This is Miles. When I asked his owner to tell me a little about him, she wrote: We always call him “poor Miles” because he just ambles around looking like he’s not sure what’s going on… He’s really sweet… And lazy. He tries to keep up with our other two puppies, but normally ends up…
As I’ve mentioned before, I often search for poetry specific to my subject as an aid to coming up with a title. This often results in quite delightful rabbit trails into the fine art of poetry. I found two delicious poems concerning the Rosemallow–also known as Hibiscus–and although I didn’t end up using any of…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…
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!…
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! https://www.unisoncolour.com/2019/09/18/swash-your-way-to-creativity-by-esther-l-jones/ Subscribe to Blog via Email Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive…
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…