It's All Art...................

I'm back and I'm glad.  I can concentrate on this blog and my art and all that it means.

I'm convinced that it IS all art.  Everything you do.  Everything that was ever designed started with a pencil and paper or chisel and stone.

 I love the commercial with everybody wearing Levis.  Every kind of person dancing to amazing music.  Live like you dance  (or dance like you live).  This doodle is at the bottom of one of my journal pages.

Little heart stones I made into a heart on my husband's grave.  It will disappear over time but I will  always know it's there.  

 My new dog.  I was going to name  her Dottie.  I love that.  But she's 11 1/2 and it's too late to change her name.  She's a rescue dog and I love her.  She fills an empty spot in my life and I hope I do hers

And this is my great-granddaughter painting a picture for me.  She loves paper and paints and pencils - she's happy when she's creating.   And she's dressed herself.  I love her to pieces and especially that she loves art as much as I do. 

It's all about art, always has been.       Diane

Every day.................

Create something every day

Eye Feast...........

My daughter, Amanda, challenged me to an art challenge which we both do, I give her 3 or 4 words and she does the same for me.  For the first one my words were dessert, dragonfly and pink.  This is what I came up with.  It's all collage except for the black lines.  I used iridescent paint on the wings and tail and border.  It was fun.                                   Diane

Knock Kneed Owl

A black walnut tree in the alley.  When I first gather them they're a beautiful lime green.  However within a few days they dry up and look like prunes.  An then there are the "skeletons"  the insides left by the squirrels.  I do not know how they get them open, they're tougher than me. 

That's the base for this little guy.  I know owls don't have legs but this one does, and he has knees, too.  Tiny oak leaves form his wings.  I had fun making him.  He would sit there looking at me for a while waiting for the rest of him to develop.  He's going to be a Christmas gift for a dear neighbor who loves owls.                                      Diane

Nature's Beauty.............

Not everyone shares my appreciation of some of nature's beauty for that I thank you for reading this anyway.

Old wasp nests are, to me, perfect masterpieces.  They don't hold the danger anymore so I can really look at the beautiful architecture.  They're kind of like a honeycomb but a little sloppier.  There are so many kinds of wasps nests ranging from this kind to the papery concoction they form (usually in trees) that end up kind of coneshaped.  All of nature's creations are beautiful in the eye of the beholder.

I hope you're having a good Memorial Day and remember the people who have fought to protect our country so that we might have this beautiful country.

Journaling....................

Winter months are great for journaling - most of the time.  Sometimes it get's so dreary that all you can do is read a book.  There doesn't seem to be any inspiration.  But I try really hard to not get to that point.  I get such joy from journaling.  This page is based on a jar of jelly I received and the little spoon on the ribbon was tied around the jelly jar.  There's inspiration there, you just have to be watching for it.             Diane

Art show....................

An artist who was teaching at the college came to my house last spring to see my art stuff.  She fell in love with my journals as well as these boxes I have on my wall (assemblages) and asked me to be in an art show as the featured artist.  I still don't believe it.  The art show was held and many of my friends came and my daughter, Catherine came down from Billings to be with me.  

My journals have always been private but she asked me to bring a bunch of them and I could let people read them if I wanted but I didn't have to.  They loved looking at them and commenting on the illustrations and it felt so good to remove the stigma of somebody reading them and be able to share.  It was a very heady experience.  Now I look at my art in a completely different way.  
                                                                  Diane