Acrylic on 8" x 10" stretched canvas, 2007
Acrylic on 8" x 10" canvas, 2007
Check availability of these paintings at www.livefunky.etsy.com
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Transitions
Acrylic on 8" x 10" stretched canvas, 2007
Acrylic on 8" x 10" canvas, 2007
Check availability of these paintings at www.livefunky.etsy.com
Spring brings good things
Things are great over here. Lots going on behind the scenes. Working out details, thinking in larger realms... Good stuff. I'll explain and update soon.
In the meantime, check out my other blog, www.lookseesaw.blogspot.com - I've added two new posts, the most recent I am eager to share.
Thanks!
In the meantime, check out my other blog, www.lookseesaw.blogspot.com - I've added two new posts, the most recent I am eager to share.
Thanks!
Friday, March 23, 2007
New Paintings
Acrylic on 8" x 10" gallery wrapped canvas, 2007
Acrylic on 8" x 10" gallery wrapped canvas, 2007
Connected Growth
Acrylic on 8" x 10" gallery wrapped canvas, 2007
It's been a good day, today. I woke to bright, blue skies and a melted, muddy backyard. Spring is so very much in the air, that my allergies caught on right away. I always forget about that part.... ah, but it's all worth it.
Leo is looking GREAT! It's been one week since we took him home and the progress is so dramatic. Just one more week and his stitches will come out and he'll be my cone-head-free happy little boy again!
Rob being back to work after his vacation means that he's sleeping in again (he works nights). So Leo slept in late with him, giving me some time to paint. These three new pieces are now listed in my Etsy shop at www.livefunky.etsy.com and there are a few more I am working on right now, as well.
Thanks to all of my blogger buddies that have left comments in the last week. Your support and encouragement means so much to me!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Big SALE on Etsy
Window of Opportunitywatercolor, 2007
I am having a big sale at my shop on Etsy. FREE SHIPPING worldwide and Buy One Get One Free on all items over $50. Please visit my store at
www.livefunky.etsy.com
Monday, March 19, 2007
"I've got to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time"
Here's Leo! Our brave and wonderful little/big boy! This picture was taken yesterday. You can see Emily's hand is on his head, Rob is behind him on the computer, and one of Derek Shockey's paintings on the wall on the top right. (visit his website at http://www.artwanted.com/artist.cfm?ArtID=18045 )
This weekend was amazing. It all started on Friday with our drive up to get Leo. It was the thick of the noreaster snowstorm, and 84 was a wreck. We went about 30 the whole way plowing through chunky, icy snow. Once we got to the Mass Pike, the roads were much better (what's up Connecticut? if MA can do it, we should be able to, too!).
Walking back into the animal hospital with excitement and smiles, we were in such a different state of mind than everyone else. We were able to actually look around and take other people in (didn't do that the first time around), and we could feel the anxious energy all around us from the collection of nervous, waiting pet owners. It hung thick in the air, stagnant, everyone glazed over watching the Animal Channel on the TV, and almost resenting the animal bloopers show with canned laughter that seemed to mock their sincere pain and fear. As if owning and loving a pet was that easy and joyful. One goofy moment after another causing laughter and smiles. We all wished.
It took a while for them to get Leo. I felt like I was going to pass out, and kept sucking down big gulps of water at the water fountain, at one point resisting my own animal urge to dunk my head in the cold stream of water and shake it off. When he came out, it was clear he was in a state of shock and confusion. It took a moment for him to realize we were standing there and as soon as he did, all he wanted to do was drive his head into my legs. The assistant had the big, plastic collar off of him to show us how to put it on. After a momentary struggle including all four of us, we got it on, and walked out the door with our love. He got in the backseat and we wanted to just sit and pet him but the storm had picked up and we had to get back on the road as soon as possible.
This weekend was amazing. It all started on Friday with our drive up to get Leo. It was the thick of the noreaster snowstorm, and 84 was a wreck. We went about 30 the whole way plowing through chunky, icy snow. Once we got to the Mass Pike, the roads were much better (what's up Connecticut? if MA can do it, we should be able to, too!).
