenged her readers to A Joy Dare , which  basically gives readers a list of three things to search out daily and record (either by word or photograph) that they are thankful for.  The three daily things are challenging and require you to think.  It was on the day that it asked me to think of "one gift old, one new, one blue" that I am thankful for, that I remembered a beautiful blue cameo broach that had been given to me by my mother in law many years ago.  It was similar to one that my own mother had.  For both of those reasons, it is very special to me.
         I love how beautiful cameos are - so feminine and classic.  This is what got me in a vintage frame of mind - which lead to searching the Internet for vintage photos that resembled that "cameo" look.

    Of course, it didn't take long before I took that idea to my sketch pad, and then eventually to canvas in a series of head studies that lean towards that vintage style.  With this first head study, I wanted to really try and capture that vintage feel, along with the soft femininity.
    In the next few weeks I will sprinkle a few more similar head studies into my posts - some with a bit more modern edge to them.  Until then...

Saturday, January 21, 2012

His Mercies are New Every Morning

       It seems like right around January every year I am suddenly in the mood to paint spring flowers.  Even this year, when Iowa weather has been amazingly mild until recently, I am longing to be digging in the dirt and smelling the lilacs. 
           I finished this painting up yesterday, in the midst of one of our first snow storms of the year. Now if I would have been driving yesterday in the snow my thoughts would have been somewhere along the lines of "Why do we even choose to live in Iowa?"  But since I was tucked away warm in my home, I could look out the window and think how beautiful the falling snow looked.  Give me another month of this weather and I will need to focus on this painting and remember that winter doesn't last forever - spring will come.
          As 2011 was coming to an end and 2012 appeared I was just starting this painting and I was glad to see 2011 go and was looking forward to a new year.  Last year was not a great year for my family and I  - we dealt with a lot of sadness and one trial after another.  When January first rolled around, I was sitting at my dining room table for my morning time of prayer and Bible reading and I suddenly thought of a verse from the Old Testament:

                "Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." (Lamentations 3:22-23)

        I love how we can always turn to God's word and find hope!  It was this scripture that was on my mind as I painted these flowers.   Winters may be long, nights may be long - but spring comes, morning comes and with it, hope of God's mercy, there for us.  


Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Creative Process

   This is something a little out of the ordinary for me, but I have to take a proud momma moment and show you all my son, Zach's video that he just recently posted to his facebook page.  I love it because it is such a great chance to see the creative process in action.  Zach usually works in acrylics and he has a completely different art style than I do - very loose, bold strokes.  I love his brushwork.  I hope to someday learn to be a little more loose with my paintings as he is (talk about a twist of irony - the parent hoping to be a little more like the kid! Ha!)
  Hope you all enjoy.


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