Mother

Sorry, no posts in a long time. I’ve been working on an assignment for the children’s writing course that I’m studying. This is a new painting though, that I finished last night. I think it’s finished, anyways. I might put some kind of hanging in the background in really dark tones, I’m not sure yet.

I’m also ridiculously exhausted this last week. My daughter, who was weaned off of her night feedings, is no longer. She’s waking up every hour or two all night to nurse, and I can’t seem to wean her. I’m at my wits end! I also have no energy to do
much of anything, let alone paint.

Well, I’m sure it will get better soon.
Signing off for now.

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More on Plastics!

This is the painting I mentioned last night, it is a study for a flamenco dancer that I hope to do a bigger painting of. It only took an hour and a half, not really a finished work, but a plan…

I’m still on this no plastic kick. Well, this is for life, this no plastic kick. I vow to not buy any more products where my food comes in contact with any dangerous plastic. Today I bought fresh cow’s milk, from a farmer, and even made my own butter from the cream that was on it. It’s so easy!!! It only took about ten minutes…Voila…butter. Add a little salt and it tastes perfect. Anyways, I’m rambling. I’m furious because today I found out the sippy cup that I’ve been giving my daughter for the last year, has PVC in it, a totally toxic plastic, and a water jug I’ve been using for probably a year has it as well. I got this info from a site called http://www.pcvfree.org.

PVC – The Poison Plastic

PVC (polyvinyl chloride) plastic, commonly referred to as vinyl, is one of the most hazardous consumer products ever created. PVC is dangerous to human health and the environment throughout its entire life cycle, at the factory, in our homes, and in the trash. Our bodies are contaminated with poisonous chemicals released during the PVC lifecycle, such as mercury, dioxins, and phthalates, which may pose irreversible life-long health threats. When produced or burned, PVC plastic releases dioxins, a group of the most potent synthetic chemicals ever tested, which can cause cancer and harm the immune and reproductive systems.
Why are the companies out there allowed to sell this stuff?!! It blows my mind! I’ve been unwittingly poisoning my family and it’s almost impossible to avoid. It should be illegal to sell this stuff…I mean, they’re killing babies and they don’t even care! I feel like yelling and screaming and lawsuits! But what can we, the public do? Just protect ourselves. I’m only using glass, and wax paper and paper bags now. So what for the inconvenience. Now that I know, now that I have the information, how could I possibly keep on giving these things to my family. I hope everybody on the planet figures this out, and gets this information, and decides to not buy plastic anymore. http://www.pcvfree.org has a petition you can sign to send Target stores, as a plea to get them to phase out PVC. Many stores, such as Wal-mart, Toyota, Nike and Victoria’s Secret have already made this promise, but Target is lagging behind. I signed it, I hope everybody that reads this post will,too.

BE HAPPY!!


I am painting new pictures, really! I just keep forgetting to photograph them in the daylight. Last night I did one of a flamenco dancer, an 8×10 study for a larger painting. I’ll try to post it tomorrow.
The picture for tonight is one of my old favorites, one of my Dad. I chose this one because my blog tonight is about happiness, and he just looks so happy in this picture, it is how I usually think of him.

This is a quote from the Baha’i Faith. It is so true!
“When a man turns his face towards God, he finds sunshine everywhere. Be Happy! Be Happy! Be full of Joy! Joy gives us wings! In times of joy or strength is more vital, our intellect keener, and our understanding less clouded. We seem better able to cope with the world and to find our sphere of usefulness. ~Abdul-Baha~
~and here’s another~
Happy the soul that shall forget his own good, and like the chosen ones of God, vie with his fellows in service to the good of all; until, strengthened by the blessings and perpetual confirmations of God, he shall be empowered to raise this mighty nation up to its ancient pinnacles of glory, and restore this withered land to sweet new life, and as a spiritual springtime, array those trees which are the lives of men with the fresh leaves, the blossoms and fruits of consecrated joy.

My wish is for everyone on the planet to be happy. If we were all happy, there would be no war. I know, I sound Pollyanna, naive, like a child…but is it so impossible?? I wish it wasn’t, so goodnight and be happy!

