Folk Art – Zen Girl under Rainbow Sky

Painting allows me to visit places and moments I have experienced in the past, and/or hope I can visit someday in the future.  Either way, it allows me to visit right now, in the present moment.  I’m visiting while I sketch it out, while I lay the paint down, every time I look at it afterwards.   I create my paintings in hopes that maybe someone else will look at it, and feel that way too.

While the subjects of my paintings are mostly women and girls – I refer to them all as “girls”… in my whimsical world, we are always youthful inside.  Here is a girl (woman) I just finished for an auction fundraiser.  She is a girl who is feeling off balance… she is a little bit flighty but devoted to her family, work and/or passions – so she tries to do it all, and do it well.  She sees so much beauty in the world around her, but the chaos out there scares her.  She needs to escape from all of that periodically, and find her center.  Here she is, under a rainbow sky.

Zen Girl Print Copy 1 Maybe you’d like her in your home or yoga studio? Prints, pillows and other items will be available and 100% proceeds during October 2014 will be donated to breast health initiatives in Bristol, CT.  Check back or visit the Skyblue Facebook page for information as it becomes available.

xo skyblue

 

 

Ode to Orange… and a Father’s Day Wish

Ode to Orange

Some would argue the best color in town is red, or blue, or green.

Others might say its yellow, pink, or purple… or in between.

But as a self-proclaimed color whisperer, i dare place one color above them all.

Orange, you have won my heart.  When I’m with you, I have a ball!

You are the color of my favorite soda, my favorite scarf, my favorite room.

You’re always warm and cozy, and in the fall you glaze the moon.

You are the color of Hostess cupcakes with that delicate white filling.

When red is too tired, and blue is too blue, you are always willing.

You are the color of so many of the delicious foods we chew.

Carrots, peppers, pumpkins, and Cheetos… just to name a few.

You are gentle when you need to be, always energetic and brave.

You are the color of the sun that brings us each new day.

You feed us, protect us, sooth our soul…   depending on your hue.

Flowers, butterflies, basketballs, and that fruit they named after you.

You’re a fashion diva, a style icon… all the bloggers say so.

You are right at home with any other color of the rainbow.

The love child of red and yellow.  They made magic…  and you were born.

And who could forget, that you are roughly one third of candy corn.

There are some that think you’re crazy, too bold and much too loud.

But there isn’t another color out there that makes me feel more proud.

So now you know my secret, I love you, Orange hue.

Orange you super glad I wrote this little ode to you.

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Mini Ode to My Dad

There’s this guy they call Captain Orange… and everybody knows

that he and Orange go way, way back.  He and Orange are bros.

Captain Orange is my hero, my rock, my heart, my home.

He is the reason that I have been blessed with life.  So no matter where I roam.

He is always there to save the day, even if we are miles apart.

I hear his voice, he holds my hand, he encourages my art.

He’ll say say he didn’t do enough…  he’s a humble, hard-working guy.

But truth be told, he’s the one who taught me how to survive.

I see my dad in every orange sunset, flower or mushroom.

Past the sky… Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  As long as I have Orange, I have you.

xo skyblue

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, TO ALL THE DAD’S!

Living Art: Nicoletta Ceccoli’s Delicious World

One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?

Every time i look at her art it feels like I enter a different world.  If, heaven forbid, someone told me I could never look art again, but they would let me choose one artist that I could still look at and i had to do so within 30 seconds… I would have to say it would be Nicoletta Ceccoli’s art. I can look over and over, and each time I feel like i’m entering a world that i might get lost in.   A world that is dark and terrifying, but so enticing and whimsical there could be no turning back.  If I could eat her art, I would be three thousand pounds.

Enter at your own risk… and sugary delight!

Is there an artist that makes you feel this way?  (writer, poet, dancer, musician…?)

xo skyblue

inspired by the Daily Prompt: Living Art.

‘Still I Rise’ by Maya Angelou

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Rest in peace, Maya Angelou.

Originally posted on A poem for every day:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it…

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Work of Art| Lions and Tigers and Pancakes, OH MY!

… i always mess something up when i do a postaday challenge.  i forget the link, too many tags, this time it was forgetting my #postaday tag.  oh well, here we go again.  If you you’d like to read the post, it’s here! :-)

Weekly Photo Challenge: Work of Art| Lions and Tigers and Pancakes, OH MY!

Mariah painting Tiger

xo skyblue

Weekly Photo Challenge: Work of Art| Lions and Tigers and Pancakes, OH MY!

My niece came to stay overnight last weekend, and we had the nicest time.  At least I did, and I hope that she did.  We don’t have her over often enough, but each time we do I adore her a little more.  I admire her energy, her sense of humor, her maturity, her heart.  I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m a kook… but I don’t care. I am a little kooky. I just like to see her being a kid, and discovering things, and having a good time.

mariah at the lakeOur weekends with her are usually much more active than we are used to, but it is invigorating.  I love how tired I am when she goes home.  She’s like a personal trainer!  LOL.  I love to look back at the pictures of our weekends together.  She really enjoys being with Uncle Wes… playing video games, learning how to chop wood… but I was elated when she asked if she could paint something.  She was hesitant… wasn’t sure what to paint or how to go about it, or even if she wanted to.  But she got past that (with a little nudging) and what emerged was the most beautiful painting.  She has loved tigers since I can remember… now she has one… her own work of art.

Mariah painting TigerShe also made chocolate chip pancakes for us… each one it’s own adorable work of art.

mariahs pancake artWhat artsy types of things do you do with the little one’s (or not so little one’s) in your life?  If you’d like to show us… join the challenge!

xo sky blue

 

 

 

 

Thoughts of Mom and the Matryoshka Dolls

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I am not sure why I keep thinking about them lately, but those little Russian nesting dolls have me captivated lately.  Their faces, colors, little aprons…  I have such a fond, but vague memory of them being in my life somehow when i was small… but i loved them then, and i am so glad to be revisiting my childhood through them.  They make me think of my mom, and that feeling of being little and safe in her care.  I am pretty sure we spent almost every day together until my first day of Kindergarten.  That was not easy… for either one of us.  But she got me on that bus and sent me out into the world, and it was great… Kindergarten had lots of crayons, and snacks!  But it still was never easy, leaving my mom.

me and my mum - sketch

It didn’t get much easier as I left her again and again, for school, life, and marriage… but we will always be part of each other, wherever we go.

That’s what the Matryoshkas remind me of.

xo skyblue

me and my mum.

me and my mum.

* artwork originally posted yesterday in my post: Art is my child. It’s a girl!

* Dolls photographed above can be purchased at worldmarket.com