tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34830395768861268262024-02-19T10:02:39.389-06:00THE POETIC ARTIST- Katelen TaysMixed Media Artist With The Heart of A Poet.Poetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-23581817889248580202012-08-11T11:25:00.003-05:002012-08-11T11:29:44.256-05:00March 18, 1925 to August 7, 2012 Life on this Earth and now she continues the journey in the arms of our Lord<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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MY MOTHER , MY FRIEND, MARCH 18, 1925 - AUGUST 7, 2012..<br />
Words I can not speak, words do not come, words are just a motion, words unspoken, words of LOVE I <br />
can not express because the pain of loss is just too great.. I Love you Mother,<br />
KPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-39173056847063024372012-07-13T14:44:00.000-05:002012-07-13T14:44:42.541-05:00Have I been sleeping?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can not believe how long it has been since I have posted. NO....I have not been sleeping.!!!!!!!!<br />
I have been busy with the every day of Life..Things have been changing..Life is rearranging . Some days are good and some days so not. Yet God is always there with me. My Mom has gotten worse..She takes up most of my days and nights..Some days she seems like her self and then days like a little girl that has to be told to do everything..I suppose I am tired and a little sad and sometimes angry.. Anger is such a terrible thing and it takes away your joy..So I just try to give it to God and ask for peace and now I ask for patience. I must learn so I am like these tiny bird eggs..I sit and wait to see what will happen. One day I will break through all the troubles and sorrows and be broken open and filled with joy and peace..I just have to have Faith and Trust.<br />
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Sorry I have been gone so long and not posting and not saying hello but I think of all of you guys out there from Alabama to Washington to California to New Mexico Florida to New York and also around the world..<br />
May God Bless you and keep you close..<br />
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Just playing with words in a old book..The pages was falling out but the paper was strong..A little gesso and water colours and oil pastels. Have a good weekend and May your Heart be filled with Joy.<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-89733154992620005852012-04-02T23:29:00.000-05:002012-04-02T23:29:04.199-05:00The Shepherd does it For Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LrxpBMYW4E7H5rMI3Dpfd8UodRek_sC6wHWGU-mh5S24gZbqlcIf14wV88sDWOQoB4o2qOoxrETYiJUR9adYo4HLE80_UF00Pq2QQgcjBH64VRVL6OZeMetFCvUQPkd5q3DZRD5EnNQ/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LrxpBMYW4E7H5rMI3Dpfd8UodRek_sC6wHWGU-mh5S24gZbqlcIf14wV88sDWOQoB4o2qOoxrETYiJUR9adYo4HLE80_UF00Pq2QQgcjBH64VRVL6OZeMetFCvUQPkd5q3DZRD5EnNQ/s400/020.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I am but one single sheep but I am not afraid. Why because I know my Shepherd. I know his voice and I listen to his voice. Did you know the Good Shepherd calls his sheep by name.<br />
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Psalm 23<br />
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.<br />
He makes me lie down in green pastures,<br />
he leads me beside quiet waters,<br />
he restores my soul.<br />
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.<br />
Even thought I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,<br />
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;<br />
your rod and your staff they comfort me.<br />
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You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.<br />
You anoint my head with oil;<br />
my cup overflows.<br />
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,<br />
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.<br />
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Are you a lost sheep? Are you looking for green pastures and quiet waters that will restore you.<br />
There is a Great Shepherd looking for you and He comes to guide you and protect you. Only one person can walk with us through death's dark valley and bring us safely to the other side.It is the God of life, our shepherd.<br />
The Great Shepherd our Lord and Savior Jesus. He knows you by name.<br />
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KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-28390854880295798312012-03-22T08:26:00.002-05:002012-03-22T12:49:14.592-05:00The Joy of Rain Drops<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCuvllofC01BlKI1G-EvyxETGvMSixOKRnqOruqFsDrx0esq8iwP-qq3R0TbxisOtiCpVUJ6H7lXfYJ-jLR-uGi1P9L-giGSWjqtqvOjDNd2yFQrONeoEqVErurNoD-V1imMaPPr4U94M/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img aea="true" border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCuvllofC01BlKI1G-EvyxETGvMSixOKRnqOruqFsDrx0esq8iwP-qq3R0TbxisOtiCpVUJ6H7lXfYJ-jLR-uGi1P9L-giGSWjqtqvOjDNd2yFQrONeoEqVErurNoD-V1imMaPPr4U94M/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Rain Drops..The joy of watching the rain and when more rain hits the water how it splashes into Fun .<br />