Walking back into the animal hospital with excitement and smiles, we were in such a different state of mind than everyone else. We were able to actually look around and take other people in (didn't do that the first time around), and we could feel the anxious energy all around us from the collection of nervous, waiting pet owners. It hung thick in the air, stagnant, everyone glazed over watching the Animal Channel on the TV, and almost resenting the animal bloopers show with canned laughter that seemed to mock their sincere pain and fear. As if owning and loving a pet was that easy and joyful. One goofy moment after another causing laughter and smiles. We all wished.
It took a while for them to get Leo. I felt like I was going to pass out, and kept sucking down big gulps of water at the water fountain, at one point resisting my own animal urge to dunk my head in the cold stream of water and shake it off. When he came out, it was clear he was in a state of shock and confusion. It took a moment for him to realize we were standing there and as soon as he did, all he wanted to do was drive his head into my legs. The assistant had the big, plastic collar off of him to show us how to put it on. After a momentary struggle including all four of us, we got it on, and walked out the door with our love. He got in the backseat and we wanted to just sit and pet him but the storm had picked up and we had to get back on the road as soon as possible.
Rob was superman getting us home that evening. I kept turning around to nurture Leo, and every time I turned back to the road, there was another car off the side of the highway, or spun around backwards, or being hauled off by a tow truck, crunched. Along the way, Emily sent a text message that she was on her way up. We were thinking, 'oh no, don't come!', but she was already halfway there.
We got home and spent the next few hours petting and loving our Leo, and trying not to freak out about every hour that passed with no Emily. She finally arrived around 10:30. It took her four hours to get from southern CT to our house. That was one nasty storm none of us should have been driving through!
Once she arrived it was the last thing to fret about on a check list of worries we've had for the last week. The rest of the weekend felt so amazing to have everyone safe and sound. Total homebody weekend, including lots of love, good food and wine, Trivial Pursuit, drawing, movies, talking, all the while petting our little sweetie.
We got home and spent the next few hours petting and loving our Leo, and trying not to freak out about every hour that passed with no Emily. She finally arrived around 10:30. It took her four hours to get from southern CT to our house. That was one nasty storm none of us should have been driving through!
Once she arrived it was the last thing to fret about on a check list of worries we've had for the last week. The rest of the weekend felt so amazing to have everyone safe and sound. Total homebody weekend, including lots of love, good food and wine, Trivial Pursuit, drawing, movies, talking, all the while petting our little sweetie.
Leo seemed to be in a lingering state of shock at first, and paired with natural exhaustion, which could also be affected by his meds, he's been hanging low. Lots of rest. Today I saw some of the Leo pep I'm used to, and it was very comforting to see. He's doing what he needs to do - rest and HEAL. I'm happy that he isn't resisting that, and in turn, the scar seems to be healing very quickly. Most of the swelling has gone down, and knock on wood, everything looks ok. I called my vet in Enfield today to thank them/her for expiditing the situation. My deepest thanks go to Amelia at the Enfield Animal Hospital here in CT, and Dr. Jurk up at Tufts. Thank you so very, very much.
I'll share a picture of Leo's full face once more healing has happened. He is a beautiful boy and is very proud too! In the picture above, you can see why his new nickname is Bright Eye.
I'll share a picture of Leo's full face once more healing has happened. He is a beautiful boy and is very proud too! In the picture above, you can see why his new nickname is Bright Eye.
Friday, March 16, 2007
My sweet Leonardo
Well, you may have noticed no new art or blogging this week. It's been a rollercoaster, for sure. But before I go into the details, let me say that as I type this, I am feeling good, so though this will be a sad story, it does have a happy ending.
Leonardo, or Leo as we call him, was born February 6, 2003. At that time I was living with my best friend Emily in my house in CT, and dating my now husband, Rob. Emily and I agreed to dogsit our friend's big, black lab named Moose for a week. It was a week of fun walks, tossing a slimey tennis ball around, and Moose going back and forth between our beds at night. We were both in love.
