Artist

http://fiberartsmixedmedia.ning.com/profile/jeanne



You know being an artist is hard.

Ah you thought it was all brushes with little dabs of color

and Patrick Swayze sitting behind you while soft clay swirled in your hands.

Let me explain…..

There comes a time when EVERYTHING IS ART. Or can be used for ART.

Or something creative. I.E. Paper for instance. I got into international collage postcard trading (Thanks to Lu Ellen).

Each month is a different theme, so every time I see something colorful or vivid I save it in a little envelope at work. When these little envelopes get full I being them home.

I now have 32 little envies at home filled with fuzzy, curly, cute and vivid pieces of paper.

That is not the worst part. While making a collage you inevitably have to cut some of these vivid papers into shapes to fit or match your theme. Now these littler pieces fall to the counter top and start to make there own abstract design.

NOW YOU CAN’T GET RID OF THEM EITHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the sharpenings from my color pencils can also make a great
Masterpiece.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH WILL THE MADDNESS EVER END?

Harnising the Energy

Grandma post (Warning!!!)

I always like to do that because before I was a Gramma I would run away as someone pulled out their wallet or brag book to show me just how cute their little darlings were.

Yep I did not understand how important those little daily reminders
that we all did something GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like continue our family line was.

Now I do.

Anyhow. I know why God gives babies to younger women.
The energy they extrude is remarkable.

If we could only harness this energy OUR DEPENDANCE ON FOREIGN OIL WOULD SURELY END!!!

We only have one grand child for now; there is another one in the oven at baby school learning how to be cute, manipulative and devious.

Our grand daughter Kylie is very smart and very athletic

(see picture of her at 5 months trying to stand and play the WII)

I should probably send that pic into ninendo to use for a commercial.

Kylie likes to dive from one piece of furniture to another.

We were enjoying a little snack at the dinner table when she stood up and got that look on her face.

Omg she started to jump from her chair to mine.

Well right before she hit the floor I reached out and grabbed a handful of sweatshirt, right by her belly button.

Well she didn’t hit the floor by the grace of God.

But she had this look on her face (Like gramma is not as fast as Auntie Amy)

and her mouth was frozen in a huge “OH” like (That coulda hurt the baby)

Moral of the story is (KEEP ONE EYE ON BABY AT ALL TIMES) LOLOL