I had to pull over because it was raining and You know we start to grumble because we are human. Then I pulled my camera out and starting to take some shots of the rain.. It was just like being as a child it was fun. Did you ever run out in the rain and just dance until you were soaking wet and then run back into the house..Freezing and shaking and listen to your Mom saying I told you to stay out of that rain..You will catch a cold or be struck by lightning..That was my Mom anyway...LOL... Yet we did not regret one moment of that dance.<br />
This time I saw it in a different light..It was a joy but it was more the beauty of the dance. How the drops splashed and danced upon the water . How they looked like crowns when they splashed up..Truly amazing..The rain comes down from heaven. Abba, Father, Thank you for the rain.. Teach me how to dance. <br />
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May you Dance in the Rain with the heart of a child again..And Laugh out Loud...<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-39234529387652443882012-03-06T00:49:00.001-06:002012-03-06T00:52:43.687-06:00Do you take the time to stop and just enjoy the beauty of things that surround.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrRK54bOilta_hppjMt2YVbBoU8gWXimelfjoIGSRJhXLjHUstLxhMMyG7XhNyxnwQjiLJFjiXkl4QXPbruUS2zh_C89qSAQp_w1PjsJWEYJe7KKP2tAxQSm667I5odJn6TTJh_4G3CU/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrRK54bOilta_hppjMt2YVbBoU8gWXimelfjoIGSRJhXLjHUstLxhMMyG7XhNyxnwQjiLJFjiXkl4QXPbruUS2zh_C89qSAQp_w1PjsJWEYJe7KKP2tAxQSm667I5odJn6TTJh_4G3CU/s320/062.JPG" uda="true" width="320" /></a></div> I do not have a lot of days that I have to my self but when I do..I try to go to a place I have never been even if it is only a few miles away from my home...Somewhere I go and take my camera and capture the simply things that most do not even notice. I love the small things and the simple things that have beauty..I know they say the beauty is in the eyes of the bolder.. So these things to me are beauty..Hand made by an artist from the past..<br />
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Another simple but beautiful piece..Hand forged by an artist from the past.. Rusted and forgotten. The rust has made the piece that more beautiful. It brings out the smallest of details. .<br />
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So another piece of beauty.. Another artist that used their hands to mold and carve this piece.. Old and forgotten now. So I suppose you know I am walking the local cementary..It is a peaceful place with trees and flowers and artists from the past. It is also filled with graves of lifes that once walked this earth and had dreams.. They no longer dream, they no longer get to enjoy the simple things for the time on this earth has past. So Live your days with joy and enjoy every moment of your day.. Praise our Lord and thank him for your blessings and give your heart to the creator..The one who gave his life for you. Jesus our Savior.<br />
Blessings,<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-62270268236330739122012-01-26T20:33:00.000-06:002012-01-26T20:33:55.170-06:00VASE or VESSEL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8wWC5MV2rv9dzxIwGidu-LwHaztPgoKWT0ev2wg0PDFHcvp7731PStClu9wVhV3_xjjr1YlFpVmfhlskPkpIA9aWTf91kfcVc-imiKbOqtddFxWx8p7kah2sTFAaBEHPpOLMBKJv8a8g/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8wWC5MV2rv9dzxIwGidu-LwHaztPgoKWT0ev2wg0PDFHcvp7731PStClu9wVhV3_xjjr1YlFpVmfhlskPkpIA9aWTf91kfcVc-imiKbOqtddFxWx8p7kah2sTFAaBEHPpOLMBKJv8a8g/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Vase or Vessel? .<br />
This is just another little sketch in my little book. I saw this beautiful hand blown glass piece in the Huntsville Art Museum. This sketch does not even come close to it's beauty but just for a quick sketch it will remind me of its beauty. So I wrote down Vase..But if I could change the word it would be Vessel.. A vessel reminds me of our own body for we are a vessel...<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-15521706306361147772012-01-10T19:50:00.001-06:002012-01-10T19:51:48.341-06:00Ernst<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkucjE6xChoEvLfkfIWRkF1Y87s9NGRyUnHOhgZJd6GnU88nm7vmQ17mfn6t-UY9TqE6F8q_mSsbLIexkQdHstDeUBmbT1W_6pXnjEed5d3EWBmyw4zxlnUUbDN1xfOV798HKzmyDZQo/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkucjE6xChoEvLfkfIWRkF1Y87s9NGRyUnHOhgZJd6GnU88nm7vmQ17mfn6t-UY9TqE6F8q_mSsbLIexkQdHstDeUBmbT1W_6pXnjEed5d3EWBmyw4zxlnUUbDN1xfOV798HKzmyDZQo/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Ernst Fish born January 2012.. Lives in a small book with other friends and his world begins in 2012.<br />
