I'm completely obsessed with this song right now.

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El Matador Beach

Back in July I painted Matador Beach, but I've never really been happy with the painting. I like the people in the surf, but that was about it. So I decided to go back with the now totally dry painting and see how it feels to paint over and hopefully improve it. It's from a higher vantage point and I went for different color. It was an interesting struggle, very confusing at first but slowly things started to click into place and then it was fun. I like it better than before, but I want to go back again a little earlier in the day and give it a little more paint.

La Jolla

I went out today with my mom to do some plein air painting in La Jolla since I'm down here for Christmas. It was a grey, cloudy day, but a great spot to paint. This is the view up the hill a bit above Scripps pier. Oil on canvas, 11 by 30.

J.G. Melon - NYC oil painting

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I’ve just noticed that one of my recent painting is done in green and red and could make a nice postcard for my holidays wishes.
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Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to visit and comment my work. I hope you all have a happy holiday season.

Video Editing Software?

Hey guys,

I have been researching and playing with video editing software so I can make some tutorials and vlogs for you guys and also possibly offering video classes but I'm having trouble finding a good one.

I need something that:

-Allows me to change the time to speed things up. (for example, if I want to show me doing a painting sped up in ½ time or faster)
-Allows me to cut to a colored screen with text in between video
-Has to be easy to learn, I’m a blonde remember? ;)

Anyone have any suggestions?


Thanks so much in advance! :)

*HUGS*

Sarah

Xanadu

I've been on the Education Roster at the Orange County Performing Arts Center for the last

5 years, teaching Italian Street Painting Workshops and Residencies. So when I was asked

to paint large chalk mural for the the Center's West Coast premier of Xanadu, I was really excited.

It turns out, the main character is a street painter so the idea was perfect. The image was done

on a 15 x 15 foot piece of canvas taped down to the Center's central plaza. It took me about 3

days to complete and it was freezing outside. The nice thing was audience members could see

me working from windows on the 2nd through 5th floors on their way to their seats.

PCH

I went to Corral Canyon Road with Mr. Kilduff today and painted the afternoon light and view looking north up Pacific Coast Highway. This piece could use a little fine tuning, but I am actually really happy with it overall! oil on canvas, 24 by 36

Back from our honeymoon!

Hey guys,

We just back back from our honeymoon to Hawaii (Maui, Kauai, Oahu) late last night but I just wanted to pop in and tell you all that we are back and had an amazing time. The wedding in Orlando was beautiful and everything went off without a hitch thanks to our amazing wedding planner. I will have lots of photos to share with you soon and lots of fun little things I made for the wedding to show you too. We don't have all of the photos back yet but here is an awesome engagement slide show the fabulous Roots made for us and here are a few sneak peeks at the wedding photos.

I am kinda sad that the party is over. The planning was such a huge labor of love for me and it was fun to see it all realized. But, I am very very happy to begin this new exciting chapter, to be able to get things at home back to normal, and have more free time to work on my art, my classes and spending more time chatting with all of you. I have deeply missed it.

Lots of love, hugs and thanks to all of you who have sent us your well wishes and love during this wonderful time of our lives.


*HUGS*

Sarah

brünnhilde

There was a paint-out, technically a paint-in (which is good because it was pouring rain all day), down in Costa Mesa today and the whole California Art Club was invited. It was in a huge warehouse that is normally a gallery and framer. There were four areas set up with models in costumes themed from Wagner's Ring series opera, and from what I understand it was an event done in partnership with the LA Opera which is performing the ring cycle in 2010. I carpooled with John Kilduff and when we got there the place was ridiculously crowded! easels everywhere! I managed to find a spot in front of Brünnhilde and went at it. It looks everything and nothing like what I saw! I wanted to make something bolder than what was just in front of me so I made the model more iconic, like my sloppy version of Aristide Maillol! ahahaha!! She is much thicker in my painting because I wanted to portray her as a warrior. It was done on two separate 16 by 20 canvas panels because I didn't have a long canvas. It's kind of a mess, but it's all about trying to make the most of a themed model workshop with many things beyond the artist's control

el greco

I've always been a fan of el Greco, his painting is so unique and modern for it's time, it's like he was from the future! Here's a couple work in progress shots of my re-do of his painting "The Baptism of Christ". I started it a couple weeks ago and consciously worked on it very aggressively with the intention of stopping before I felt myself getting "tight". I wanted the first attack to be very rough and expressive and free. Then last night I took it to the Hive to paint during the downtown LA Artwalk, this time looking forward to defining the imagery more. I'm really having a fun time with this one! oil on canvas, 48 by 30

