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Hooray for fall!

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Costume decision time

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The Fall of Life

Her weathered appearance tells her story.  It tells of hours spent in the baking sun, hurricane strength winds, and summer thunderstorms.  It tells of the shade she provided for ducks who napped under her boughs, and of the structure she provided for the cardinals who nested in her branches.  Her brilliant colors and shriveled edges call attention to her beauty as she lies in a heap upon the ground.  She is at the end of her life, and she is a stunning mosaic to be admired.  When I have reached the end of my journey, what will others see when they look at me?  Will they see a withered old woman, or will they be able to envision my life’s story from the lines on my face—or perhaps the lines on my canvas?  I want to leave a beautiful mark on the world, so my artist’s journey continues.

“The Fall of Life”–Watercolor Pencil


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Deck the Halls

It’s not even September yet, but I’m itching to put out my fall decorations.  That is no surprise to my family, as I typically beg to decorate for Christmas the day after Halloween.  I can appreciate that each season and holiday deserves its time to shine, but I have my favorites, and since they only come around once a year, I like to maximize the celebration.   My pumpkins and gourds wait patiently in the linen closet, but every time I pull out a fresh towel, I am tempted to get started on my fall decorating.  I will wait, for fear of  being chastised by my family, but August sure is taking her sweet time.

“Ready and Waiting”–Colored Pencil 


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As much as I love exploring new destinations, there is something warm and wonderful about visiting a familiar hotel, a favorite restaurant, or an old friend.

Last week, I had to suppress my joy when my painting instructor announced a watercolor project.  While my classmates moaned, groaned, and complained about the difficulty of the assignment, I beamed at the thought of spending time with my favorite medium.

I was nearly giddy as I pulled out my pristine Number 8 Round brush and unpacked my watercolor tubes.  It didn’t take very long to get reacquainted with my old friends.  Vibrant colors I hadn’t used in months came to life on my paper, ready to join me on my unexpected excursion.

As we brushed our way through the assignment and breezed through the clean-up, I felt a twinge of sadness knowing my watercolors would have to be shelved for the rest of the semester.  My acrylics were waiting patiently for the next leg of my trek.  Is there room for multiple mediums on my Artist’s Journey?  As I travel, I will undoubtedly come across materials, techniques, and ideas that I want to explore.  There are plenty of undiscovered destinations out there just waiting to become ‘old favorites’.  Maybe I just need a bigger suitcase.

“Florida’s Fall”–Watercolor on Arches Aquarelle


Old Friends

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