The day Moose's mommy came to pick him up, I bought a newspaper to look for a dog. It was crazy impulsive, but it was like all of a sudden I just couldn't wait anymore. I knew it was only a matter of time before I got my first dog, and having Moose proved that I could do it. I wanted a male yellow lab, and when I opened the classifieds, there was an ad for just that. I called the number and was told they had one puppy left and it was a first come, first serve sort of deal. Emily and I hopped in the car and drove to their house ASAP.
When we got there, we saw a whole bundle of adorable pups, playing outside on the deck. The family was very nice, and their kids clearly loved each pup dearly. I didn't know which one was the one for me, since many were claimed but yet to be picked up. And then I saw him. My first glimpse, my breath is taken away, and I know, he's the One. A little ball of silky, yellow fur and brilliant blue eyes came running full speed towards me, plowing into and over my lap. A bundle of pure joy and enthusiasm. Shortly after, they pointed out that he was indeed the one available, and by then I was already sold. We drove home with little Leo wiggling all around Emily's car giggling, overjoyed with our new member of "the family".
At first, it was a bit grueling, I won't lie. I grew up with labs, one of which had two litters of puppies, so I was used to all the normal puppy antics. Little steaming puddles and piles for a few weeks until housebroken. Destroyed shoes, furniture, and anything else that matters to you. Leo was quick to be housebroken, but all the destructive tendencies were through the roof. I was told I should kennel train him, which went against all of my instincts and experiences, but I did give it a shot at first. I purchased a huge, supposedly indestructable one that was made out of sturdy material rather than metal. He brought that expensive thing down in a matter of minutes, standing proudly outside of it, tearing at the fallen walls. He was constantly on the go, and for the first month I was sleeping on the couch in the living room with him so we'd be closer to the door for the frequent potty breaks. I remember him finally falling asleep on or beside me, then I would crash and he'd wake me up every hour chewing on my hands. He loved to use those chompers.
One day we came home to the top half cushion of our couch ripped wide open, with white, fluffy stuffing spewed all over the house. Another time he chomped down on a little piece of linoleum and yanked it up, eventually tearing off half of the kitchen floor. He had so much energy and was obviously used to rough housing with his siblings, that he often turned on me with those sharp little teeth. I got my share of cuts and bruises during that time, but it was all worth it. All of it.
As Leo got older, he got bigger, and bigger, and bigger still. But the puppy in him was going nowhere. Now all that energy was packed into a 80 lb and growing monster - flying into my lap full speed was a whole new experience. He stopped attacking me, which was fabulous, and began to use "his voice" more to tell me his thoughts - every thought. WOOF let's go outside, WOOF where is my stick?, WOOF stand up and do something!, WOOF someone opened their car door three houses down! Yes, he is a chatty one, for sure.
But really, he just wants a few simple things and he's happy. He wants to be free and run, and he wants to be around his people. Oh yes, and food. My parent's labs were roamers, but Leo's always been a trustable fellow to stay by your side. I feel so lucky that we have my parent's house 6 miles away with acres of open fields and forest to wander sans leash. There is also a hiking trail on a dirt road closer to where I live that we go, which is beautiful, and we usually have the whole woods to ourselves. Our daily walks are the best medicine for both of us. He has an enormous smile on his face as he bounds around, peeing on everything, and chasing and retrieving sticks. He can find that stick anywhere, he has one powerful nose. We walk and I take in the peaceful views and feed off of his joy, and I know it's time to turn around when his prance gets a little wobbly.
Leo is absolutely a member of the family. We may be a little unorthodox in the way we include him, for instance sleeping in our bed. Two tall humans and one 100 lb dog fills up a queen size bed pretty quick. Every morning he comes up from my feet to my side, lays down and we have a solid 15 minutes of snuggle time. Our ritual comes to an end when he's decided he's had enough and it's time to get up. At four years old now, he's calmed down a lot, and has matured to being one fine gentleman. He's amazing with my husband's kids, so protective and gentle. He's also great with my mom, and is sensitive to her challenges as well. He's a good boy, but there is no hiding the energetic pup within, and I absolutely love that about him.