Just another face in my little book..Another story and another step..<br />
Thanks for stopping by in this new year..<br />
I am still searching and waiting for My word for this year.. I see some of you have already have your word for the year.. I am still thinking..Next post I will let you know.<br />
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May you always dream in color.<br />
May you always listen first and think before you speak.<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-69154982153677199602011-12-31T21:37:00.000-06:002011-12-31T21:37:44.626-06:00HELLO IT IS ALMOST A NEW YEAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26KQW-BTo-UX_ofR9oQFBs2urqSwFMyVQz4c2eTzgPK98Lw4UuhXFWFwd4OiTUPvxYFH-WhjvcyYTuSVTTxwQN4TUmWfBvwrL6mtyP6S5z3AXSqSzPCU2nsitSj-NC8JoYx2tzUXNRGc/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26KQW-BTo-UX_ofR9oQFBs2urqSwFMyVQz4c2eTzgPK98Lw4UuhXFWFwd4OiTUPvxYFH-WhjvcyYTuSVTTxwQN4TUmWfBvwrL6mtyP6S5z3AXSqSzPCU2nsitSj-NC8JoYx2tzUXNRGc/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>SO I HAVE STARTED IN STEPS TO FIND MY CREATIVE SELF AGAIN..FOR ME I HAVE TO START IN SMALL STEPS AND I STARTED WITH A SMALL BOOK AND I TAKE IT WITH ME AND SOMETIMES SOMEONE SHOWS UP AND SOMETIMES SOMETHING SHOWS UP..TODAY IT IS FRANCOIS. FOR ME I HAVE EXCITED FOR THE NEW YEAR..IT IS A NEW BEGINNING. TIME TO LET GO AND STEP INTO THE NEW YEAR.. <br />
I HAVE REALIZED IF I LISTEN TO THE CREATOR, I BECOME MORE CREATIVE..<br />
IT IS A SIMPLE THING BUT IT IS THE SIMPLE THINGS THAT WE GET CONFUSED. <br />
OR AT LEAST FOR ME. <br />
FOR THE NEW YEAR I WISH FOR EVERYONE TO BE CREATIVE AND BLESSED. <br />
Katelen Poetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-16826459290042128702011-12-08T14:42:00.002-06:002011-12-08T14:58:58.795-06:00The Perfect Picture of Love and My Studio which waits for My Return<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj84YIjccyzU5V2gIN8tv8pam17e82Ou82tzqLKp4WfOhdxLKsVGVmAeNW-eYk6m_e-lp_fkgi8VOI-YYMcmqQozZMshEEwtAkn3IbNz-qcu1Bza0R0D0K7fxkNPHjyDypEtCgK4KtDK-o/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj84YIjccyzU5V2gIN8tv8pam17e82Ou82tzqLKp4WfOhdxLKsVGVmAeNW-eYk6m_e-lp_fkgi8VOI-YYMcmqQozZMshEEwtAkn3IbNz-qcu1Bza0R0D0K7fxkNPHjyDypEtCgK4KtDK-o/s320/047.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> My Beautiful Mother .......<br />
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The picture at the top is of my Mom. One of my best friends had her open house for the holidays at her Antique Shop..I took my Mom and she enjoyed it very much..She was placed in the Queens seat.. She does not remember now but in the moment she was happy. <br />
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The other pictures are of my Studio..I thought I would share . It sits waiting for my return and it understands that one day I will be back but now we know what is the most important..My wonderful Loving Mother.<br />
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I hope everyone will have a wonderful Holiday Season and enjoy those perfect moments that become precious memories.<br />
May God Bless you and your family and friends.. Thank you for visiting and I am sorry I have not been posting but I am still taking care of the important things...Family...<br />
I do take a look, at all your wonderful blogs where it be art or antiques or just about your life. I enjoy all of them.<br />
May you always dream in color.<br />
Katelen<br />
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KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-48343998555357092382011-11-06T19:20:00.000-06:002011-11-06T19:20:46.468-06:00He Is Amazing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCG68Q1YBIf8wCJqqTSZVFphienI1sqtaFSghF9JUK5XOduQStpjejB84AdtsAspPOZKogQIOgjHHJlZrOSnY_M2rd3vsXVs1SamnNDUzFut8om6YX7BcSDOLcbE735xbeoqDS4bFkZi8/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCG68Q1YBIf8wCJqqTSZVFphienI1sqtaFSghF9JUK5XOduQStpjejB84AdtsAspPOZKogQIOgjHHJlZrOSnY_M2rd3vsXVs1SamnNDUzFut8om6YX7BcSDOLcbE735xbeoqDS4bFkZi8/s400/035.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>As the story goes I walked out my back door with my camera in hand ,or no maybe I ran back in to get it. Anyway as I was walking outside I said out loud, so he would hear me, Hello God , Thank you for another day. And as I step around from the back porch I looked around and saw the sky. I was so struck with the beauty of it and the love of our sweet Father.. Just WOW!!! How he loves us to give us such beautiful skies.<br />
Yes, I know he hears us with out us speaking out loud but he loves for us to talk to him.. Did you know that? <br />
