Sketching faces for Towers and Turrets. Why the Alice theme you may be asking???? Thank Johnny Depp for that. Does he not possess THE most gorgeous face (well second most gorgeous, next to my Jake) !!!!!!
Keith by the way, another favorite. OMG these alluring free spirits......must they move me so!!!!!
who's still................. loving those '"BAD" boys.
Writing from my soul
It's been awhile, I know. The hours in the days have seamlessly melded into weeks as I continue to enjoy the simpler things in life. Family, friends, new babies to cuddle, creativity. Freshly made Pizza's, my cousins homemade pastries, laughter, and even a few tears..... mostly those that come from joy.
I'll share todays journaling here, with you. Rather than a sketch, I wrote....(it's actually more of a prayer) which I often times do, and more often than not, it takes on a life of it's own. hmmmmmm
Seasons of my Life
Nearing the end of summers youth I learn,
I’ve blossomed, grown.
I’ve eagerly turned my face towards the sun.
Smiling eyes, wide open. My flesh-exchanging fragrances with that of the earth. Inhaling, exhaling... each breath with unabashed greed.
Now, joyfully approaching the next cycle, I begin
the third quadrant of my well seasoned life.
In essence, similar to that of a freshly made dough. Able to rest gently inside a lovingly carved wooden bowl, rising slowly, like a beautiful harvest moon.
The Fall of my life, the rise of my life, the rest of my life.
Full, round, resplendent in it’s glow, casting prayer and praise, while feeding multitudes through intention.
Yet... like the grand Oak tree, I watch in awe as my leaves, still saturated with life, flutter to the ground, hugging at it’s roots. Exposing vein like limbs that tremble with excitement...while colors change from vibrant green to red. From gold, and russet to violet, then, finally, skeletal silver. Imitating the glistening gray silken strands of hair reflecting back those same colors~like a mirror to the soul.
In the vulnerability of those naked branches I come to know God.
And yes, through the weather of life, I remain. From clay, to dust,
my spirit safely nurtured inside the immortality of my soil, experiencing divinity. Infinitely - as intended.
Breathing love in accordance with nature, mankind, spirit, and the million other forms we do not yet recognize as one with the other.
I bare it all, resplendent. Moving between solace and anticipation.
Understanding how much more there is;
even unto my winter, and thereafter.
Gloria Martin 8/29/2010
Nearing the end of summers youth I learn,
I’ve blossomed, grown.
I’ve eagerly turned my face towards the sun.
Smiling eyes, wide open. My flesh-exchanging fragrances with that of the earth. Inhaling, exhaling... each breath with unabashed greed.
Now, joyfully approaching the next cycle, I begin
the third quadrant of my well seasoned life.
In essence, similar to that of a freshly made dough. Able to rest gently inside a lovingly carved wooden bowl, rising slowly, like a beautiful harvest moon.
The Fall of my life, the rise of my life, the rest of my life.
Full, round, resplendent in it’s glow, casting prayer and praise, while feeding multitudes through intention.
Yet... like the grand Oak tree, I watch in awe as my leaves, still saturated with life, flutter to the ground, hugging at it’s roots. Exposing vein like limbs that tremble with excitement...while colors change from vibrant green to red. From gold, and russet to violet, then, finally, skeletal silver. Imitating the glistening gray silken strands of hair reflecting back those same colors~like a mirror to the soul.
In the vulnerability of those naked branches I come to know God.
And yes, through the weather of life, I remain. From clay, to dust,
my spirit safely nurtured inside the immortality of my soil, experiencing divinity. Infinitely - as intended.
Breathing love in accordance with nature, mankind, spirit, and the million other forms we do not yet recognize as one with the other.
I bare it all, resplendent. Moving between solace and anticipation.
Understanding how much more there is;
even unto my winter, and thereafter.
Gloria Martin 8/29/2010
I dedicate this to my Aunt Gladys, who just yesterday journeyed a peaceful transition from this world into the next. During that miraculous space in time, she touched my soul, even in the absence of my conscious knowledge, as I sat writing this piece~ peace~ prayer..
Fuego #2 in series
I have been invited to participate in an Artists Trading Card swap, and am leaning towards this one as my contribution, with still more handwork to be applied, for additional dimension.
*The two backgrounds above....."Reflections", and "Conversations with God" are my own.
piece; which I donated to the Pink Artists Charity event. I've recycled it to fit into this digital collage - that still needs tons of work.....aside from the obvious feathering of edges ;-))
The wings and the background stage textures are from Flickr, thanks to Playing with brushes. Thank you PWB xoxo
Gitana 2
I scanned my Gitana mixed media painting into the PSE8 program. I then applied layers with background textures, some brushwork, levels, and the doge tool to create a burned and aged edge to the piece.
The background layers are courtesy of Shadowhouse Creations, as follows....
Anarchy 2
Cracked Mask
The frame was found on Flickr.....one which I failed to label. So sorry about that, but thank you sincerely.
*Most importantly.!.!..!. I must remember to include the names of those most generous artisans who lend their free backgrounds on Flickr. Unfortunately when I download them, that information is not automatically saved. I have to remember to go back, find each, and label. I become so deeply involved during the creative process, so much so that my organizational skills, and protocol are completely forgotten. Ooops :-/
Therefore, since the window and the clock are not originally mine: My sincerest appreciation to ALL who took the time to share. I will find you, and share with you what I've done with your art.
SUNday
FYI....Marie Otero is offering her Digital Magic class again in August. For those of you who missed this first one.......... I would recommend you RUN, not walk to sign up. She presents an overabundance......(I mean that in the highest of compliments) of knowledge, techniques, and her undivided personal attention, during this 6 week session.
As for myself, I have no doubt that this newly acquired form of expression will open many creative doors for me.
My dear girl,
are you the Lion or the Lamb???? Well, my daughter has finally dragged me into the Vampire craze. I've only just begun to read the first book, Twilight. I'm quite sure I will NOT become a TWI-hard, but it's a good read just before turning out the lights.
Wouldn't you know ~ during my journal sketching I channeled something/someone, from Forks, and here she is in all her splendor......."My dear girl"
Wouldn't you know ~ during my journal sketching I channeled something/someone, from Forks, and here she is in all her splendor......."My dear girl"
Wall Flower
It is in actuality, as reminded to me ~ by a new friend, the most ancient, and primitive form of language. So whether it be good art, or bad art, what's most valuable, is that the creator is communicating to their very own soul in this universal, omnipotent tongue . Personal, and social judgment mostly falls away. The cherry on top of all of this.......the 'humble' possibility that....someday, somewhere, someone will interpret, reinterpret, understand and be inspired by sharing in these personal, simple renderings done in pencil with a bit of color...."stories."
"HIStory,.....HERstory, then and now, parallel messengers.
Of late, I've been blessed with the opportunity to begin learning more modern technology through my friends on the Internet, and oh my.....what a world it has opened up to me. Thank you all!!!
In any event....... here's more evidence of yesterdays visual "soul" conversations with myself.
Oh, and these sketches are drawn directly into my journal book, then scanned from there, and enhanced using those same original, unedited images. Again, primitive in method, but that's how I like it as well.
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