So..... that brings me back to today. I didn't plan on telling the full story of Leo but that's what happened and I'm glad I did. It's long but worth sharing for all those dog lovers out there that know each animal has their own personality, and to tell you about what's happening for him, for us, right now, wouldn't be complete if you didn't know more about who he really is. Gulp. Here we go.
We found out Leo had a tumor in his left eye. This was all very sudden and out of the blue. He went for a walk with his best buddy, my aunt's terrier Spooky, and as usual they fully pooped themselves out on the farm. Everything was fine that night, he was passed out sleeping, but that's par for the course. In the middle of the night, I woke up and he followed me into the bathroom. His left eye was closed, and in his half asleep stance, I didn't think much of it. Plus, the light was shining on that side. Anyway, I woke up to him, right by my side like as always, and saw that his left eye was still closed, and he was pawing at it. I called the vet right away and they said to come right in.
Meanwhile, this was the first day of Rob's vacation. He took this week off to just get some R & R (he works nights, it's a rough schedule) and do some work around our house. Thank God he did take this week off because I don't know how I could have gone through all of this without him... back to the story.
So we thought it was pink eye or something, but our local vet saw it and said "ok, this is really bad, I don't know which kind of bad, but it's bad". That was the first belly punch of the day. She looked at his eye with magnifying glasses and described what she saw. She thought that something had punctured his eye and there could still be a foreign object in there. She said he still had vision in that eye, but we needed to see an optomologist ASAP to check it all out. They called up to Tufts in MA and told them about us, we were set to go right away.
We drove up to MA talking about it, and I was typically optomistic. Leo was happy, ears flapping in the breeze in the back seat. It was a beautiful day, and as a little family, we were enjoying it together. I wasn't nervous until I walked in the door of the animal hospital. It wasn't long before they examined him and we waited outside for the assistant to retrieve us. She called us in and we met the doctor. I could just tell from the way the assistant talked to us that this wasn't good, and the way the doctor sat and his other assistant stood to the side. They were prepared. Good news comes naturally, people carry themselves different when they have good news. Bad news makes them stiffen up. I could feel it in the air before he said the words "tumor" "cancer" "operate" "remove".....
There it was, layed out for us, our options were down to one, remove his eye. Leo was in the room with us as we got the news and I hated that he had to feel our sadness and hear our terrified, cracking voices asking mumble jumbled questions that didn't come out right. We were speaking Shock English and thankfully the doc was able to translate.
We looked at pictures of dogs that have lost their eye, and it was comforting to see each animal's personality still fully present, one eye and all. We were given the option of a prostetic that would go under the eyelid, but chose not to because they can lead to future infections and problems. Screw that. Who cares if it's a little sunken in? It's my boy's life that I care about. I saw a golden retriever that didn't have the prosthetic and he looked sweet as pie, so I know Leo will too. It's just a little, tenderoni closed eye.
We left him with the kind hearted, sympathetic assistants, after they gave us some alone time with him. From there on it was a blur of emotion and fear.... Not good.
Cancer to me means an unstoppable force that takes over everything. That's what it's done to the people in my life I've loved and lost to it. I was so scared that it had progressed. The doc told us the tumor was very large, that's why they couldn't do just a simple lasor surgery. Uh, the fears were overwhelming. But skipping to the good part, he is free and clear! They did bloodwork, and he's ok. Fuck you, cancer, the good guys won this time!!!!!!!! Yeee haawwww!!!
Leo had his operation yesterday. Last night was a celebration of the good news that he had made it through the operation, everything went as planned, and was resting. I woke to a phone call this morning saying he's ready to be picked up today. They open their doors at 4.
So is it terribly sad that my little love lost his eye? Yes. But I am overjoyed because he's coming HOME and he's going to LIVE many many years of a happy life! I feel so thankful and I know his recovery time will be hard, but we're ready for him. And, though it makes our travels harder, it's snowing, and snow is one of the top things on Leo's love list.