Have a wonderful and blessed week and remember Jesus is always waiting for you to talk to him..He is a good listener.. Just look at what he gave me for just saying Hello..<br />
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Blessings and Inspiration.<br />
Katelen Poetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-46540711680931392952011-10-27T16:49:00.000-05:002011-10-27T16:49:13.613-05:00EXTRAORDINARY DAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I am just getting around to a post of this day..10-17-11....The first thing that day my Mom says let's have an extraordinary day.. It was for us. We went outside and I made her a sign so we could put it on the tree..The tree she calls hers..She loves trees, I must get that love from my Mom.. It was a extraordinary day..We enjoyed the sunshine and she got out and rode her scooter around the yard and drove her scooter right up to the tree and placed our sign on the tree..<br />
Another wonderful memory...<br />
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Yes I am still here and I do check in on you guys and look at your wonderful art and read about your Life.<br />
May God Bless your day.<br />
May you have an extraordinary day.<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-9933029242899775862011-09-28T01:56:00.000-05:002011-09-28T01:56:04.277-05:00It is time to take a extended Break<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFU5NqEUpJuZ3m2mldVPOHekMhmfUA6v5JG_g8K6WogFtzLCPf0L_d01bUE6DS_QkPoGrC_9jNR408yb9R_smf2eyapKFGcjrzq0UKMQddD8oH50MiIFf2b7hsBK7bzPCOoIRgtjSRHk/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFU5NqEUpJuZ3m2mldVPOHekMhmfUA6v5JG_g8K6WogFtzLCPf0L_d01bUE6DS_QkPoGrC_9jNR408yb9R_smf2eyapKFGcjrzq0UKMQddD8oH50MiIFf2b7hsBK7bzPCOoIRgtjSRHk/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>This is My Mom and Me..I have been trying to do to much of so many other things..I am exhausted mentally and physical. My Mother is my first priority..Why because she first loved me and cared for me and gave everything to me..She worked a full time job and then she came home to clean our home and cook and everything else that needed to be done..Why because she loved me and she put me before her self.. She gave up things she might have wanted because she wanted to give me more.. <br />
So I choose to do the the same thing for her..Not because of quilt because of love..She has taught me more about Love in these years of taking care of her. Yes there are things I would like to be doing but God has blessed me with her and I want to honor her and God...<br />
She is slipping away from me every day more and more..So this is the place I need to be taking care of her.<br />
As you have noticed I have not been posting very much..Why because I have not been creating. Now is just not the season..I have realized that..<br />
I will post now and then but it will be pictures of Her and the things she is doing and the words we share.<br />
Yes, it is stressful for Care Givers and I hope if there are more of you out there caring for your parents..I hope I can give you were of encouragement.. You are not alone and if I can ever help or just listen..Let me know..Yes there will be days you want to give up..But you want..There will be days you will want to scream and you will..There will be days of tears..Let them run down your face...But the best is there will be so many days of Love and words you will share.. I love you Mother and I kiss her soft cheek and she kisses mine and says I Love you more. It is worth every moment.<br />
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I love you Mother.<br />
Your daughter,<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-46404872427392375422011-09-20T23:16:00.003-05:002011-09-20T23:32:02.910-05:00If the Shoe Fits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNLEJuHIITvvYuhFT76ETeZ9Zdg061xQri2Lzb2wbDJrKOUIzUlmE8j7Ir-G8piegR0rSIFKRvVDU4pvnxSQ-Orhqkhyphenhyphen6zgQ9jNO8GduL4hdAkv9Tx9rmKP2P7kgQs_0dKbQx00j10jA/s1600/img093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNLEJuHIITvvYuhFT76ETeZ9Zdg061xQri2Lzb2wbDJrKOUIzUlmE8j7Ir-G8piegR0rSIFKRvVDU4pvnxSQ-Orhqkhyphenhyphen6zgQ9jNO8GduL4hdAkv9Tx9rmKP2P7kgQs_0dKbQx00j10jA/s320/img093.jpg" width="311" /></a></div>Sketch Book ..Did You know what it takes to step into one of these shoes with a four inch heel..<br />
It takes Confidence and Courage... All of us women have it we just hide behind the fear..Where does the fear come from. Do we create it our self ? Yes, we do sometimes but a lot of it comes from our enemy..The enemy is real.. He wants us to fall and stay on the ground.. So it is time to step into those shoes and defeat Fear and Let us rule our own steps with the help of our Creator..He can help us walk through anything and if at first when we step into those shoes and we are off balance..He is there to hold our hand until we are steady on our feet..To walk onto new ground and into new journeys.<br />