Kronos

I had fun on Let's Paint TV today. I recommend playing this show in the background and then doing all the things you've been procrastinating on all at once. Multi-task. And here's the drawing I did during the show, it's Saturn, or Kronos separating the heavens from the earth

painting workshop

My mom is, as the French would say, an "amateur" of painting. She hosted a painting workshop by the artist Carolyn Anderson and I was happy to attend! I felt our teaching philosophies are in total alignment and I had a great time listening, learning, and painting. These are my favorite images from the class. Two paintings from life, a Sorolla master copy and a painting from a photograph taken by Carolyn Anderson. The painting of the girl with the multi-colored scarf was the last one I did at the workshop... when I was doing it I thought it was the worst of all the paintings I did over the weekend, but looking at it now I like it the most! AHHAAHHAHA!!

Necessity From Finian's Rainbow, Musical with book by E.Y. Harburg and Fred Saidy, Lyrics by Harburg, music by Burton Lane

I posted this and the next two backwards, so you could read a story forward from this to the next two posts. It's a timeless American tale:

What is the curse
That makes the universe so all bewilderin'?
What is the hoax that just provokes
The folks they call God's children?
What is the jinx that gives a body and his brother and everyone around...the run-around?
Necessity, necessity.
A most unnecessary thing, necessity.
What throws the monkey wrench in
A fella's good intention?
That nasty old invention
Necessity.
My feet want to dance in the sun
My head wants to rest in the shade
The lord says go out and have fun
But the landlord says, 'Your rent ain't paid!'
Necessity, its plain to see
What a lovely old world
This silly old world can be
But, no it's all in a mess
Account of necessity.
I'd like to play some tennis
Or take a trip to Venice
But sister, here's the menace
Necessity.
Oh, Satan's the father of sin
And Cupid's the father of love
Oh, hell is the father of gin
But no one know's the father of
Necessity, necessity.
That's the maximum that
A minimum thing can be
There's nothing lower than less
Unless it's necessity.

Come and Get it from Finian's Rainbow, lyrics by E.Y.Harburg

On that great come and get it day,
Won't it be fun when worry is done and money is hay.
That's the time things'll come your way
On that great, great come and get it day.
I'll get my gal that calico gown.
I'll get my mule that acre of groun'
'Cause word has come from Gabriel's horn
The earth beneath your plow is a-buddin'
And now it's yourn.
Glory time's comin' for to stay
On that great, great come and get it day.

On that great come and get it day,
Won't it be fun when worry is done and money is hay.
That's the time things'll com your way
On that great, great come and get it day.
My gown will be a calico gown.
My shoes will dance all over the town.
'Cause word has come from Gabriel's horn
The earth beneath your plow is a-buddin'
And now it's yourn.
Glory time's comin' for to stay
On that great, great come and get it
And keep it and share it, great, great
I'll get my gal that calico gown.
I'll get my mule that acre of groun'
'Cause words has come from Gabriel's horn
The earth beneath your plow is a-buddin'
And now it's yourn.
Glory time's comin' for to stay
"Come and get it" day.

Idle Poor/Idle Rich From Finian's Rainbow

When the idle poor
Become the idle rich
You'll never know
just who is who
or who is which.
Won't it be rich
When everyone's poor relative
Becomes a 'Rockefellative',
And palms no longer itch
What a switch!
When we all wear ermine
And plastic teeth
How will we determine
Who's who underneath.
And when all your neighbours
Are upper class
You won't know your 'Joneses'
from your 'Ass-tors'.
Let's toast the day
The day we drink that drinky up
But with a little pinkie up.
The day on which
The idle poor
Become the idle rich.
When a rich man doesn't want to work
He's a bon vivant.
Yes, he's a bon vivant.
But when a poor man doesn't want to work,
He's a loafer, he's a lounger
He's a lazy good for nothing
He's a jerk!
When a rich man loses on a horse
Isn't he a sport, oh isn't he a sport?
When a poor man looses on a horse
He's a gambler, he's a spender
He's a low life, he's a reason for divorce!
When a rich man chases after dames
He's a man about town,
A man about town.
But when a poor man chases after dames
He's a bounder, he's a rounder
He's a rotter, and a lot of dirty names!
When the idle poor
Become the idle rich
You'll never know
just who is who
Or which is which.
No one will see
The Irish or the Slav in you
'Cause when you're on Park Avenue
Cornelius and Mike
Look alike.
When poor tweedle Dum
Is rich tweedle Dee
This discrimination will no longer be.
When we're in the dough
And off of the nut
You won't know your banker
from your but...ler.
Let's make the switch.
With just a few annuities
We'll hide these incongruities
With clothes from Abercrombie-Fitch.
Wheeeeeeeeeen the idle poor
Wheeeeeeen become the
Wheeeeeeeen idle rich
When the idle poor
Become the idle rich!

