So I’ll probably be posting most of my drawings a day late for The Big Draw 2008, unless I happen to have one of those unusually quiet days, a rare gem.
Another fun project I completed today was this:
I had been working on this cross stitch project for much too long. Once I began adorning the mat board, I just had the most fun. The images are taken from Willy Woo-Woo, a book my first grade teacher, Mrs. Skubal, gave me. (Yes, that would make it vintage.)
The finished size is 13X17 in. I used an antique frame and must give huge thanks to my husband for cutting the mat board and fetching the glass for me. He also helped me to secure the backside. Seriously folks, my man has amazing skills.
My husband’s Christmas present was also my first piece of art outside of a book. Although I did prepare a canvas, I ended up using the cover of a book instead. The words in ink read Symbiosis: the living together of two dissimlar organisms, such as you and I. The highlighted text on the page reads “She sees to it that the meaning of each word is clear.” And the picture is of a tree with fungus and moss = symbiosis. The yellow sure is more brilliant in the scan than the actual piece, but art never looks quite the same online as in person.
Our Christmas was lovely and meaningful. I never did get our home decorated, but did enjoy the seasonal decorations at my parents’ and brother’s homes. We were so blessed to celebrate Christmas with my parents and both my brothers and their families. The highlight was hearing my niece sing a beautiful solo at the Christmas Eve Service, and watching my brother’s glowing face as she sang. Yes, I cried.
The trees on my nature hike really had an impact. I’ve been wanting to complete the Creation theme for the Salt challenge a couple weeks ago. Today was the day as I completed my art for the day.
The book print is actually a cut-out of an extremely old Bible that no longer has a binding. It is Psalm 19. The written words are expressions of my time on the hike a couple days ago:
I feel God’s presence so strongly when surrounded by His beautiful creation. I breathe Him in. I smell Him in the dead leaves scattered on the forest floor. I am in awe of Him as I stand so small near His boulders. I am delighted at the mazes and hidden places to be found upon careful search. He beckons me to play, to laugh, to run. The stillness is deafening. The quietness allows me to hear another voice. The voice tells me, “I have created this all for your enjoyment. Soak in the colors, absorb their beauty, feel the textures of originality. I make things to grow to spark your imagination. I share my beauty with you. I am in love with you.” I love these whispers. They refresh me to my bones. I am His and He is mine.
Yesterday we saw a grouping of trees that took our breath away. This is my attempt to capture one of them. I am slowly learning to sketch. What I had to remove first was the thought that I can’t sketch. I can, but am just learning. That still sounds like an excuse, doesn’t it?