A life of rock and stick painting, mixed media, watercolors, art journaling, photography and caring for my aging parents. A life filled with the love of Christ and the creative soul He put inside of me.
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Blessing Blocks
You can use any type of materials you have on hand and the possibilities are just unlimited. I've even used scrapes of material, twigs, embroidery thread and torn pieces of paper.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Broken Branches
I grew up camping with Mom and Dad and was always connected with nature. We camped in lots of different places but mostly in the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia. Sticks, stones, leaves and moss have always fascinated me and were always in abundance on camping trips. We usually camped with our best friends, Lois and Rangely Price and their two daughters, Phebe and Carolyn. Us girls would roam the mountain sides all day in search of the perfect tree vine to swing from and then return to camp to enjoy camp stew. The simple beauty of nature inspires me and I love to transform a broken branch into art. We are all "creatives" in some way or another because we were all formed by and serve a "Creative" God. He breathed creativity into us. These broken branches were collected from a very ugly place in my life with the intent of transforming ashes into beauty.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Beginnings
My creative journey began in 1999 with this little guy. I had never picked up a paint brush in my life. My grandmother had tons of artistic ability and could make a garden look like a masterpiece. Three days after she past away, I was perusing my local library and a book titled Painting Animals on Rocks attacked me. Seriously, this book almost jumped off the shelf at me. I instantaneously was fascinated and curious. I took the book home, painted this little guy and I haven't looked back since. I painted cats, mice, pandas and houses.
Local businesses displayed my rocks and some were displayed at the Peaks of Otter Lodge on the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia.
This rock was painted in memory of my Granny Parker. I've alway felt that when she passed away, God breathed her gift into me.
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