White Christmas

After taking a test it turns out the Christmas song that best suits my personally would be ‘I’m dreaming of a White Christmas’. There is a sadness to this song. It was written in 1942 when eighteen days prior Pearl Harbor was bombed. The service men and women begged for the song to be sang as Bing Crosby entertained the troops overseas. His thoughts were not to perform the song as it could cause a sadness and longing for home among the troops. The composer, Irving Berlin didn’t celebrate Christmas as he was of the Jewish faith. Each Christmas Day he would visit his son’s grave who died on Christmas Day at three weeks old. I mention these snippets of history as I also have bittersweet memories as I prepare for the holidays. Am I silly to put up decorations and wander into the past? As I progress in years I do travel in memories with a slower pace, savoring memories which are more defined and take on new meanings with each year. Each memory has a way of completing the task of the ‘getting ready’ part of Christmas.

The Fortune Teller

154259657232015425964129111542596241826Her green thick hair tumbled down as she holds the hand of her first patron to-night. The patron is seeking to void out her own emptiness … The same emptyness that drew the veiled woman to the camp of the gypsies.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          *** colored pencil and acrylic paint on water-color paper

A House With Four Rooms

‘There is an Indian proverb that says that everyone is a house with four rooms, a physical, a mental, an emotional and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time but unless we go into every room every day, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person.’

– Rumer Godden       *** recommended reading

Working with self portraits is an interesting study. One has to be brave, especially if one doesn’t like to be photographed. The process turns into a self-examination both mentally and physically. I used various parts of the assignment to express my love of Autumn through a collage of magazine cuttings and a family photo of my grandmother standing on a horse’s back. The paintings are done with acrylic paint.

Colored Pencils

1542121872978Colored pencils are a medium I enjoy. Compared to other mediums I would choose this form first. I keep my colored pencils in a child’s small shoe box. When I open the box the first thing that happens is a beautiful smell takes over my nose – fresh chopped wood and some sort of mystical, light oil from the forest. The pencils make a musical sound as I shuffle through the batch to find that perfect color. To work with colored pencils can be a challenge, as say compared to paint, and certain papers work better than others. For all the negatives in this art form, I would have to say the positive results are worth the effort.