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.

5 Ways to be More Creative


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Three of a Kind ~ 6″ x 8″ original oil on canvas panel $60.00 CAN


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I finally got some photos taken of the paintings I’ve been working on this week. I did a series of three tomato paintings and this is the first.
It’s called “Three of a Kind”. If you want to see the rest, you’ll have to come back tomorrow.

~Whatever you dream you can do or dream you can, begin it;
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.~
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Whew, finally, the kids are asleep. Blissful silence. I long for this part of the day. The quiet hours. I don’t get enough of them. In fact, I think I get less sleep because I try to cram so much into these few hours before exhaustion forces me to my bed. For many of us, it’s the only time to create. Do you ever have creative blocks though, those days (or nights) when nothing will come, no matter how much you want it to? Personally, I have few. My creative stumbling blocks come from an over-stimulated mind, too many things to paint…so little time…which one first…
Well, here are a few ideas to get you kick-started.

1. CONNECT WITH YOUR “INNER ARTIST” – That part of you that’s naturally exuberant and joyful. Approach your art as child’s play. Make mistakes…on purpose. Laugh.
Make a picture with your kids’ crayons, or markers or lipstick. Dive at the page…scribble…make a mess. Then start. Defile the blank page, or canvas, don’t let it intimidate you.
2. START LOOKING: No, really looking. How often do we actually notice the details?
What color was the “Starbuck’s” lady’s shirt, or even better, her eyes? Walk into a room and look at the details. Actually see the flowers on the table, the way the lilies curl, how the shadows are kind of blue. Then, close your eyes and try to remember. Do this several times a day, and it’s guaranteed that you will start to remember the details more and more often. This really helps when you’re trying to paint from photos and you just can’t quite see what’s in that shadow, or in that blurry background. You can think back to what it was like when you took the picture and the details will come back to you.
3. CHALLENGE YOUR INNER CRITIC: Ignore the nagging voices that tell you you’re no good at this, you can’t paint. Who do you think you are, trying to play guitar. Musicians, artists, never make it…and so on and so on. They might be our mother, our father, our University college professor, or just our own insecure doubter. Don’t give them any credit, or they’ll steal your power. Instead, say, “Oh yeah, I’ll show you what I can do! And do it…CREATE! Because that is what we are meant to do.
4. IDENTIFY FEARS – There can be fears just under the surface of every choice we make. Fear of being rejected keeps us from asking someone to join us for coffee. Fear of failure keeps us from starting or finishing a new project. Name one fear that’s guiding your actions today. Write a poem about it, or a song, or draw a picture. Now, identify one small step towards the action you’ve been afraid to do and commit to when you’ll do it. If the action is small enough to be done in two minutes or less – do it today!
5. PLAY WITH YOUR CHILDREN: Look at the world through their eyes, as something to be discovered and explored. Experience things as if it were the very first time. Wail on that guitar, even if you don’t know a song. Do some finger paintings, just to remember what it feels like. Sing at the top of your lungs, just to feel the joy of singing. Walk in a puddle without your shoes and socks, just to feel the mud squishing between your toes. It helps you get in touch with your senses, and your kids will think you’re great, too.

Well, I hope these help.

Goodnight all.
Tahirih

exhausted ramblings


Hunger ~ 8″ x 10″ original oil on gallery wrapped canvas $385.00 CAN SOLD

Well, I started this blog with great intentions of painting every day…and still, nothing new to show anyone. KIDS!!!I’m so tired tonight. I did finish off a couple of my new paintings that need a few little touch ups, so maybe some pictures tomorrow. Now it’s 9:30 and I don’t have the energy to start another. I’m also having painter’s block…not from a lack of ideas but from too many ideas. I have stacks of photos, tons of ideas, and I just can’t choose. Maybe I’m just too tired today.
I’m going to post another painting, though, another recent one. I actually sold this one one Ebay last week. I sent it off today, I will miss her. Her name is Chantal. She is an orphan from the orphanage in Pemba, Africa, that my sister in law goes on mission to every year.
I’m going to sign off now.
Goodnight, all.