I was a wreck yesterday waiting for the results, and spent hours online researching things and writing to friends. I'd like to thank Angela, Sacred Earth, Crow and Redgirl, Emily, Janet, Jessica and my parents for being there for me, Leo and Rob. I'd also like to thank the creator of this website that I found that was the best medicine possible - a hearty laugh.
Check out CHOMPO the one eyed wonder dog and her amazing tales at www.chompo.com - Chompo lightened my heart and mind yesterday. Thank you Chompo.
Leo is a special guy, he really is. Now he is going to have even more of an impact on the people he meets. "Look at me! Sure, I've only got one eye, but I LOVE LIFE! Let's run! Let's play! Let's smile and love one another! Life is good!".
Thanks for bearing through my long winded tale. I'll be updating you all soon. :)
Leonardo, or Leo as we call him, was born February 6, 2003. At that time I was living with my best friend Emily in my house in CT, and dating my now husband, Rob. Emily and I agreed to dogsit our friend's big, black lab named Moose for a week. It was a week of fun walks, tossing a slimey tennis ball around, and Moose going back and forth between our beds at night. We were both in love.
The day Moose's mommy came to pick him up, I bought a newspaper to look for a dog. It was crazy impulsive, but it was like all of a sudden I just couldn't wait anymore. I knew it was only a matter of time before I got my first dog, and having Moose proved that I could do it. I wanted a male yellow lab, and when I opened the classifieds, there was an ad for just that. I called the number and was told they had one puppy left and it was a first come, first serve sort of deal. Emily and I hopped in the car and drove to their house ASAP.
When we got there, we saw a whole bundle of adorable pups, playing outside on the deck. The family was very nice, and their kids clearly loved each pup dearly. I didn't know which one was the one for me, since many were claimed but yet to be picked up. And then I saw him. My first glimpse, my breath is taken away, and I know, he's the One. A little ball of silky, yellow fur and brilliant blue eyes came running full speed towards me, plowing into and over my lap. A bundle of pure joy and enthusiasm. Shortly after, they pointed out that he was indeed the one available, and by then I was already sold. We drove home with little Leo wiggling all around Emily's car giggling, overjoyed with our new member of "the family".
At first, it was a bit grueling, I won't lie. I grew up with labs, one of which had two litters of puppies, so I was used to all the normal puppy antics. Little steaming puddles and piles for a few weeks until housebroken. Destroyed shoes, furniture, and anything else that matters to you. Leo was quick to be housebroken, but all the destructive tendencies were through the roof. I was told I should kennel train him, which went against all of my instincts and experiences, but I did give it a shot at first. I purchased a huge, supposedly indestructable one that was made out of sturdy material rather than metal. He brought that expensive thing down in a matter of minutes, standing proudly outside of it, tearing at the fallen walls. He was constantly on the go, and for the first month I was sleeping on the couch in the living room with him so we'd be closer to the door for the frequent potty breaks. I remember him finally falling asleep on or beside me, then I would crash and he'd wake me up every hour chewing on my hands. He loved to use those chompers.
One day we came home to the top half cushion of our couch ripped wide open, with white, fluffy stuffing spewed all over the house. Another time he chomped down on a little piece of linoleum and yanked it up, eventually tearing off half of the kitchen floor. He had so much energy and was obviously used to rough housing with his siblings, that he often turned on me with those sharp little teeth. I got my share of cuts and bruises during that time, but it was all worth it. All of it.
As Leo got older, he got bigger, and bigger, and bigger still. But the puppy in him was going nowhere. Now all that energy was packed into a 80 lb and growing monster - flying into my lap full speed was a whole new experience. He stopped attacking me, which was fabulous, and began to use "his voice" more to tell me his thoughts - every thought. WOOF let's go outside, WOOF where is my stick?, WOOF stand up and do something!, WOOF someone opened their car door three houses down! Yes, he is a chatty one, for sure.
