DLP Week 40---Three colors I don't use together--Journal Page

Well usually in it strongest tints I don't use these colors together but when I paint I am sure that I do use variations of these colors. As I wrote on the bottom, I was going to use mauve, tan and mint green but I just couldn't stand to look at them!!

I edited out the dots because it was getting too busy. If you say the Facebook page you can see the dots.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10205083564787617&set=gm.1497266347191203&type=1&theater
I need to just be ok with a little white space!

Stronger

Well, yes, that is probably right. But as I said the strength doesn't come from our own power. It comes as we trust God and He gives us the strength. We have had a difficult two weeks although it looks like Chauncey has caught my cold I am filling him with Emergan-C and Zicam(not sure if that really works)

and anything else I can think of to lessen the effects. 

I like to listen to Michael Nobbs, "One Thing Today Podcasts."  

His podcasts are about doing just one thing today to stay sustainable creative. Sometimes, I just can't make myself go to the easel so I usually have one of these letter collages going or working on a big journal page in my grid journal. I love a grid! So at least I can get in my "One thing today" everyday. It's good for my creative soul to do something creative everyday even when I don't feel like it.

The Draped Pear and a journal page

I am working in a new wonderful little journal that Lori made for me (just cause she is a sweetie pie friend) and she stitched it with a coptic stitch which she said she will teach me to do. YAY! I am trying to spend 15 minutes or less on the journal page but actually I get caught up in it and usually it takes longer but I'm not timing myself. This page has my very favorite painting, "The Girl with the Pearl Earring," by Johannes Vermeer

This painting I did is inspired by Hall Grote ll from Daily Painters and the exercise for me today was to paint draped cloth. Remind me to never do that again! Well, never say never but folds are hard to paint so I think for now maybe I will just avoid them. I do like to put my spin on the paintings with some stamps and punchanella in the background. It is very subtle. This one is my least favorite of all because the folds look a bit contrived and hokey but it was a good exercise and I learned alot---alot about what I don't want to paint!! This is on a 5 x 7 panel and again of course, I will not set these since it is an inspired piece from another artist.

Looking up to my sister, Jane

I have come to the end of this little journal. I think there is maybe one page spread left. I have been thinking about my beautiful sister, Jane, who died at a very early age with Alzheimer's 4 years ago this January. She was 8 years older. I was always looking at her and watching her as she put on her adorable matching Villager outfits to go to high school, as she was putting on her white wool cheerleading uniform with the big WP letters on the sweater... and as she grabbed her pom poms and skipped off to the football games. I watched as she teased her hair for the prom, and I watched as Mama zipped up the tight bodice of the most beautiful pale aqua huge lacy prom dress, the zipper breaking and Mama whipping out needle and thread, sewing the dress up right on her back without a blink of the eye. All this as her date was waiting for her in the living room. I always ran and opened the front door when her dates came to pick her up (that was back in the day that they came and sat and waited in the living room with our Daddy.) She was a wonderful sister and I think that who I am today was shaped by her beauty, her humor and her style. I miss her terribly. It's ok though, she has a mind and body now that is healed, whole and new. Don't be sad. I'm sorry if I made you sad.

The Birth of Me Page

This page spread in the journal is from my baby book and is in my mother's beautiful handwriting of presents I got when I was born. And of course the family tree in Mama's handwriting. I miss her and will see her again someday in a body that is not ravaged and all crippled up with Rheumatoid Arthritis and Osteoporosis. Although my life is blessed in this world I do look forward to the next one. And I am thankful that I know where I will be. How distressing it would be to not know these things!