So I’m looking around my art studio (aka basement) and I see all this art. What I see is art that is ok, but not awesome. How can I make my art better? I decided to do some revamping. Revamping has been fun. I’m still working on additional pieces to change. Stay tuned.
So when you see a photo of a baby chick and know nothing about it’s breed that doesn’t keep me from falling in love. This cute chick looks like she’s making her first adventure out of the henhouse. I remember my first time adventuring out on my own for the first time. I was 18.
It’s a right of passage to leave the family home and go out into the world not knowing if you have enough money, furniture or smarts to make it on your own. I had furniture but food mainly consisted of frozen peas cooked with a lot of butter. (I still love that.)
I managed money poorly and trusted others who I should not have trusted. I stumbled and got back up. I make dumb decisions that I learned from. My lack of understanding the adult world never physically harmed me or others. I am so thankful for that simple fact.
This baby chick doesn’t know where danger lurks and it will take a little luck and the other hens to keep her safe. I love her looks of determination. She’s going to be just fine.
Special thanks to “littlefarminthewoods” on Instagram for giving me permission to paint from their photo.
9”x20”x2.5” acrylic canvas – $100 plus real cost of shipping
So difficult to listen to the news these past few months whether it is national or local it’s hard. There is far more reporting on conflicts and violence then messages of peace. I know there is anger and frustration in people’s hearts right now, but I can’t be angry all day, every day. It’s not healthy to be that angry as a norm for my soul. Art helps to calm me. Not just the art that I paint but also the art works of others. Art tells the audience what is important to the artist. It is our voice when no one is listening.
Mourning doves are called birds of peace. Did you know that? In 1971 the mourning dove was named the state bird of peace in Wisconsin. When mourning doves sing their song it makes me think of my grandparents. It’s a soothing and loving sound to my ears.
So painting birds of peace is a healing action to me. While I paint I think about the world I am living in. I think about change. We need to treat each other better. We need to listen more then we talk. We need to be a better “me”. We need to want to open hearts and minds to each other in order to grow as human beings.
I want to be better. I want to do better. I want to live my values. I want to be stronger for me. I want to learn from my mistakes. I want to be a blessing in the life of others. I will learn from you and I hope you learn from me.
Have a blessed day and find your peace.