http://www.artspark6.wordpress.com/chandra-garsson-and-d-quentin-paquette/

The wonderful website created by Amy Sousa, artspark6 matched writers and artists. I participated as both. Partnered with D. Quentin Paquette I sent artwork for him to play off of as writer, and he sent me his story for me to respond to. Highlighted link to right of this page, along with link to wok done at same site by Meggi Raeder and me.
I have been reading the most wonderful book on arts and a history of economics in our times by Lewis Hyde, called The Gift. a few quotes culled from the book:

"Not any self-control or self-limitation for the sake of specific ends, but rather a carefree letting go of onself; not caution but rather a wise blindness; not working to aquire silent, slowly increasing possessions, but rather a continuous squandering of all perishable values." -Rainer Maria Rilke

"Thou hast giv'n so much to me,/Give one thing more, agratefull heart:/ See how thy beggar works in Thee/ By art:..." -George Herbert (1633)

"We're sleek we're fine, we're out the door/ We shan't be cobblers anymore!" -Two elves who worked through the night to make shoes that saved the Cobbler and his wife from ruin, after Mr. and Mrs. Cobbler showed their gratitude by clothing and feeding the elves.

Street Painting in Houston! 2009

It's been a while since my last post. The fall has been quiet for me in terms of Street Painting, had to take a bit of a break to prepare for my upcoming Solo Exhibition in Los Angeles. But, I did have the pleasure of returning to Houston's Via Colori Festival this past weekend. It is the best Via Colori festival there is, mostly because of the great team of people who put it together. Amazing!!
I'm sure I've talked about The Center for Hearing and Speech before but I want to mention it again. It is an amazing organization that helps children and adults who are hearing impaired learn to speak and listen without the use of sign language. A group of us from California had a nice tour of the Center to really understand what they do and how their Via Colori Festival benefits them.

Here is a link to their website... http://centerhearingandspeech.org/

This year El Paso Energy was my Sponsor as Featured Artists. I composed an image using a beautiful Lord Leighton painting with a vintage art nouveau frame. Here is what I intended to paint.

So, that was the original concept. Unfortunately, It rained all day on Saturday & Via Colori being only a 2 day event, we only had Sunday to paint. By some miracle, most artists finished their entire squares. Even the chronically "slow" artists, such as myself, managed to finish in record time giving Houston a kaliedoscope of color down two streets.

So, not only did everyone finish their lovely paintings but there were record crowds on Sunday. It was amazing.

Here is the final result... I had to compromise on the border to finish in time. I wish I had had time to paint it in the way I envisioned but it was still 9 x 14 feet. I wasn't able to include the beautiful text at the bottom in the lovely Art Nouveau font. But, maybe next time.

A special Thank You to Natalie and Katharine for all their hospitality and hard work. You guys are amazing!!!

Moon Uprising/ First appeared on website Spark 6 Writers and artists responding to one another, inspired by a photo by Meggi Raeder (and then distorted and revamped by me), link on right

A treatise on the most frightening and destructive creature on Earth.


How frightening the creature who beheads ancient noble Tree. Once so tall and proud, she existed for a thousand or more years. She had housed Squirrel and Bird, Rabbit and Centipede; Jerusalem Cricket had made his cozy little home in her. Through the ages she had stretched her mighty yet graceful arms outward to embrace Sun, Cloud and especially Moon. She had never discriminated: she welcomed all to her embrace. She was after all, an emissary of Mother Earth, her roots were deep in her mother, her head was perennially in the stars. She proudly gazed upon Ocean, His sound and smell were treasured by her in her seemingly eternal stance.

Oh, she had wept to see the damage done by mighty Volcano, even as she had gloried in his beauty. Understandably she, the rooted one, had yearned to run away from Thunder; instinctively she knew what terrifying Lightening might render. Tree nearly shrank at the thought. But no, nothing could stop her growth through the centuries, for she was a maximalist creature, a grower of trunk, branches, twigs, and leaves.