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Have a blessed week...And remember it does not have to be a four inch heal shoe, it can be your old converse. Just put them on and be not afraid..<br />
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May you always dream in color.<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-66808956053241433512011-09-04T18:21:00.001-05:002011-09-04T18:32:33.737-05:00Looking through the Camera Lens through My Eyes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxE6LQYkxnb5o-do3znNt86N0LaRn3kJb4oXbQSBWdeT9fGaWqtgGglGMlAfIAfF2JKOAUdGtgurAc-szwp9xJzdDbq970Nj9zshhrbYKeYDUaAFEstoCR86AjsvBzS4OpOQrTVKUzm0s/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxE6LQYkxnb5o-do3znNt86N0LaRn3kJb4oXbQSBWdeT9fGaWqtgGglGMlAfIAfF2JKOAUdGtgurAc-szwp9xJzdDbq970Nj9zshhrbYKeYDUaAFEstoCR86AjsvBzS4OpOQrTVKUzm0s/s320/014.JPG" width="320" xaa="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div> I have my camera on my shoulder while attending a small art show in the mountains of Alabama.. You ask where are the artist and where are their creative works.. I looked at all of them and there was some wonderful artist there. Even one of my very special friends.. My camera did not look to the artist instead it pulled me to the ground.. The earth called to me and all I saw was beauty and texture and color.. My hand reached for my camera and my eyes were open and I dropped to my knees and I started see the world from the ground.. Did I notice if anyone was looking of course not..I am an artist and I do not even notice.. I am in my own space now.<br />
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</div> I moved and saw texture and more texture..I could not paint but my eyes could see and my camera could touch and feel the rich color of shades of greys and browns.. So vivid and beautiful. I took only a few steps and my camera moved and a new element was added and it sent me in this direction. Of more beauty that lay on the ground. Right at my feet and no one else had noticed..God gave all this beauty for me to see.. I felt blessed. I moved and my eyes moved to this and my camera became my paint brush. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A fallen branch that had been stepped on and crumbled by the weather laid among the beauty. Tiny bits of green sprinkled around..Tiny twigs lay in its perfect spot. Then just a few steps away and I say the final destination of this journey .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A pathway of broken twigs and how they connected to the roots from the tree leading me to follow it with my eyes and my camera a Pathway . How it was Perfect and Simple to Me.. As Life should be..Everything on this earth made by the Perfect Love, God. Then as I left this Mountain. I took my camera up for the last time to remember this day and took this Shot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>May You have a wonderful week full of inspiration and Blessings.<br />
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KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-62005545918888968092011-08-15T16:40:00.000-05:002011-08-15T16:40:35.400-05:00Sketch Book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKfhqLNOuH__malJefL48SMFmdB5wL04G6dyCZyx6njmrSCAfi21JYCQBnV8BoN1xPlyNsr66dJ37kJQHeBZzKCixfs6k27Wybj5qiGyqSgWdq2CZuuTC-hDn46kGe8FNrUg_eZPsDko/s1600/img088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKfhqLNOuH__malJefL48SMFmdB5wL04G6dyCZyx6njmrSCAfi21JYCQBnV8BoN1xPlyNsr66dJ37kJQHeBZzKCixfs6k27Wybj5qiGyqSgWdq2CZuuTC-hDn46kGe8FNrUg_eZPsDko/s400/img088.jpg" width="290" /></a></div>This is from a older sketch book..As you can see I have not been posting very often.. It seems I just do not have the desire to create anything..It is as my muse has left me or maybe I have just left it.. So when I found this sketch I can not remember what I was thinking when I sketched it. but I do remember it was when my Mom was in the hospital the last time.<br />
My Mom seems to be slipping away from me.. It makes me sad when I see her confused and she can not remember just a few minutes ago. I watch her sometimes and she just sits and stares at nothing for long periods of time. She also is in what they call the last stage of COPD . She can not do much except sit in her chair and just to get up and take a few steps makes her struggle to get air.. Now that her dementia is getting worse she does not understand why she can not do things like she use to do.. She will say things like I know I can still drive or I know I can plant a garden and then when I try to explain to her she does not understand.<br />
It breaks my heart.<br />
I suppose I am just tired my self.. I am not complaining, just tired and I think I could use some away time. Just by my self to find me again. Just a get away from the worries and the stress..Does that sound selfish?<br />
