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Thursday, May 16, 2013

I now have 19,247 view on my blogger!

When I reach 20,000 views I will do a free giveaway of some kind! So I would love it if my viewers would leave feed back here as to what they might like me to give away! Hugs, Sanna
ps: remember its' up to you what you could win!

Trees and how they bless us!!!

When I was a child living in Holliston Massachusetts, I remember running through the forest behind my house as long as the sun would shine!!!! I remember how the tree's would bend down to make fairy houses for me and my little fairy girl friends (and my brother though can't remember him being invited, he was probably the troll). I remember the tree swing our dad made that hung between the limb of two strong oaks and how I would pump and try to make my toes touch the sun. I remember living in New England was such a great place to live because the trees were always changing never staying the same and how Fall would bring colors of vibrant oranges and purples and red and yet even though winter seems to bring them death a blanket of snow and ice would sheath them in silent protection making them pure in their slumber. Spring would always come again. Something I still always look forward to and one reason Spring time is one of my favorites is the sure sign spring has sprung when pussy willows pop out like alien creatures growing on sticks and you can cut a few down and bring em home to mom to put in a vase and they last all year long like that without even adding water! A still memory of new life like teeny little kittens on God grown shishkabob's!

OK so I admit Spring is also the season of my birth which is another reason I am quite fond of this time of year, yet even as I type this love letters to my blog readers and to the trees I have loved and do love the wafting of lilacs comes through my window in an intoxicating manor calling me to go sit on my farmers porch and enjoy my last evening of being fifty.

I think that I will never see

A poem as lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of Robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

~Joyce Kilmer,"Trees"1914

Look at the trees, looks at the birds, looks at the clouds, look at the stars...and if you have eyes you will be able to see the the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason, they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flower- for no reason, it is simply unbelievable how happy flowers

are~OSHO

To the great tree- loving fraternity we belong.

We love trees with universal and unfeigned love,

and all things that do grow under them or around

them- the whole leaf and root tribe.

~Henry Ward Beecher

I did two pages about my Muse. Who she is , and how gets inspired!

I once was trapped inside my own cocoon.

But the Lord set me free!!!!

The two page spread

Monday, May 6, 2013

Self affirmations!

I am the mother of teenagers,and the only female in the house of five. So doing these affirmations was really healthy for me! I was needing them badly. I like how cheery my face looks and I am a friendly sort and I think it always shows.

My cat's think I'm intelligent!

I believe I am forgiving because I was forgiven by God, He has taught me how to forgive others and how to love myself again and even better.

Having an open heart keeps me young and helps me to help others.

I was such a cute baby!
I have gained mercy through life sufferings. I think through suffering we build character and character gives us mercy.

I have one blue eyed boy!

I still am an adventurer but my adventures have changed a lot since I have grown older. I take risks in different ways then I did when I was young, now my risks make more sense! When I was young I might have jumped from a plane had I been given the opportunity. Now my risk is putting my art out into the world and chancing being rejected or excepted selling or not! Offering my gifts instead of hiding them under a bushel!

We all must advocate for self!

Monday, April 29, 2013

My latest artwork is a memorial to my great grand mother Netti!

Here's my stain glass paper window it was a lot of work! Wanting to do this special because it was actually dedicated to my great grandmother Nettie Ardell Davis Holmes way back in 1913. One hundred years ago!!! She lived in New Derry, NH., near Lake Sunapee, A man named Cass Gilbert used to summer there. and he became a great friend with my great grandfather and great grandmother. He was a famous architectural designer. He designed the Woolworth Tower which was at the time the tallest skyscraper in the world. He invited my great grandmother and great grandfather to come see it in NYC. Since my great grandmother was the first woman to go to the top, she had to have all kinds of written wavers from Cass himself because it was only a freight elevator.Back in the year of 1913 women were only wearing long skirts so Nettie was at risk of getting her skirt caught in the elevator and being sucked down to her death which is why woman generally didn't ride the elevators. Later that year during the summer my poor great gram got a flu which turned into the whooping cough, finally to pneumonia, and she died after only three days of being seriously ill. Her children were still quite young and it was so sad.She was only 46 years old. Cass really liked my grandparents so he had Tiffany of NYC build this very large stain glassed window in memory of my great grandma Netti Holmes.

Yesterday I was visiting an antique store and found this picture and thought I would add it too to my Life Book Journal. Also the original Stained Glass picture I actually had to photograph it from my computer because the picture my cousin Petey sent me wouldn't download.

I once went to visit the church but no one was there so I wasn't able to see it in real life. The church is dead now and the window is covered in plastic on the outside for protective purposes. I am going to try and see if maybe the Boston Museum of Fine art might want it since Nettie's daughter went to college at the Boston Museum of Fine Art School. Her name was Dorothy Holmes and excellent artist!
The piece I made was done with Crystalline glassine papers I created with gel medium and paint on plain white tissue and meticulously cut pieces and glued them down, I painted the face though, I like how it came out and that it's a memorial.

I now feel more connected to my heritage!