The Problem with Plastic

This is my new image for the night, it’s called “Riches”. I was fascinated with the way the light came through the marble and illuminated little flecks of red on the shell. It was pretty quick painting. A study, really.
Strangely enough, though, my blog tonight isn’t about art, it’s more along the family lines. I’ve been worried a lot about my kids lately. My son’s got a high fever today,
and it really got me thinking about what kind of world they are going to grow up in. I keep hearing of all these cases of little babies and young children having cancer, and I find it terrifying. Why? Why so young? What are we doing that is making these little ones sick? I’ve come across a lot of things. I mean there’s the obvious things, chemicals, bad air quality, etc…but what about closer to home, and I have found more and more articles about the dangers of plastic. Did you know that plastic coats the inside of tin cans, juice boxes, take-out cups, milk jugs. 90% of the things we buy at the supermarket have some form of plastic in, on or around them.
I found a lot of good information on a site called lifewithoutplastic.com. It explains a lot about the different forms of plastic, and how dangerous they are. Today I threw out all of my Teflon frying pans, baking dishes, and bagged up all of my tupperware. I am, as of now, making a resolution to not buy products that have plastic in them that will touch my food or drink.

Where does the time go?


Waiting ~ 18″ x 24″ original oil on gallery wrapped canvas $650.00 CAN


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Where does the time go? And why do I so rarely get anything I want to get done, done?
My baby is already almost 17 months old! My boy is already in Pre-school, and I remember Grad as if it were last week! All of my goals still seem so far away, though. It’s like chasing a rainbow. It is so visible, but when you think you’ve almost got to it, it’s another mile off. Hmmm…It’s not that I’m discouraged. It’s just that time, time, it’s just not tangible anymore. It races and the day is finished before I can even get caught up to it. Is this what aging is like? You still think you’re twenty, but time has gotten so far ahead of your mind that you’re actually forty? Well, questioning, and computering, aren’t getting me anywhere tonight, so I’ll leave you with an older painting, just to show something. This one’s called “Waiting.” If she only knew, not to be impatient.
I really am going to paint tomorrow.
Goodnight.

In the Shadow of Greatness


In the Shadow of Greatness ~ 6″ x 8″ original oil on canvas panel $60.00


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Someone forwarded this to me the other day. It made me smile, and it is so true.

Before I was a Mom I never learned the words to a lullaby.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom I had never been:
Puked on.
Pooped on.
Drooled on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple little grin.
I never sat up for hours watching a baby sleep.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom

Rhiannon and I

No new paintings to post today. I did get one finished last night, but not photographed. I’ll put it on tomorrow I guess. I just had a really great day with kids and friends today. It seems like I have so little time to just…do nothing. I mean, not cleaning, not cooking, not painting…just to be, socialize, play with my children.
My 4 year old son actually said to my husband today, “Dad, I talk to mom sometimes too, you know.”
LOL! My goodness…I really need to play more. I’ve been so focused on getting time to paint that I’ve been not playing with my little people enough, so today, and yesterday, we had fun. Here’s a painting I did a little while ago of my daughter and I, playing. My son was snapping pictures of us and he got a great one.

When I Grow Up


When I Grow Up ~ 6″ x 8″ original oil on canvas panel $60.00 CAN


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Here’s my new painting for tonight. When I scattered the blueberries on the table, they looked like they were following the plum…it reminded me of the Pied Piper…LOL! This one’s for sale on Ebay, you can click on the link below and it will take you straight to my auctions.
Gotta go work on my painting for tomorrow’s post before I fall down from exhaustion.
Goodnight all.

How to be an Artist


Three’s Company ~ 6″ x 8″ original oil on canvas panel $60.00 CAN


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Here’s the final tomato picture. It’s called “Three’s Company.” I really had fun painting these tomatoes. Still life is very new to me and I enjoyed actually being able to see what I was painting instead of trying to decipher what was in the photograph!
Here’s an inspirational blurb that I really love. It’s from a poster I have by SARK. It makes me smile and chuckle every time I read it.
HOW TO BE AN ARTIST

Stay loose. Learn to watch snails. Plant impossible gardens. Invite someone dangerous to tea. Make little signs that say yes and post them all over your house. Make friends with freedom and uncertainty. Look forward to dreams. Cry during movies. Swing as high as you can on a swingset, by moonlight. Cultivate moods. Refuse to be “responsible”. Do it for love. Take lots of naps. Give money away. Do it now, the money will follow. Believe in magic. Laugh a lot. Celebrate every gorgeous moment. Take moonbaths. Have wild imaginings, transformative dreams, and perfect calm. Draw on the walls. Read every day. Imagine yourself magic. Giggle with children. Listen to old people. Open up. Dive in. Be free. Bless yourself. Drive away fear. Play with everything. Entertain your inner child. You are innocent. Build a fort with blankets. Get wet. Hug trees. Write love letters.
~SARK~

Three’s A Crowd


Three’s a Crowd ~ 6″ x8″ original oil on canvas panel $60.00 CAN


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Here’s the next in my tomato trilogy.
I have no words of wisdom tonight. My bed is calling me.
Ciao.