I love to paint. It relaxes me. I have so many ideas swimming in my head that I can't sleep. I am focusing on watercolor now. Bright colors combined with memories of my crazy life. I don't paint flowers but I paint everything else...
I’m following this artist in New York named Hansel and her business is hanselclothing.com on Instagram. I love her work. I reached out to her and asked a few questions. I told her I was going to try to do the same. So I went looking for slightly used denim jackets ( I believe in recycling) and began painting.
I’m grabbing only women’s jackets and in a variety of sizes. I’m off to a good start. This is my winter project. They are available for purchase now or in the spring at the Wood Station in Ocnomowoc.
I am always asked if the garment can be washed. Yes. Turn the jacket wrong side out on gentle cycle. Don’t put in the dryer let it line dry. Do not iron directly on the painted area.
I have added a hand painted (yes by me) wood disk that serves as a gift tag. Just a fun little extra, plus a card on the bio of the artist and the painting that is on the back.
Jackets are available for $85. If interested or have questions leave me a message.
So when you are entertaining grandkids it is important to engage them in low cost activities. Low cost like rock painting. First you find the perfect rocks. (We do discuss the merits of what makes a perfect rock.) We then have to wash all of the rocks we gathered. A good and long scrub is necessary to get all of the dirt off. It did seem I was doing more of the heavy scrubbing.
Once dried, we had to decide what design should we paint. You have to stare at a rock for a while before you can determine what it is destined to be. Can take a lot of time. ❤️ We painted a lot of rocks this summer and fall. Grandma learned that she needs to buy more cheap brushes and hide the good ones. 🤪 Rocks are hard on brushes or maybe it’s the dried on paint that gets them.
I was recently looking around my art studio and I saw a pile of leftover rocks. I decided I should paint a few. I still have many rocks left over. Maybe I should line them up over the tv and stare at them a while. It’s important that grandma stays busy too. ❤️
I was commissioned to paint a painting for a traveling nurse that worked with my youngest son. Thank God for people who take these traveling assignments to fill a need. As I write this she has been reassigned and is now working in Rhode Island. That’s along way from here.
I was thinking about her as I painted. I don’t know her and never even meet her. So how does she fare traveling from hospital to hospital during a pandemic. It seems lonely to me. It seems hard. Right now we have fear and anger running through America. Angry that this pandemic is going on so long. Angry we are forced to change our habits that we really have no desire to change but have too. Some are afraid of dying from this virus and some are afraid to even admit to that fear.
It’s my first pandemic too. I watch the news until I can’t. I puzzle over what I can do to work toward solutions. As this young nurse travels what does she see? How do others treat her? Does she see that most people are compassionate? Does she love? Does she truly feel valued for the work she is doing? Actions really do speak louder then words.
I wonder that since she is only working “temporarily” do people reach out to include her this holiday season. Or do they think it isn’t worth the effort she will be gone soon? Does human kindness come with timeframes? Only if you are here in my life 6 months from now will I bother to even know your last name. I like to think that isn’t true. Kindness to others is free.
It’s like the classic movie “It’s a Wonderful Life”. None of us knows the impact we have on others. When we do acts of kindness without rewards we are showing our best selves. Our children see this, the neighbors see this and even the person who doesn’t know your name sees this. Kind acts make me smile. It makes my heart burst. I feel like a better human when I reach out to another. Maybe that kindness is part of the solution.
This painting is a gift to her sister. I wish I knew the story that goes with this turkey. I do know one thing; I really know how to paint leaves now!!!