What Tree loved most to gaze upon at night was Moon. Ever changing, growing, shrinking, hiding Moon, who believed, just as Tree did, in her own immortality. Moon sometimes hid from Tree, out of respect. She felt she knew that she had much more reason than Tree to believe that she herself would live forever. After all, she was many miles away in outer space, far from the selfishly destructive and acquisitive creature who came to call itself … Humanity.

Moon shuddered through the ages at the ever exponentially reproducing, inventing, grabbing, acquisitive and greedy animal, the one who believed that it was all for him. He believed that Earth was his. He believed that he could destroy and take and have and eat and warp and hurt and rape and pillage and burn to his endless pleasure, for all he believed and still believes is that Earth is his; for his ego knows no bounds. The Hubris of this creature, Moon has always known, is boundless.

Tree never knew what hit her; how she lost all, save her roots still able to feel Earth, still able to give life. All she knew was that one day they came to cut off her branchy, leafy, twiggy head, arms, branches, body, trunk. She was cut off at the ankle, after so many centuries had passed. Then the abused boy had set fire to the forest and millions of acres of what they call California burned to the ground. Bird, Squirrel, Rabbit, Butterfly, Centipede, Jerusalem Cricket, flower, all other Trees everywhere for miles around, The horror…the horror. It could have been prevented by knowledge of Inventing Human, of what it meant to strip Earth of her ancient fossil fuels; thereby depleting Environment, and poisoning Air with carbon dioxide, greenhouse gasses, global warming. Parents caring for and loving their children, rather than warping them through neglect and abuse into the pyromaniacal state could have prevented it.

What Earth, Tree, Ocean, Air, and most tragically Moon did not realize, until it was too late for Moon, was that Human knew he had destroyed Earth, Tree, Ocean, and Air. In his insatiably greedy quest for more, he had in early October 2009 shot missiles at twice the speed of a bullet into Moon, hoping to find water, hoping to colonize. Human was looking for a way to leave his nearly ruined home on Earth, hoping to find a new home on Moon, Mars, somewhere out in the infinite, pure, pristine reaches of ancient omniscient outer space.

Wounded Moon righteously, hissingly hopes… he… will… fail.

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a bigger bacchanal

I enjoyed re-doing this painting so much at the Garter on Thursday, that I did it again at the Hive gallery yesterday! This one is 30 by 40, so it's a bigger party... and today I went walking and sketching around Echo Park. The angle of the light this time of year is captivating. I didn't really catch that in this sketch, but I sure think I can with paint!

bacchanal

Last night was another live painting event at the same bar in Venice, the Garter, a little chillier last night but still fun! But we didn't have a model this time so I decided to try out another master copy. This is Bacchanal Before a Statue of Pan by Nicolas Poussin, as painted by a satyr! oil on canvas, 22 by 28

Meandering

It was suggested by my friend the writer Beth Blevins that I write about the mundane: the day to day life of the artist---me. Aside from the fact that I am not one to "do small talk" (my friend Mim has been telling me for years, "Chandra, you don't do small talk..."); what I have always done is try my best through art and as a fledgling writer, to tackle the big subjects. There has grown up in me over the years the feeling, since I was a small child, that life is an emergency. Aside from the fact that I was beaten and beaten down again and again as a child, by both parents, I have remained defiant in my belief and practice as a human being, that my truth is important, that I will be vigilant in my expression of that truth, that not only is this toward the greater good of me, but of the world itself. Global warming, nuclear proliferation, robotic warfare, war, child abuse, spousal abuse, rape, and environmental catastrophe affecting this planet and outer space (the moon fired at to find water for human-kind!) are not subjects that go away just because we hide from them. I have not been a little child with my head buried beneath the blankets for many years.
All of that notwithstanding, my friend Beth is a beautiful writer. Any subject in the hands of one whose primary talent is for writing will be profound, poignant, perceptive, insightful, and thought provoking.
That said, Shakespeare's greatest work did not come in the package of a Sonnet comparing his lover (or his agent) to a Summer's day. On the other hand, as we near the end of T.S. Elliot's life we ponder with him over the fate of his rolled trousers, and of course we know it to be great poetry; with him we ponder the Wasteland that every life eventually becomes. In the guise of the day to day life of the poet is embedded our greater questions concerning our mortality. While I love to frolic with Wordsworth in his field of Daffodils, my heart leaps up with his, when I behold a rainbow in the sky; for it is when truth to one's feelings about the larger subjects are tackled, that flight becomes possible.
So for now, I leave the art and writing about a day in the life to Lennon/McCartney, Morandi, Hockney, Dostoevsky, Monet, Whitman, Cassatt, Flaubert, Vermeer, and Blevins, among many others we would all do well to look to.

