Last Sunday morning on my beach walk, I was lucky enough to see this magnificent blue heron AND I had a camera with me. Thankfully, the bird stood still long enough for me to get this shot. Photo edited in Aperture.
Texture Tuesday's theme this week is flowers - oh no - I don't do flowers - hmmm...what to do. Inspiration - add a flower to the blue heron photo. What do you think - does that work?
A couple of years ago, I had the opportunity to see this painting at the Prado in Madrid. (I have seen it in books before and always admired it.) I made a quick sketch and thought it would be interesting to make a small wall hanging.
The background, ocean waves and sea nymph's hair made using a Janome Expression felting machine. Purell method of image transfer for fish; hand painted face; machine applique, beads, sequins, free motion machine quilted. This piece measures 21 x 21.
As soon as I got to the beach, it started to rain. I had my camera and took the time to take a few pictures before heading back home. (I admit it - I'm a weenie when it comes to lightning. We have lots of lightning when it rains here and I take no chances.)
We're experimenting with black and white editing in Beyond Layers.
This is my black and white edit...using Aperture filters
My copy of "HTW Praxis - Gesund leben & kreativ gestalten" arrived in the mail yesterday. It's a wonderful magazine. I am happy to share the article about me and my work. The interview was sometime ago - I'd almost forgotten about it!
I do not speak German, but happily my interview in the magazine article is translated into English.
Truly and I are feeling nostalgic for the good old days.
It was the 1970s. We lived in Tucson AZ. I remember driving my children to preschool. Many times "American Pie" by Don McLean would be playing on the radio and we would sing along. Back then, I was driving a Volkswagen Bug not a Chevy. We had no money, but oh my gosh, life was good...
Do you remember that song?
A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside **The day the music died** So
[Chorus] Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin'
Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin'
Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin'
Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick Cause fire is the devil's only friend And as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singin'
I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most- the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost- They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing
"Hope" texture courtesy of Photo Art Pixel Dust.
Quite by accident, I found the Chevy parked in a lot outside of Arcadia, FL!