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Thanks for all of you who listen to me and I always appreciate every comment.<br />
Have a wonderful week.<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-60746841070372803662011-07-28T00:37:00.002-05:002011-07-28T16:03:38.877-05:00Repost For The Buried Treasure over at Seth's Blog The Altered Page<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6a1WcsVCYOpeMxfLTrxUZokVMOHc5k5p7pr_PJWxViMEQaUbAMSo-8VDKIOkc8ZX8HKDQ_ev37z1RewQTIsHoaqxsxm0F9KmCQfhIMOSevtk8DHliwxmJIF-49w5KsVSdRnUQrEatvSY/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783791870643186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6a1WcsVCYOpeMxfLTrxUZokVMOHc5k5p7pr_PJWxViMEQaUbAMSo-8VDKIOkc8ZX8HKDQ_ev37z1RewQTIsHoaqxsxm0F9KmCQfhIMOSevtk8DHliwxmJIF-49w5KsVSdRnUQrEatvSY/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div>This is a really a buried Treasure it is from 2009..One of first post when I started my Blog..I am still taking care of my Mom and it is still a blessing to have her with me..Even though her mind and memory is slipping away from her..Which makes me so sad and I am trying to treasure every moment of each thought she can still remember.<br />
Thank you Seth for doing this again..It makes us look back and find all those treasures we have forgotten and also to see so many wonderful artists. So if you have not been to his blog..Please do so you will be in for a treat.. <a href="http://www.thealteredpage.blogspot.com/">http://www.thealteredpage.blogspot.com/</a></div><div></div>This piece I have done is a 9/12 on canvas.. It is done in all acrylic with a top coat of gloss varnish. The Title is called <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shattered</span>.. The reason because of the mind either due to disease or of age the pieces become shattered and the brain can not be repaired and become whole again. So it will always be a search. Looking for the pieces, small or large of your life.<br />
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Today is the Day..<br />
Explore.<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-36858519762868620662011-07-26T19:50:00.001-05:002011-07-26T19:52:13.473-05:00New Journal Page and New Look.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlCF_aivxlcGO2Mw6ukwnSv8mkNPi7E9V8WEUoJD87aeJExx8piLj7j4z5kN-BhHQl-rKneHWl2hnNcQ2tC-t1dB55537xTFKw105aKVf-aowcmNT02OU-L3y27w0x-8fFQHbGNmOvgM/s1600/img087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlCF_aivxlcGO2Mw6ukwnSv8mkNPi7E9V8WEUoJD87aeJExx8piLj7j4z5kN-BhHQl-rKneHWl2hnNcQ2tC-t1dB55537xTFKw105aKVf-aowcmNT02OU-L3y27w0x-8fFQHbGNmOvgM/s400/img087.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Journal page in a book that I thought would be fun because of the texture of the paper.. Wrong, So this will probably be the the only page used on this book..So I will tear it out and paste it into another book..That is another day.<br />
I changed the look of my blog..Tired of the old and not sure if I am pleased with the new.<br />
We shall see.<br />
The heat here in the south is so humid..Just want to stay inside and stay cool. That is what I do most of the days except to escape to the grocery store. Like that is a fun escape..LOL.<br />
Have a good week and as Julia Roberts says in Pretty Woman...Stay Cool.<br />
How I love that movie...I may put that on my to watch list again for the 100th time.<br />
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KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-17098501568354194042011-07-14T16:19:00.002-05:002011-07-14T16:23:22.231-05:00WHAT IF?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXmORstM_o4fQ7X5jRBAOIfH5Bjqw-bYXU6rkpv0QspKsaDr6_lNg-5SGJLsqsSUl9j0-yE739DgH1HZDBBXiQC3qs3mY1aOPjkGG7dVb_FPSvy_wgP6TaKEY2B2kyoWjYzov8wp2e9k/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXmORstM_o4fQ7X5jRBAOIfH5Bjqw-bYXU6rkpv0QspKsaDr6_lNg-5SGJLsqsSUl9j0-yE739DgH1HZDBBXiQC3qs3mY1aOPjkGG7dVb_FPSvy_wgP6TaKEY2B2kyoWjYzov8wp2e9k/s400/037.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>A Tree in it's self.. <br />
The texture of its bark.<br />
The depth of its color showing both light and dark.<br />
Leaves of green thus turning to glorious colors in the fall.<br />
Winter it goes into a rest. I believe it is creating and thinking of it's new beginning.<br />
I suppose it does take naps. It does have to rest for the new beginning.<br />
Trees are like people.. <br />
The bark comes in all different colors like people.<br />
The Outside of Bark has texture just like skin.<br />
It you touch it you can either feel the smooth or the ruff..<br />
Leaves the same Has Hair. Except in reverse the only thing about Trees they get to start over.<br />
People do not.<br />
Trees just like People we all have to rest and create . <br />
This Tree has a scar and so do People..Some are visible some are not.<br />