But really, he just wants a few simple things and he's happy. He wants to be free and run, and he wants to be around his people. Oh yes, and food. My parent's labs were roamers, but Leo's always been a trustable fellow to stay by your side. I feel so lucky that we have my parent's house 6 miles away with acres of open fields and forest to wander sans leash. There is also a hiking trail on a dirt road closer to where I live that we go, which is beautiful, and we usually have the whole woods to ourselves. Our daily walks are the best medicine for both of us. He has an enormous smile on his face as he bounds around, peeing on everything, and chasing and retrieving sticks. He can find that stick anywhere, he has one powerful nose. We walk and I take in the peaceful views and feed off of his joy, and I know it's time to turn around when his prance gets a little wobbly.
Leo is absolutely a member of the family. We may be a little unorthodox in the way we include him, for instance sleeping in our bed. Two tall humans and one 100 lb dog fills up a queen size bed pretty quick. Every morning he comes up from my feet to my side, lays down and we have a solid 15 minutes of snuggle time. Our ritual comes to an end when he's decided he's had enough and it's time to get up. At four years old now, he's calmed down a lot, and has matured to being one fine gentleman. He's amazing with my husband's kids, so protective and gentle. He's also great with my mom, and is sensitive to her challenges as well. He's a good boy, but there is no hiding the energetic pup within, and I absolutely love that about him.
So..... that brings me back to today. I didn't plan on telling the full story of Leo but that's what happened and I'm glad I did. It's long but worth sharing for all those dog lovers out there that know each animal has their own personality, and to tell you about what's happening for him, for us, right now, wouldn't be complete if you didn't know more about who he really is. Gulp. Here we go.
We found out Leo had a tumor in his left eye. This was all very sudden and out of the blue. He went for a walk with his best buddy, my aunt's terrier Spooky, and as usual they fully pooped themselves out on the farm. Everything was fine that night, he was passed out sleeping, but that's par for the course. In the middle of the night, I woke up and he followed me into the bathroom. His left eye was closed, and in his half asleep stance, I didn't think much of it. Plus, the light was shining on that side. Anyway, I woke up to him, right by my side like as always, and saw that his left eye was still closed, and he was pawing at it. I called the vet right away and they said to come right in.
Meanwhile, this was the first day of Rob's vacation. He took this week off to just get some R & R (he works nights, it's a rough schedule) and do some work around our house. Thank God he did take this week off because I don't know how I could have gone through all of this without him... back to the story.
So we thought it was pink eye or something, but our local vet saw it and said "ok, this is really bad, I don't know which kind of bad, but it's bad". That was the first belly punch of the day. She looked at his eye with magnifying glasses and described what she saw. She thought that something had punctured his eye and there could still be a foreign object in there. She said he still had vision in that eye, but we needed to see an optomologist ASAP to check it all out. They called up to Tufts in MA and told them about us, we were set to go right away.
We drove up to MA talking about it, and I was typically optomistic. Leo was happy, ears flapping in the breeze in the back seat. It was a beautiful day, and as a little family, we were enjoying it together. I wasn't nervous until I walked in the door of the animal hospital. It wasn't long before they examined him and we waited outside for the assistant to retrieve us. She called us in and we met the doctor. I could just tell from the way the assistant talked to us that this wasn't good, and the way the doctor sat and his other assistant stood to the side. They were prepared. Good news comes naturally, people carry themselves different when they have good news. Bad news makes them stiffen up. I could feel it in the air before he said the words "tumor" "cancer" "operate" "remove".....
There it was, layed out for us, our options were down to one, remove his eye. Leo was in the room with us as we got the news and I hated that he had to feel our sadness and hear our terrified, cracking voices asking mumble jumbled questions that didn't come out right. We were speaking Shock English and thankfully the doc was able to translate.
We looked at pictures of dogs that have lost their eye, and it was comforting to see each animal's personality still fully present, one eye and all. We were given the option of a prostetic that would go under the eyelid, but chose not to because they can lead to future infections and problems. Screw that. Who cares if it's a little sunken in? It's my boy's life that I care about. I saw a golden retriever that didn't have the prosthetic and he looked sweet as pie, so I know Leo will too. It's just a little, tenderoni closed eye.
We left him with the kind hearted, sympathetic assistants, after they gave us some alone time with him. From there on it was a blur of emotion and fear.... Not good.