Writing Home: Postcards from Santa Cruz, by Beth Blevins

Writing Home: Postcards from Santa Cruz

From a time when we created postcards together, something of a collaboration in art and writing, blog article written by Beth.

Writing Home: Artist Profile: Chandra Garsson Interview of Artist by Beth Blevins

Click on Link for interview---Writing Home: Artist Profile: Chandra Garsson

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Aki Sasaki is the webmaster of http://www.darksecretlove.com, including the subsite he set up for me. He is a wonderful musician, and a wonderfully observant and appreciative person concerning the arts. Check out his website and his music.

parnassus

I was inspired by Lets Paint TV to do another master copy yesterday at the Hive gallery for the downtown artwalk. I wanted to do some 'live painting' but I didn't feel like portraits. But this was fun to do and people visiting were fascinated by the process. I explained it to one guy pretty well by saying I'm painting a Charlie Parker version of an Andrea Mantegna standard, the chord changes are there but it's all jazzed up! oil on canvas, 24 by 30. p.s. here's a 3D photo someone I met last night took of me. If you have the glasses, it looks really cool!

Jaws

In short, it could be said, and said again and again; and again it could be said: Life is sometimes like an innocent baby sitting oblivious to danger in the gigantic unseen jaws that could clamp down in a moment, or not. It is possible that the teeth might cut, or that the babe would sit cramped but unscathed in the closing mouth, beyond the reach of the teeth. Or finally and hopefully, calm on the infant's part might result in her being able to crawl free of the gaping maw.

A Thing of Beauty

A Thing of Beauty: Jane Campion's Film on Love, John Keats and Fanny Braune, and the beauty of Wet Paint Drying

I am inspired to write a little piece on a film I love, Jane Campion's Bright Star by a review written by a colleague* who stated that watching the creative process of poets is like watching paint dry. The colleague is a writer. I am a painter and sculptor who sometimes writes.

I paint and I often paint my sculptures. I have spent many an hour watching paint dry. I am fascinated by this vigil; as I wait for liquid to evaporate, worlds open up to me. Sometimes, as with polymer media mixing with a variety of agents and vectors, textures and objects, ideas and colors, juxtapositional unpredictables, the drying can be relatively fast. The excitement is in watching the crackle/ripple/ whirlpooling in your face to distant space effects transform before my eyes. Oils take a bit longer. Dare I speak of it in geological years? Epochs? Centuries? Decades...years...months? At least. It is believed by scholars that Mona Lisa is still drying. She is many layers, as are all good oil paintings. X-rays reveal her in many positions, with many different kinds of smiles under multiple layers of paint. We watch her drying to this day. This is the meaning of the Italian Renaissance word 'pentimento.' It is built into our definitions of what good painting is, that we can see through every layer to every other one beneath it. It is estimated that on average oil paintings take about three-hundred years to dry. Only enough of a surface needs to dry enough, that gently, patiently, softly, a new surface of image can begin over all that came before it.

My students were never bored by these processes, in fact they were rarely patient enough for me to get to issues of the technical, chemical and scientific; past such issues as I hold dear in all the arts: composition, subject matter, self-revelation, memoir, insight, perception, content.

As I watch the paint dry, I go into a reverie, each time. I muse on where this work will travel, before it alights home on a flower in the garden of my earthly delights. I keep a vigilent watch for elements of my own bright star, my own truth as beauty, my own nightingale singing my life.

Bright Star brings the viewer if she or he is willing, into the realm of another time, when the world was only on the brink of science and technology as we know it today. It was an era when nature could be taken for granted still, when the nightingale singing was the same one who had sung for millenia, would sing forever. It was how John Keats saw himself singing eternally, with Fanny Braune the woman he loved. And this is why I love the movie Bright Star; it is precisely because it brings me to eternal infinity of slower possibilities. It is because I am forever in love with the revelations brought on by watching the paint dry.

* In my lexicon a colleague is any of the many kinds of artists who are alive anywhere in the world at the same time that I am living.

Adam and Eve in The Dutchboy Art Studios of the Artist's Imagination

The studio was real, this painting of it is according to anarchistic lack of law that is artistic license. It was the imperfect but grandly large and very utilitarian studio I was sadly forced to leave behind. For an artist, ultimate utilitarianism is The Garden of Eden.

