Tuesday, April 27, 2010


Hello world, this is a tiny little horse. Have you seen this yet? Absolutely adorable. Just newborn and in the Guinness book as the smallest horse alive. Just bumped the previous one. His name is 'Einstein' and he is only 14" tall from the ground to the top of his head. Precious. I had a toy-miniature poodle once, she was 12" at shoulders, even she was taller! Mommy, can I have one? As if. He is just my size horse.

Saturday, April 24, 2010


And they say, there ain't no angels or miracles. (I know, bad English, it's for a purpose)
Well, read the story on yahoo. Our pets are learning new behaviors, and passing them in their genes. Stories like these are popping up quite frequently.

Thursday, April 22, 2010


This the picture I drew to go with that entry. Dolls that I like, but not ones I really have. Just to show the variety that I collect.

Sunday, April 18, 2010


After I had found the pastel of the green horses, I started to try to remember 'why' I made green. so, today I looked up Marc. And rediscovered why. Marc worked in red, blue and yellow mainly. To each of those basic he gave a meaning. Blue for man, yellow for woman, and red,for the violence in the world. That's why I used green. He never did. Besides green to me means Life and harmony.
Green is my favorite color. Also, pink and rose. But, that is a separate story.
Franz in a fit of patriotism, joined the German Army, sent of to the trenches of Verdun, WWI, and was promptly killed. Great loss. He was German. There had been an order of excuse, didn't get sent off in time.

Saturday, April 17, 2010


We have moved so many times over the years, things become shuffled around, mislaid, misplaced, lost and forgotten. I have done two, or three past blogs on this subject. I'm always finding forgotten things.
Well, last week I was poking through my stock piled art supplies, and good grief, where did this come from. It was a VERY old art tablet of pastel paper. There are only three pieces in it. And two are dated; 1961, the other; 1962. My horses are the lighter weight horses, instead of the farm horses , Marc used. All of the subjects are , yes, Horses. My 'Franz Marc' period. I really was taken by both his art style and subject. I especially preferred his horses. Although all of his animals compositions are favorites. Later on I found and purchased an art book, all in color of all his works. Wonderful book. I sold it long ago when I needed some money. Didn't get a good price for it though. That was before the Internet and eBay. Nowadays, it would be way beyond anything I could afford.
Anyway, I found the tablet with the pastels, well, two pastel, one ink. I really haven't done anything like them since. Maybe I will again now. I'll have to borrow a book from the library, rather than buy my own.
Here are the green horses. I had done what I wanted to with them.

Thursday, April 15, 2010


I had forgotten about this design I had made back in 2004. I was designing paper dolls for my own amusement. Rather than make one doll with lots of costumes. I just drew a figure already dressed.
The art style I drew my influence from the Art Deco era. I had just sort of rediscovered it , from gleaning through the collectible postcard category on the online aution site. I was especially inspiredby the artist, Chiostri. Charmimg and lovely ladies and the art style.
I think I drew about 50 different figures . I'll have to count and find out. It was 6 years ago.
I have a box full that I printed, painted and cut out.
So, anyway, this Flora was drawn before I remembered the Primavera Flora.


