Mine, Yours and Ours. One in mine, one in yours and a whole heaping full in ours. Just the way it's supposed to be. When you share your heart it tends to mulitply. Especially if you keep it in a glass jar for everyone to see, nurture, nourish and care for. I do alot of that here on my blog....put my heart out there. Actually I kind of take it everywhere out in the open. Suppose my paintings reflect that. Little happy paintings...scattering joy everywhere they go. Sigh....I love my life. And my jar of hearts. Thanks for putting yours in. And joining me here.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Week 16...you've been fun. William is at the beach with the Palmer's. Mailey has loved being an only child. And yes, we totally did the GDO yesterday complete with Waffle House waffles, toenail painting, Southern Living Design House tour, vintage shopping and lunch at Founders. Lovely day!! The other days have been filled with getting me back into running and studio time. I am a busy bee getting ready for the Revival of Vintage Marketplace this weekend. Very exciting to be doing a new show. I can not wait to set up the vignettes with my vintage finds and artwork. And pillows, and mini yarn wreaths and totes and more!! Going to be great.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Do you whisper to yourself? Do you have dreams and desires you want heard, but not? Afraid they'll be ridiculed? Afraid they won't come true? Afraid they will come true? I say embrace the whispers and every once in awhile, share them. You never know when that whisper will come true.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Oh Graham....I wish I could sleep my days away like you. Well, not really. After 2 days of the "Mexican Water Hex"....I was itching to get back to work. My body is still in a bit of shock at what happened to it. So although I am moving slower, my heart is rested and my mind is ready to create...create! Yep, folks. I bragged about getting through my first year full-time teaching and missing the bullet when strep throat wiped out 2nd grade. When the stomach bug had Mrs. Alice running daily with her mop and bucket, I stayed strong. Yep. I didn't miss one day of school because I was sick. I made it through until Monday. And then I really want to forget that those days ever happened in my life. Forever.Tuesday night I did manage to muster the strength to get down to the studio for an hour and craft a new idea. But to paint....no way.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Last night I buckled down and got the painting out of my head and onto the canvas. As planned. It started like this:
And then the cool colors where added...of course. My favorite to paint with by far.
Of course a few warm colors....no one wants a blue heart now do they?
I don't know how to really explain this. But I feel very passionately about the friends I am closest too. I internalize all their fears, pain, joys, successes, and love. These people know this about me, and sometimes they shelter me from the pains. It was 2 years ago to date that such a pain was rested in her heart.....and to see how far she has come and to see how much she has grown....well danged if I can hardly write now for the tears. It makes my heart very full knowing that I have people like this in my life. That I can feel complete and utter joyful tears for. Without them even knowing it. And this little clear glass jar is FULL of hearts for her. To use when she needs, to share, and to nurture. Always, always keeping your heart close is important. But just as important is to know when to share it. When to let others nurture it.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Behind the scenes this week I am actually taking you to another STATE! Woohoo!! The beautiful state of Alabama. My home state. Yep. Alabama. Do not make a southern twang with it please. Seriously. Despite what many have seen on television not all Southerners sound like we are from the backwoods of Kentucky. Although Bachelorette Emily is so stinkin' cute with her little accent. Rather, I grew up in Birmingham. A metro city that prides itself on a less twangy accent. In fact, you immediately knew if someone lived outside the city limits because they did indeed have the twang. I didn't get it... why they got the twang. Like it was a disease or something and we didn't get it inside the city lines....and then I moved to the Atlanta suburbs. And was slapped with the twang. Yep. Like a disease it 'twas. I don't think mine is too bad. But my Birmingham peeps really like picking on my new dialect. humpf.
In Alabama I have family still living in parts and yonders. My Dad for instance takes up a dual residence in the booming metro city of Harpersville (kidding really...love that little city, but it is far from booming) and at the Lake. Logan Martin Lake that is. And that folks, is where I ran away to this week. I posted on facebook this, "I've run away from home. Took the kids and my bathing suit." You don't really need much else where we were headed. (Ok. In Alabama we DO brush our teeth with toothbrushes, not hay. So I also packed that you jokers.)
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Oh a Jeep.....we are a total geeky Jeep family. There's always at least one in the driveway. I am pretty sure every member of our family has a Jeep of some kind right now...um...Yep. Molly has an older model Jeep wrangler, Mom a Jeep Liberty, Dad has an 56' Jeep Willis truck (the painting is of this one) and an army Willis. And if ya extend the family a bit....Chan has a Jeep wrangler and his soon to be bride has a Jeep Cherokee!! We should totally be in a Jeep commercial! Right?? Jeep brings back so many amazing memories for me. Especially in college. We'd take it hard core trail riding with Planet X a favorite. Any of you remember that who went to Auburn? I am pretty sure what sits on that land now is a tractor supply store. I'd pile my bike into the back and off we'd go to Yielding Lake to shoot skeet and camp. Freckles, our sweet English setter, loved to hang with me in college and especially ride in the Jeep. Always an adventure! When it was hot, the top was always off that thing. No AC in the south is brutal! In case you are wondering, yes...I was a total Birkenstock, North Face wearing granola girl back in those days. (which is hilarious since I was also a blonde Phi Mu!!) Haha...
So my personal Jeep love started after my first car (banana yellow Beemer) was traded in. I got a candy apple red Jeep CJ7 at age 17. Now prior to my being 16 we always had a Jeep of some sort. From Jeep truck, Cherokee or Wrangler type. Talk about thinking I was hot stuff though in the CJ7...oh yeah. It had a soft top and doors so when the top came off in the summer it was bare down to the doors. I loved that Jeep. In college I got a newer model. It was "safer"....again candy apple red with a black soft top. But in the newer models the doors where hard. In fact, when Billy and I met he also had a red Jeep, but with a white top. We got rid of both ours once we had the Atlanta commuting jobs. We kind of kick ourselves for not hanging on to at least one. You just don't think about sentimental crap like that when you are new and married and thinking insurance on 3 cars! Alas.....we now have a newer model in the driveway. It's this gorgeous blue. But hard top so the Atlanta commute isn't too noisy! Our plan is for William to drive the Wrangler when he turns 16. We are looking at trading in orange van right now for a Jeep Cherokee. I flinch at the thought of loosing the orange van's art show abilities....but...have you seen the new Cherokee? It is hot!
One day, I may be painting my own vintage Jeep. For now, Dad has me covered. Maybe I should paint the army Willis next?
Sunday, June 10, 2012
This week's painting was a special project...you see it was my sample painting for the Paint Something Workshop! Yep. This morning I am feeling a little run over. Like after a show pooped. But after 19 contact hours of teaching, its a wonder!!Jenni Horne Studios blog, but here's a sneaky peek.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Hmm...let's see.....where have I been this week? Oh yeah. Here:
Yes, having a rather nice space to create allows me the wonderful opportunity to spread out. I am so not complaining or whining. However, it gets to the point where I can not make room for creativity because the mess is too much. But the good side to this is that it allows me the opportunity to clean it up, clean it out and find treasures I'd forgotten I'd bought! Woohoo box of clay sculptures I'd forgotten about! So it took literally 3 days. Holy tamoly....3 days. Because you see the above photo is just my "pretty" studio side. I've pretty much taken over the entire basement. That's right....well no one else seemed to need any part of the basement. Well, except Graham Cracker.
And then like magic...it's clean!!! And ready for the Paint Something workshop next weekend. Yah.
And then I remembered week 12!! So, I piled the supplies up I needed and sat myself on the porch because for some crazy reason the south decided to bring a cool day our way. Like 70's cool. That is unheard of in Georgia in June. Its lovely out here.