Cancer to me means an unstoppable force that takes over everything. That's what it's done to the people in my life I've loved and lost to it. I was so scared that it had progressed. The doc told us the tumor was very large, that's why they couldn't do just a simple lasor surgery. Uh, the fears were overwhelming. But skipping to the good part, he is free and clear! They did bloodwork, and he's ok. Fuck you, cancer, the good guys won this time!!!!!!!! Yeee haawwww!!!
Leo had his operation yesterday. Last night was a celebration of the good news that he had made it through the operation, everything went as planned, and was resting. I woke to a phone call this morning saying he's ready to be picked up today. They open their doors at 4.
So is it terribly sad that my little love lost his eye? Yes. But I am overjoyed because he's coming HOME and he's going to LIVE many many years of a happy life! I feel so thankful and I know his recovery time will be hard, but we're ready for him. And, though it makes our travels harder, it's snowing, and snow is one of the top things on Leo's love list.
I was a wreck yesterday waiting for the results, and spent hours online researching things and writing to friends. I'd like to thank Angela, Sacred Earth, Crow and Redgirl, Emily, Janet, Jessica and my parents for being there for me, Leo and Rob. I'd also like to thank the creator of this website that I found that was the best medicine possible - a hearty laugh.
Check out CHOMPO the one eyed wonder dog and her amazing tales at www.chompo.com - Chompo lightened my heart and mind yesterday. Thank you Chompo.
Leo is a special guy, he really is. Now he is going to have even more of an impact on the people he meets. "Look at me! Sure, I've only got one eye, but I LOVE LIFE! Let's run! Let's play! Let's smile and love one another! Life is good!".
Thanks for bearing through my long winded tale. I'll be updating you all soon. :)
Monday, March 12, 2007
New Blog
Check out my newest creation, Look See Saw, a blog dedicated to all of the fabulous things, people and creations I find online! I just added my first artist interview. www.lookseesaw.blogspot.com
Friday, March 09, 2007
ACEO Magazine
With great excitement, I can announce this evening that I will be the cover artist for the spring issue of ACEO Magazine! Check out the link here:
http://aceomagazine.com/page3.html
http://aceomagazine.com/page3.html
Commission Complete!
These two canvases are each 36" x 36". It felt SO great to work on a large canvas again, it had been a while. The pictures are a little fuzzy, but I had to share them anyway. I am celebrating with a glass of red wine and the feeling that I can sleep in tomorrow if I want to. Life is good.
A New Freedom
This week I worked on two commission projects. The first one will be documented in the next post.
This one was for a larger version of my original painting called Freedom. I really connect with the woman who commissioned this painting, and we have had some great conversations about mysticism, religion, existence - you name it. That connection to the universe feeling came through when I was painting her new piece, called Freedom II.
Freedom II
Acrylic on 24" x 36" canvas, 2007
Freedom
Acrylic on 20" x 30" canvas, 2006
Still available at www.livefunky.etsy.com
This one was for a larger version of my original painting called Freedom. I really connect with the woman who commissioned this painting, and we have had some great conversations about mysticism, religion, existence - you name it. That connection to the universe feeling came through when I was painting her new piece, called Freedom II.
Freedom IIAcrylic on 24" x 36" canvas, 2007
FreedomAcrylic on 20" x 30" canvas, 2006
Still available at www.livefunky.etsy.com
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Colorfields, Dreamscapes, The Vibrations of Color
Tangerine DreamAcrylic on 8" x 10" canvas, 2007
Crack In The EarthAcrylic on 6" x 6" canvas, 2007
New Paintings
The EggAcrylic on 8" x 8" box canvas, 2007
HoverAcrylic on 6" x 6" box canvas, 2007
Both paintings are available at www.livefunky.etsy.com
I started painting yesterday after a few days break. Once again, the first few hours were "off". Paint, scrape, paint over, get caught up in details, paint over, and round and round it goes until something clicks and I've caught it. Once that happens I'd be a fool to do anything but follow it. I can clean the house tomorrow, right?
These two are the most recent. The others have more of a reduced landscape/Rothko vibe. I'll do a new post for those now.
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