What if Trees did talk and tell their stories.<br />
They do talk. You just have to LISTEN....Just like People we just need to LISTEN...<br />
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I do love trees and I know a lot of other people out there does also..This one I just took the shot of it's scar<br />
I could just see more than a scar. I could see? What do you see?<br />
Have a Creative Week and Beyond.<br />
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KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-30613865322974604752011-07-04T08:57:00.000-05:002011-07-04T08:57:27.543-05:00HAPPY 4TH OF JULY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqnxLLAKdBJgCaqVeP7PEhRF8ZB_Gw9_Kt5BCB3id0eH400boJv9SgIaC3P56zqTGFUzhprfcLpGB2UMEN6haELg544jyviI5TxYxESu3eKVzZhYnQrzmHuUKbFgmyCUE1Q-bIVmbfrQ/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqnxLLAKdBJgCaqVeP7PEhRF8ZB_Gw9_Kt5BCB3id0eH400boJv9SgIaC3P56zqTGFUzhprfcLpGB2UMEN6haELg544jyviI5TxYxESu3eKVzZhYnQrzmHuUKbFgmyCUE1Q-bIVmbfrQ/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Shadow Shot... THANK YOU FOR OUR FREEDOM . HAVE A HAPPY 4TH OF JULY....Poetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-60259660152215572852011-06-30T16:14:00.002-05:002011-06-30T20:05:10.940-05:00ARE YOU SERIOUS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwv_XdKcyqmZg7h4lTEedepp-L5PjM6yRPUytlekPjfEnIer-5cIBNreA5mI7m31RVLaCna95G6wr4z7PacI9WUmnzupmFx3V1FaNXsOfQdGDswCIsXNVcQW_2ydskE2Iq6dcNx7YaMI/s1600/img086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwv_XdKcyqmZg7h4lTEedepp-L5PjM6yRPUytlekPjfEnIer-5cIBNreA5mI7m31RVLaCna95G6wr4z7PacI9WUmnzupmFx3V1FaNXsOfQdGDswCIsXNVcQW_2ydskE2Iq6dcNx7YaMI/s400/img086.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
This is another 2 page from my little book of Sometimes I just pick it up..And this is what shows up.<br />
This is Sam...He thinks he can hide behind the words.. I know, I know. You might have to click on it to see and read the words..To get a closer look.. If you want to.<br />
Did you know that so many people hide behind their words and really are afraid 2 show what is inside their hearts. You know why Fear!<br />
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Isaiah41:10<br />
So do not fear, for I am with you;<br />
do not be dismayed,for I am your God.<br />
I will strengthen you and help you:<br />
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.<br />
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Have a good Thursday...<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-29891295522914109222011-06-23T16:15:00.000-05:002011-06-23T16:15:29.915-05:00My Ears Are Stretching to Listen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3UtQDLohK8X9tOVFuuKAoJxcvPFVvJq0wXvFHXpV_9jMfqfs313GjR0a_gsioQx9zrKyrBEzqZjz7Jd__9ZWwg_oKTr4MviefF0pynpM-3CBIjZZZIav6jts1VMxDdnDAbkk28AQ2bI/s1600/img084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3UtQDLohK8X9tOVFuuKAoJxcvPFVvJq0wXvFHXpV_9jMfqfs313GjR0a_gsioQx9zrKyrBEzqZjz7Jd__9ZWwg_oKTr4MviefF0pynpM-3CBIjZZZIav6jts1VMxDdnDAbkk28AQ2bI/s400/img084.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I have been working in the little book off and on..I will paint a few pages and then I will pick it up and this is what come off the page.. I wanted her to have big ears because I have been trying to listen more instead of talking.. I seem to talk to much and not listen. I am trying and I am doing better but I need more improvement so I made the ears pointed as though someone is pulling them and stretching them to say LISTEN!!!!!!!!<br />
Maybe it is the book I am reading . The title is called Discerning the voice of GOD.. How to recognize when God speaks.. <br />
Have a great weekend and enjoy the moments.<br />
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May you always dream in color,<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-27710834181550854722011-06-16T14:31:00.000-05:002011-06-16T14:31:26.332-05:00Reading and Inspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH16iCK8y8uYIS3X19Bd9s64BGerddu4dXAXhq-sOSK058kbRIkKvxZt95Pd4GfuNSQNF-WnpBGLmQ6TGaKjKzd0-siv_oL7-UJv6jc4viSIl9hjF2HCW_Va2G7XiGBKr5qTvnwnVnJzs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH16iCK8y8uYIS3X19Bd9s64BGerddu4dXAXhq-sOSK058kbRIkKvxZt95Pd4GfuNSQNF-WnpBGLmQ6TGaKjKzd0-siv_oL7-UJv6jc4viSIl9hjF2HCW_Va2G7XiGBKr5qTvnwnVnJzs/s400/005.JPG" t8="true" width="300" /></a></div>24x24 Canvas.. I have been back at the drawing board so to speak and painting over some that I did not like..This is one I painted over, underneath is too much darkness so I decided to give it light. <br />
I have been painting on this one for a couple of days..<br />
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So my inspiration came from this....Psalm 27:1<br />
The Lord is my light and my salvation<br />
whom shall I fear?<br />
The Lord is the stronghold of my life<br />
of whom shall I be afraid?<br />
