On the Radio–Me!

 

My nickname is “CB.” I always found it funny that I was born around the same year as the CB radio. Well, now I finally know why.

As if seeing me rattle on in the printed word wasn’t enough, now you can hear me on the radio! KLOVE will be airing a news bit with part of an interview with me sometime tomorrow (Friday Nov. 30), and will be making the rest of the interview available for download as a podcast from their website. This is me hyperventilating and trying to remember all I needed to say about the Art for 1000 Wells auction! :):)

Here’s KLOVE’s website, broadcasts can be heard there:

KLOVE.com

And here’s the page for the podcast—Click under the one entitled “Art for 1000 Wells”:

Click here to listen

And here’s what it’s all about:

Art for 1000 Wells

Merry Christmas, all!

~CB

 

I’m Not As Cranky Anymore

I can’t stand it, but sometimes I catch myself with such negative, defeatist, discouraged thoughts.  I was just doing that without realizing it.  I’m working on managing my client’s (sister’s) photography business details right now, and I was feeling the press of too much to do, not enough time in which to do it, thoughts of how I could have done some things better—or managed my time more properly.   Thoughts getting tangled, going down, down, down, into the realm of grumbling.

I have Christmas music on repeat…you know how it is with “repeat,” it becomes a nice background, and you hardly hear it, except for a word here and there.  It’s that way for me, at least.   But suddenly, as my thoughts grew gnarled and dingy, suddenly, all I could hear was the music.

Todd Agnew singing “God With Us.”  Emmanuel, God With Us.  The King abides with us.  Todd Agnew’s raspy, powerful voice, with a soaring chorus as accompaniment.  Symphony music that wraps around one’s heart and pulls it Heavenward with silver strings.  Ending on the soft hint of the timeless notes to “We Three Kings”…the Magi.

The King abides with us.  Suddenly I feel like I can do anything in the world, in record time.  Suddenly I know my King is here with me.  I see golden lights where there used to be darkness.  I feel arms surrounding me, as a safe refuge. 

I’m not alone…it will be all right.  Thanks, Todd.   

And thank you, my King.

 

It Couldn’t Be Done

It Couldn’t Be Done
By Edgar Guest

Somebody said it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing and he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one has ever done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing and he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~

One of my favorite poems/writings of all time.  Just thought I’d share.  :):)

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

 

Space-y

My ‘Space has a new look, in honor of the upcoming Art for 1000 Wells auction! I welcome everyone to stop by and take a look!

Keep Those Plates Spinning!

Hmmmm……2 am and I’m writing business letters. Yup, you can tell I own my own business.

But can you tell I’m an artist??  Not from looking at my eBay auctions, that’s for sure!  I usually like to keep a supply of fresh, brand-new art live online—which is hard for me to do sometimes, when I’m dealing with a challenging bout of carbon monoxide side effects.  Multitasking abilities are severely compromised.

Some of that has an effect on what I’m doing now, and explains why I’m up at 2am doing business.  When I can work, I try to get everything done at once.  But another major reason is that I’m crazy-busy organizing the upcoming Art for 1000 Wells auction on eBay.  Awesomely exciting, and my heart is swelling with gratitude and admiration for the many wonderful artists and artisans who have come on board for this event!

But I haven’t had too much time for art the past couple days.  Last night, though, I had a window of opportunity when my computer clutched during my attempt to update MySpace in honor of the auction.  PC was down—so while it “thought” about itself for a minute, I grabbed my pastels.  I have to remind myself that I’m also participating in this auction event, so I need to paint something! The result of my sketchng time is not complete yet—but I have some work-in-progress pictures to share. Clicking the pictures will lead to a larger image.

Boy WIP (Work in Progress)

Original Pastel on Vellum Bristol paper, for the Art for 1000 Wells (TWBW) eBay auction Nov. 24-Dec. 4, 2007, by Christine Taylor (mousewords)

Step 1: While listening to Jars of Clay perform “Light Gives Heat,” I start with a loose sketch in blue pastel.

Boy WIP1 (c) mousewords

Step 2: While I don’t work from one particular photo, I study the faces of children for reference in bone and facial structure. Using the “rules” of anatomy, I make up my own person from there. Kind of like parenthood…sort of. :):)

Noticing that the skin tone I want has warm undertones, I define my sketch using yellow pastel.

Boy WIP2 (c) mousewords

Step 3: The fun part! Adding features. I love soft drawing mediums such as pastel, because it’s similar to doing sculpture–you “sculpt” a face with your fingers. (You know, Athena sculpted a child from clay, and the child magically came to life and grew up to be Wonder Woman. Hey, this IS like parenthood!)

Notice the bit of red in the upper right–I’m beginning to explore colors to find the right skin tones.

Boy WIP3 (c) mousewords

Step 4: Skin tones aren’t brown and white and red. They’re really made up of colors like green and purple. Colors that would make you go to the doctor if you saw them in the mirror.

I begin layering color over my undertones. The shadows are purple, so I begin using that to “flesh out” this little guy’s features, so to speak. I save the eyes till nearly the last, to preserve the whiteness of the paper.

At this point, I’m looking at it and thinking that I love the light, sketchy touch to it. I’d really rather not use the heavier application that I intended at first. That means, however, that I’ll need a delicate touch to build up the skin color.

Boy WIP4 (c) mousewords

Step 5: Time to turn the lights on! At this point, my little one looks ike a zombie, so I take a brown pastel and dash a soul into his eyes. When I’m drawing eyes, I just look right into the subject’s face and meet his gaze, then intuitively let my hand draw what I would see if I were really eye-to-eye with him. I literally feel my heart pouring out onto the paper when I draw the expression in a person’s eyes. I feel that a spirit has so much to say.

Then I take my purple and let my fingers shape the contours of this child’s head and face. The purple blends with yellow, making different colors on its own; while the blue shows through on his chin, making me think of the reflection of light from the surface of water. I like that look, and plan to preserve it.

Boy WIP5 (c) mousewords

He’s not done yet–needs cleaning up in the balance of his features, and needs more of a touch in his hair and skin tones. But that’s for next time.

3am…time for some bed.

 

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