I feel an odd determination to continue finding fun little rhymes for “art,” but am aware of the fact that this train of destiny is coming to a halt when it comes down to using the letter “f.” Sorry – not going to do it. But you can think about it and laugh if you’d like.
So, the latest in my tiny art world:
By October 1, pumpkins begin to push and bully their way onto the paper. Who can help it? But make sure you understand that a loose watercolor pumpkin is still a morally upright plant.
Blueberries are falling into a container. By the looks of it, there will be some falling onto the floor as well. And, if the truth be known, onto the back of the next painting.
If you were offered a cup of hot something on a cold day, what would your preference be? Tea for me, please! Or if I’m feeling luxurious and extravagant, some hot chocolate with mini marshmallows.
Look! It’s a curious bluebird! Something has caught his eye – wish I knew what it was.
This cup of hot blog post will be too cold to drink in the morning.
I did some cruising around on Pinterest for ideas and discovered that there are a lot of tiny art aficionados out there. I copied from them freely. As always, the words are mine. Well, not literally mine. You know what I mean.
I felt strongly that I needed to move past the fruit fly era of my artistic life.
I’ll probably – it’s very likely in fact – there’s a strong possibility – you know what I mean (in the morning)
I bought a book for making tiny art in recently. Some people gravitate toward large canvasses and big pieces of paper. These huge gaping vacuums of space are intimidating to me, so I tend to work small. When I saw the teeny tiny book with its teeny tiny pages, my imagination was captured. Think of what fun I could have, I mused to myself as I forked over the $15 plus tax. I also immediately decided I could make my own teeny tiny books in the future if this trend catches on with me.
I hesitate to show you what I came up with for the first page, but honesty is the best policy.
Yes, a hastily sketched, poorly colored “Fruit Fly of Doom!”
The good news is that the next one can’t help but be better.
This hastily written teeny tiny blog post will meet its Doom in the morning.
Oh, the joys of summer days! And yes, I still say that after we had two days of extreme heat and humidity.
Our Hallelujah Garden is full of gladsome color – photos and p’raps poems to come in future posts.
Last week with two friends I visited an old forgotten cemetery that has been uncovered and restored. Blog post to come. It’s been a long time since I posted in my Grave Musings series and I am looking forward to it.
After some feedback from faithful blog readers, I’ve gotten some items to dress up our dinner table when we have guests. Thank you! Photos and musings to come.
But at least today I can share with you some water coloring I’ve been doing lately.
No, that’s not for somebody named “Art,” although my father-in-law would qualify. I thought I might string those together and hang them somewhere in the craft room.
A butterfly and many dragonflies. I feel unsettled about the butterfly. It looks somewhat poorly proportioned. If you got that on a card in the mail, would you wonder why the butterfly is sagging a bit or would the gold paint distract you from all of its flaws?
The dragonflies were my attempt to follow a tutorial I found in which you put four dots of paint in a small square and make the dragonfly wings from those. The artist made it look so easy! You can infer from that statement anything you want.
You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11
Many words were deleted in the production of this post and perhaps more will be in the morning.
What’s the difference between frugal and just plain cheap? I hope you can tell me.
I have a favorite purse. It’s not too big, it’s not too small. It’s a purse that would suit Goldilocks: it’s just right.
Into this happy fairy tale, a sad note must be interjected. The straps kept coming off of this nearly perfect purse. It seemed like too much work to try to sew them back in, so I used large safety pins for a while. Clearly I’m not driven by fashion.
Let’s switch to Cinderella. Like Cinderella’s shoe, the safety pins just did not want to stay and would occasionally pop off. And there would be my purse, on the floor looking sad. And with no handsome prince to pick it up, either.
I could order a replacement. The purse was less than $30 after all. But why should I throw away my Goldilocks purse just because the straps were like Cinderella’s shoe?
I went to a shoe repair store and asked them how much they’d charge to sew the straps back. They’d do it for $15. Very reasonable and only half the cost of buying a new one. Of course I did not agree to this reasonable cost. Why should I pay them $15 when I could still find a way to do it for free?
The purse wouldn’t fit under the foot of my sewing machine. I’d have to sew it by hand. I asked my husband to punch a small hole through the leather strap and the purse so I could fit a large needle through with extra tough thread. We are now in the Shoemaker and the Elves story, if you hadn’t figured it out, with my husband playing the part of one of the elves. I had to play the part of the other elf, the one who did the actual sewing. Those elves are completely underrated – it’s hard work. I’ve only completed one strap and the repair job looks ugly. Regrets, I’ve had a few.
Frugal or just plain cheap? You decide!
Sigh…I’ll probably pay you $15 to delete this in the morning.
It turns out that using the dictation feature on my keyboard, isn’t always as intuitive as you would think. Nevertheless, it seemed like a good option to spare my arm some typing. So here it goes!
I’ve got a few pieces of artwork that I finished last week before deciding to give my arm a break.
Shrews are kinda cute! My first drawing in the owl series that I hope to continue. 
This is the only way I can do humans – from behind and with no hands. Ha ha!
The same chick as I did previously, but this time on watercolor paper. 
Most of these, as usual, are copies of things I found on Pinterest, with the exception of the owl which I drew from a photo.
Is the owl a fowl? Certainly not! Perish the thought! Is the owl very nice? Certainly not! Just ask the mice! Has the owl gone crazy? Certainly not! Nor is he lazy. Does the owl bill and coo? Certainly not! What’s wrong with you? Will the owl teach and preach? Certainly not! Just hear him screech! Is the owl a night sleeper? Certainly not! He’s a night peeper!
About the owl I’ve told you a lot You now are an expert On what he is not.
I’m working on making drawing and painting more of a daily discipline than doing it on a whim.
This goose is the last watercolor painting I did on the non-watercolor paper. My dad used to ask if we wanted to learn some “Indian” phrases. “Sure!” Then he’d have us repeat them one at a time as they are on the painting above. “Now say it faster,” he’d say. Eventually we’d get it. He loved that joke, even though he could only do it once for each of us.
The coloring pencil trial versionThe watercolor version (oh, how grand it was to get back to watercolor paper!)
Again, these are all sketches and paintings copied from things I found on Pinterest.
I’m making progress on the mobile, too!
I’m thinking of starting a drawing/painting series of owls. They’re such interesting looking creatures!
I’m still doing some watercolor “roughs” in a book with non-watercolor paper. They turn out rather bumply and weird, and are impractical for making into cards, so why I am even doing this? Good question. I don’t know why, but it’s motivated me to do watercolor work more often than before, It’s been great practice for drawing in proportion and using different lettering styles. It’s been a valuable workshop for mixing colors. It’s also a lesson in why watercolor paper works better for blending. At some point, I’ll transition to doing these in a book that that contains watercolor paper in it, but for now, I’ll keep on with the roughs. These are all copies of things I found on Pinterest except for the words. The words are always mine.
That’s enough for today. I’ll return to old posts tomorrow to save my arm the stress of typing.
Therefore, we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. 2 Corinthians 4:16
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