Morning Dreams
8" x 10"
Watercolor
Showing posts with label Abstract Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Abstract Art. Show all posts
Monday, July 29, 2019
Saturday, January 19, 2019
Thursday, August 23, 2018
Sparrows in the Rain (Original Art)
Sparrows in the Rain
16" x 40"
Sold
This original abstract painting was done with paints in deep and bright blues, yellows and a touch of red to hint at the flowers in the grass. It was done on a on a 16" x 40" x 1.5" canvas using Gesso, Varnish, Gloss Gel, Acrylic, Oils and Alcohol.
Finding out I was expecting our unexpected second child this painting was born from an internal cleansing rain. Uncertain and a fear apprehensive, her light felt as strong as sparrows, who are small, but powerful birds. I found reassurance knowing her arrival was a symbol of joy, simplicity and friendship.
The work has been sealed to help protect against fading. Edges are painted, see photos. Comes ready to hang with a sawtooth hook.
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Watercolor/ Ink Landscapes
The Ranch
(Sold)
Morning Vibes
(Sold)
Each 8" x 10" on canvas
Watercolor/ Inks
Monday, April 30, 2018
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Forged by Fire
I have a different relationship with three in the morning these days. I see it now, not as the haunting, the tormentor.
Three in the morning is the stolen hour. The sacred hour. A time of fire that has forged me into someone new.
How many times have I rocked this beautiful child at three am? Tonight she lays relieved and relaxed in my arms, breathing easily, safely in my arms at three am. I think about three mornings when her tummy was tight with bubbles and half her present length. I remember her unfocused eyes, startled and lonely.
Tonight, the moment I scooped her up, she became peaceful, cuddled in my lap.
It is not his job to believe in me. It's isn't anyone's really. I alone hold that responsibility.
Isn't that beautiful, powerful? My thoughts have been jumbled up for months, years, a paraglider's lines caught in the weeds on a steep hill.... and this aha moment tonight laid them out straight, clean and free.
Here by the light of the humidifier, smudged by my palm and clearer than anything I have ever written before.
Take these words as yours.
Three in the morning is the stolen hour. The sacred hour. A time of fire that has forged me into someone new.
How many times have I rocked this beautiful child at three am? Tonight she lays relieved and relaxed in my arms, breathing easily, safely in my arms at three am. I think about three mornings when her tummy was tight with bubbles and half her present length. I remember her unfocused eyes, startled and lonely.
Tonight, the moment I scooped her up, she became peaceful, cuddled in my lap.
It is not his job to believe in me. It's isn't anyone's really. I alone hold that responsibility.
Isn't that beautiful, powerful? My thoughts have been jumbled up for months, years, a paraglider's lines caught in the weeds on a steep hill.... and this aha moment tonight laid them out straight, clean and free.
Here by the light of the humidifier, smudged by my palm and clearer than anything I have ever written before.
Take these words as yours.
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