Grounded in comforting sunshine, weighed down with the heavy metal poisoning of a toxic world. Yet here the wind of the Spirit whispers, breathing through simple white blooms, “so even springs beauty from taint of toxin by the hand of our good God,” and away wafts the crumbled heart-lead as does the reborn caterpillar. These…
Glorious Stillness
There’s no moment quite like coming upon fall color mirrored in still water under a brilliant sky in chilly air while all is silent. I seldom get the opportunity to finish a piece in one day. It just so happened that the last couple of days I’ve spent my time in the studio cleaning up,…
My First Official Series
To rest for a few minutes, just out of sight of the crowd; to listen yet not be seen or heard, or to hear only the wind, the leaves, and the birds is precious to introverts and ambiverts alike. They say that what is in your heart will come out when you paint. These pieces…
Fiesta Siesta
I’ve been doing all kinds of artsy things, but not really posting for various reasons: mostly because what I have painted hasn’t been that great, but also because some of the artsy things I’ve been doing don’t involve actual painting… …a constant push and pull for artists. There has to be time to run the…
Tale as Old as Time
Why do I love painting flowers so much? They say that… Art and love are the same thing; It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you. ~~Chuck Klosterman So somehow I think I see either what I am, or what I wish to be, in flowers. This one was glowing, even…
Morning’s Brewing
A couple of years ago, I had one of those dreams you have when you’re half awake. This wasn’t it. I did try to paint what I saw, but it never communicated the idea. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to try the concept again but in a different context–and it was so fun!…
Swash Your Way to Creativity
Recently I was delighted and honored to be invited to share a blog post to Unison Pastels blog. Here is the link. I’d love for you to click over, read it, and let me know what you think! Swash Your Way to Creativity by Esther L. Jones Subscribe to Blog via Email Enter your email…
Tea for Tall
Quite often, the visions in my head are whimsical and include tea cups or tea pots. Last August my granddaughter and I took a trip to the zoo. It was her wish (and this GrandEst was determined to grant it) to see EVERY exhibit. Which we did, even though GrandEst got too hot during the…
But Not So Far
I’m not sure how to begin this story. Do I explain about how I just bought the flowers because they were pretty and on sale? Maybe I should explain the significance of the date? Or should I start with sharing about my husband’s death 21 years ago? All week I’ve been painting gladiolus. I just…
Light and Silence
There’s a moment, a special moment, a few hours after midnight, early on Christmas day. The silence is drenched in peace and pulsing with sacred nuance. Few experience it, but if you have, you never forget the stillness and joy of it. At our house we have a tradition that on Christmas Eve only, the…