She always had that look about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. ~Joanne Harris
Watercolor background, acrylic paint, pastels for the flowers, some hand-stitching, and the portrait is sketched onto off-white paper and then cut out. Find all instructions on the artist, Renee Mueller on YouTube.
A wild geranium sketch and a pot of geraniums in watercolors.
‘Fair rich confusion is all the aim of an old~fashioned flower garden, and the greater the confusion, the richer, you want to come upon a mignonnette in unexpected places and to find sprays of heliotrope in close consultation with your roses, and geraniums sporting their uniforms like gay recruits off duty.’ ~Anna Bartlett Warner
Jerney Marisha Art & Classes ~ Tiny Portraits, Tiny Palette Class This is another amazing class on beautiful paper. For myself, all the portraits I have made through the instruction of this class have such emotion, a unique kind of sadness that belongs to a family.
A rather large family who has resided in the same weather ~-worn huge old mansion for a couple of centuries. The one part of the home that is painted each year, come Spring, is the blue shutters. The kind of blue that reminds one of Wedgewood vases …
In a journal prompt I became interested in the concept/idea of an internal map. I have since worked on three pages. I have only made sense of a small corner of one of the collages. I feel at times I live in old bones and colorless daffodils taller than myself. I am a child wandering through this strange magical land without direction. I am wrapped tightly in a dark, woolen snow suit and the weather is always harsh. In that lower terrain of the physical landscape I often trip over the bones, sand and snow. For now, I cannot figure out it’s meaning.
I know I live in Autumn and it’s rich colors of the season – leaves of many colors fall all through the day. The sky is overcast and intensifies the Autumn colors. Vines of intertwined flowers collect on my head and seem to grow. As I continue on this journey, through these imaginary maps, meanings I am certain will come through.