Here I was able to work on the art you see at this blog, and so much more. I was able to show and sell the work, I was able to invite galleries, museums, collectors and friends to view the paintings, sculptures, artist's books, masks, prints, and drawings in person over a period that lasted twenty years. I held classes here, with the core group of students in attendance for over ten years. My best student was Pedro Moreno, who became my best friend. He took one on one classes here, once a week, for three years.

composition and painting

yesterday we had two models in my Composition and Painting class. When I talk to the students about 'composition' I always tell then that it's important to draw on large paper so you have the freedom to draw as much as you like and then you can later make a decision on where you want to crop the piece. Of course I started drawing in my sketchbook and so had to keep taping more paper on to make it bigger! ahahaha! A real case of 'do as I say, not as I do! Here I liked more of a close up of our two models, and then in the remain triangle of negative space that they left on the page I invented an opera house to give a feeling of foreground and background. I think this came out kind of fun! ink on paper, 8.5 by 14

Somewhere Between Collage and Sculpture

The paintings "fall somewhere between collage and sculpture," as has been pointed out by a critic or two. So many artists, critics, and historians have described the painting as object. In my work the three-dimensional qualities inherent in collage and sculpture (in the round and on the wall), grow out of the textural qualities in the paint, as well as out of the metal plates I used to create Intaglio (Italian for gem, seal, piece of jewelry, or metal plate having an incised, sunken design) prints. Ink is then transferred from the grooves to paper, via a printing press. It is the historic (many would say authentic) way to make a print, as opposed to a reproduction, examples are Drypoint, Photo Etching, Monoprint, Lithograghy, Silkscreen, Engraving, and other centuries old print-making processes. All are labor intensive, highly technical, and involve the multiple uses of metal, ink, acids, various resins, grounds, tar, solvents, feathers, and many toxic substances. It is the main reason I quit making prints; the toxic substances and the delayed gratification of having to carry a work through so many processes before I could get anywhere near the finished product. I made prints using these methods a total of six years, beginning in High School. It was excellent discipline, it led to sculptural qualities in my painting, mixed-media and sculpture. There is something to be said for hard work beginning in high school. Sadly, I doubt that Printmaking is still offered to High School students. One can only hope for a return of the arts to education, I have always looked forward to a world of people who know and love the arts. It begins with education.

a creative day

It was a long fun day yesterday. First in the morning I played a cameo in a video John Kilduff made for Lets Paint TV, the Captain Creativity Video Challenge! I played a very off-model Vincent van Gogh. aahaha!

Then in the afternoon I was over for a while at my friend Rod's house and his grandson and I drew a few maps of Los Angeles, I think this one turned out nice. (note map not to scale)

The in the evening I was live painting at the Garter in Venice. One of the artists brought a friend who dressed in a cool outfit for us to paint! We all painted on the patio out front which was nice and could mingle with the patrons and hear the great D.J. which made for a good environment. oil on canvas, 36 by 24

Oh yeah, It's back baby!!!

****Collage potpourri is back in a whole new way!!!****
For those of you who enjoyed these prompts you will LOVE the new Soul Journaling Collage Potpourri: A Tweet A Day! Every day for the next year, (that's 365 ideas!) I am going to post to Twitter a new material, short instruction, or idea for you to add to your journals. You can use these "tweets" when they inspire you, add each one to a page somewhere in your journal every day or collect them in a jar to grab randomly when you are working on a page. For those of you who are new to twitter you can join here: www.twitter.com Make sure you "Follow me" so you can read my tweets every day. They can be read online or through your cell phone if you have internet access. http://twitter.com/Sarah_Whitmire

This is a great way to add a little to your journal every day even if you are short on time!

The tweeting begins tomorrow on November 3rd. Join us!

XO

Sarah

Great new press!

Hey guys,

I just wanted to share with you some great new publications I'm currently in. This is a very exciting time of the year!

I'm on the current cover of Rubber Stamp Madness Holiday 2009 magazine. There's also an awesome full page article in there about me.

I've got a beautiful 4 page article in the newest issue of Somerset Studio November/December 2009 issue.

Here's a sneak peak:

And Alpha Stamps choose one of my pieces to be in their new ad. It's running In Somerset Studio, Cloth Paper Scissors and I think Quilting Arts.

I'm going to be taking a short hiatus next year on publishing so that's gonna be it for a while while I concentrate on online classes and Soul Journaling. :)

XO

Sarah