A few years ago, my good friend who is into dolls too. Asked, why do I like dolls?
Good question. Her husband, after all these years, had asked her that question. I told her at that time, That I had no idea. I just am very attracted to them. So, since then, I have mulled over that question. Trying to find out just why.
The following essay, is as close as I can get for now.
I collect dolls. I love dolls. Dolls, dolls, dolls. They are they epitome of the ideal lady. Or children. Depending on the dolls you admire the most. I much prefer the representations of adult lady dolls. They have beautiful faces, beautiful clothes, and most of all, they have lovely smiles. Where the land of dolls resides and dolls come from, they always project happiness and congeniality. The dolls are cheerful and always smile. a land of fantasy where everyone is nice, and are good to each other. No jealousy, no envy, no spite. A cherished doll is loved, and does love back. the is a true charm of a doll. No criticism, no judgement. Just acceptance as we are.
DOLLS are dreams. They are faithful, loyal companions. never do they say hurtful things, neither do they gossip. Each doll is unique and has her own being, yet, at the same time be our Avatars, our other self. When we play, our own lives project on how we treat our dolls. By treating our dolls and toys with respect, we therefore can learn to be respectful to real people and all living beings. Dolls are our first best friends.
Having a doll with lots of clothing, children learn about style and dress. What is appropriate for different occasions. What color enhances or detracts our complexion.
Having a doll with lots of clothing was a dream of mine as a child. I didn't get until I was an adult and made my own. With 35 changes. Plus hats, shoes and accessories. Hand knitted stockings made by me.
A doll collector loves dolls for many reasons. But, they are an appreciation of art, beauty and gracefulness of the better things in life.
Grace, as in style, good manners.
Besides: " The Study Of Dolls Is The Study Of Human History". And that direction can help us better understand the whys of the human condition.
That is the slogan of the UFDC. Great organization.
This affliction also covers, art, science, history, commerce, textiles, crafts.
I came to that consideration later. Mostly, I love dolls, because they are 'Pretty' and I love beauty in all it's forms.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010


This one of my Photo suite creations. They only exist in my computer. A few years ago I became intrigued and created about 200 of these. Then I became sidetracked and lost my inspiration and I haven't done any since, until now.
The flower part is an abstraction of a photo sent to me from my friend. She's doing photography now. And one of her subjects are flowers. This is a Gerber Daisy. Cartooned, colored and the background put in. Sort of a cross between Georgia O'Keeffe and Mondrian.

Saturday, April 10, 2010


Since the butterfly is one of my totems, I decided to look up something about the symbolism connected with it. Well, I must say. That was an adventure! It all depends on what country and culture you come from. And the meanings are all quite personal, which I had already surmised.
As it stands, as with any personal beliefs, choose whatever you feel fits.
Butterflies and birds are free,
to fly at will, and to be,
not bound to earth,
like you and me.
A symbol of:
lightness of being.
carefree joy.
makes a little gold bell,
in my heart to ring.
A moment in time to be remembered. I have only felt it one time in my life. A moment, without pain, detached briefly from all my pain in my heart and soul. The feeling was so alien, I wondered what was going on. What is this? Then I gave thought to what we did that week.
And, my goodness, this is what true happiness is? What it feels like?
I felt it that one time. I remember the feeling even now, even though I have not felt that special kind of feeling again.
Life came back on me. No true joy again. Sometimes I cannot even take a breath, it crushes so.
So, that's why I make pictures of young girls dancing with butterflies, the memory of that, one moment, one day.


Wednesday, April 7, 2010


Iris, goddess of the rainbow. Iris do come in a myriad of colors. And many styles. Love them. This the first bloom this year. There are two stems this year.
I do have a couple more, over against the north wall. But, maybe will bloom later. They did last year. Such a pretty color too. A sort of pale lavender-blue and ruffled.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


I haven't been writing or sewing lately. Or even reading, although I did order about six books on the Renaissance from the library. I have five, waiting for the sixth.
What I have been doing, is some drawing. Just nice pieces about the the joy of youth.
I have already put up the butterfly one. The one this time. is my take on Flora from the Primavera painting by Botticelli. Always liked that picture. Always wanted to do my own version. Finally did.
My take is of Spring as the maiden, not the burgeoning Matron. The freshness of new flowers, the green meadows. She coming home with a lap full of wildflowers to make sachets for the clothespress. or whatever.
I am working on a colored one. I will put it when it's finished.
She was really fun to draw.

Saturday, April 3, 2010


Such a lovely day to be dancing across a meadow, blythe and carefree . A brief interlude.
always and ever, chasing a bit of happiness, where ever one can find it in this mixed up world.