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Fear is a dark shadow that envelops us and ultimately imprisons us within ourselves. Everyone has been a prisoner of fear at one time or another.<br />
But we can conquer fear by trusting in the Lord who brings salvation.<br />
If we want to dispel the darkness of fear let us remember with the psalm writer that.<br />
the Lord is my light and my salvation.<br />
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I hope you can see the painting ok with the glare...Is it finished. I signed it..<br />
Have a wonderful rest of the week and enjoy the weekend.<br />
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Thanks for stopping by and I always love your comments.<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-80292675730041020632011-06-12T16:42:00.001-05:002011-06-12T16:45:04.574-05:00RE DO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7R8rWFmImKz6bqQADdThLhV1VgDhcuMDopsHnoFS-Xo2muX2Lw2gAT-t_RWNaaXUBxK4gAr71jsUUxZyE-PZ_uyT-XvVywBUMogmZ6hU1W1Bp6h-I8t3i6E1K8BgU2fmp4U7_x9YvGI/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-7R8rWFmImKz6bqQADdThLhV1VgDhcuMDopsHnoFS-Xo2muX2Lw2gAT-t_RWNaaXUBxK4gAr71jsUUxZyE-PZ_uyT-XvVywBUMogmZ6hU1W1Bp6h-I8t3i6E1K8BgU2fmp4U7_x9YvGI/s320/011.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div>This is a small piece I had done and I thought it was finished but I really never liked it..So it went into that pile that said I do not think so but ... <br />
I picked it up and then I realized most of my art pieces I have to write on them somewhere or it seems to be missing something.. So I think my heart is, as my Blog is stated Poetic Artist.....So now I added one more layer of color and then I picked up my pen and starting writing..Now it is finished..It is just a small 12x12 on board.<br />
I hope everyone has a wonderful week and I do not know about everyone else but it it hot here in the south.<br />
I am staying inside and drinking Lemonade..Yumm...Maybe some iced Tea..No sugar and with lemon.<br />
Have a blessed week and may you always dream in color.<br />
KatelenPoetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483039576886126826.post-45913288828368939982011-06-07T23:35:00.001-05:002011-06-08T00:27:19.100-05:00Looking Inside<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a small piece I had started and set it aside because I just did not know where it was going. I loved the texture of it and had used my palette knife to put the paint and texture on..It had been sitting on my table on the easel. I have not been painting or creating for awhile..I would walk up into my studio and walk back out again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> My heart was just not into creating anything. The truth my heart has not really been into anything for awhile. I knew it was not but I just did not know what to do. I had starting back into the church and I had starting reading my Bible. There is where it began. I had been running from the only one who truly knew me and loved me . I had been running most of my life.. I had anger and fear and Satan had control of me. I had let him take my joy and my peace.. No more...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I have given my Life back to our dear Savior Jesus. You know he never had left me, I had just left him. God is faithful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I did know something was changing inside of me. My heart, my mind and my spirit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Praise God. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really did not mean to write all this down but it just all come out with this painting I was posting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The day I walked up into my studio. I looked at this piece and I saw the tree and then I took charcoal and starting rubbing it into the piece and it brought out the details and all I could see was this beautiful tree. Then I thought if we would just truly look inside what would we see and it would be the HEART..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just tried to give you a small close up of the details underneath the painting. You can click on either one to get more details of the texture..If you want to..LOL...I hope you will.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you for visiting my blog and I hope in the future. I will began to paint again but this time my art will be filled with light and love not gloom and doom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I leave you with this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Psalm 96:12</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have a blessed week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Katelen </div>Poetic Artisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245636615707851354noreply@blogger.com6