As my pursuit of creating art digitally is expanding I googled, "Top Digital Artists" today. This guy came up! If you have time, it's a beautiful, short, multiple-award winning film about this 97 year-old artist, his life and art. Enjoy!
The lovely poem Hal mentions (below) is by New Jerseyan, Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
One of my favorite verses is “And we have known and believed the love God has for us. God is love.” I John 4:16. Knowing and believing God's love remains a lifelong pursuit of mine. It was the love of God that brought my husband, Evan into my life in 2006 at the age of 41. Inscribed on our wedding bands is “God is love, 1 John 4:8” along with our wedding date, 6/30/07.
A friend recently shared this amazing quote with me from Mark DeJesus’ book, Exposing the Rejection Mindset,
“What if you knew your were fully loved,
"The Capital was designed in the American Renaissance style by Philadelphia architect Joseph Huston, who envisioned the building as a 'Palace of Art'." (Text from brochure)
View from the gallery of the House Chamber, featuring the 35 feet square mural, "The Apotheosis of Pennsylvania" by Edwin Austin Abbey
"Architect John Huston borrowed the Capital Rotunda's features from the Paris Opera House, including the Grand Staircase and three-tiered gallery."
In 1902 Violet Oakley was the first woman artist to receive a large commission for adorning a capitol building in the United States. Her incredible forty-three murals (created over 25 years) are breathtaking!
'This is the handsomest building I ever saw.'"
B E A U T I F U L ...
She calls this poem “The Gift Wrap & The Jewel“. The words are printed below.
I looked in the mirror and what did I see?
But a little old lady peering back at me.
With bags and sags and wrinkles and wispy white hair
And I asked my reflection, "How did you get there?
You once were straight and vigorous
And now you’re stooped and weak.
When I tried so hard to keep you from becoming an antique!"
My reflection’s eyes twinkled and she solemnly replied,
"You’re looking at the gift wrap and not the jewel inside,
A living gem and precious of unimagined worth,
Unique and true, the real you, the only you on earth.
The years that spoil your gift wrap with other things more cruel
Should purify and strengthen and polish up that jewel.
So focus your attention on the inside, not the out,
On being kinder, wiser, more content and more devout.
Then when your gift wrap’s stripped away
Your jewel will be set free, to radiate God’s glory throughout eternity."
by Susan Witmer Miller
Guilty you say? You think 'twas me?
I'm as innocent as can be--
Waiting patiently here for you
To play like you usually do.
Chewed the couch? You think I'd do that?
I suggest that you ask the cat.
He's been acting guilty today.
Look for him in his hide-a-way.
No, this isn't my guilty look.
I'm just posing for your next book.
Get out your pencils and you pen.
Write a scene and then draw me in.
I’d love to hear from you.
Books / Writing
Central New York
Dad New Hyde Park
Dad - New Hyde Park
Little Red Riding Hood
New Projects Collages
New Projects - Collages
New York City
Nj Scbwi 2010 Conference
Snow / Ice
Snow / Ice
Swayze Mill Park
Swayze Mill Pond
Tall Ships Celebration 2010
Tribute To Mom
Valley Shepherd Creamery
Work In Progress