Sometimes my color guesses rely on context for a clue. This morning as I walked Izzie, a new neighbor with bright purple tresses (about the length and curliness of Tal’s) was jogging with her dog. A breeze swiped the air with purple hair!
Does the man with the cane dye his dog’s hair? 😯
Cal’s observation about dresses, fabric, and thread choices reminded me of my mother’s comments about “flour sack” dresses during the Great Depression. While both my parents’ families were better off than many, for some the choice to clothe a daughter had been to slightly alter large flour sacks by creating head and arm openings. My sense suggests that a search of that practice might yield examples of how the flour sacks were decorated?!
I can still see the Singer Treadle Sewing Machine that sat in the dining room of my maternal grandparent’s home. Looking back I can guess the dining table provided a large work area for working with bolts of fabric. Like a studio table?
Today our creative efforts rely less on buying patterns for that special dress than developing our imaginations and creative skills. I’d rather go that route than buy a sewing machine! 🙃
The man does not dye the dog's hair... although I HAVE seen dog's with dyed hair. I almost wonder if the pup I referenced today has some kind of a skin irritation problem. 🤷🏻♀️
Neighbor Dan gave me an update yesterday on the Boy Scout sock hop fundraiser -- for their mountain climbing trip our West. Not only was the dance a success -- there were women in poodle skirts! No flour sacks. 😉 Different era.
Ha! I admire people who quilt and sew, but love the freedom of words, pencils, and other art supplies. I feel like they can take me anywhere!
Ah, that poodle skirt era. I remember my penny loafers. Later, wing tip dress shoes! Later still when my son’s mother and I married, my suit was a sort of cream colored crushed velvet and dress shoes of the same color accented with patent leather. Bright red and green. Imagine that with my funky color perception. 🤷🏽
George Carlin: “If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?” 😁
I would say that dog portrait is seriously unrealistic, except I know that breed, and if anything, Gail, you’ve toned down the visual disconnect between forequarters and hindquarters that happen so often when they “sit” (should be a better term for posture that has a hind leg reaching above the ear, apparently at random 😳).
“The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.”
~ Manuela Leonhard
The great news is, a camera is not required. You can take a simple piece of paper, cut a square in the center of it and use it as your “finder.” I learned this lesson from page 102 of Austin Kleon‘s book, Keep Going. It was a lesson taught to the students of Sister Mary Corita Kent, who was an art teacher at Immaculate Heart College in Los Angeles in the 60’s.
Using this method helps us make common things uncommon, like a trip to the dog Park that results in a beautiful piece of Art and an inspirational article for the world to ponder...
What are your muses trying to tell YOU, us, the world?
I found Manuela on LinkedIn. She takes the most gorgeous shots of Zurich Switzerland with her camera. 📸
I'm just off of a call where I explained that writing for the 100 Naked Words publication on Medium served as my camera/square cut in paper. Writing and publishing everyday gave (gives) me good reason to be thoughtful... to see beauty in all things.
And a little music to add a dash of rhythm...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQ8xqyoZXCc
One of my favorite artists. Thanks for sharing. Follow your arrow where ever it points!
“Red-green color deficiency
Struggles with this dog
Life lived with this condition
Imbues it with a fog”
Sometimes my color guesses rely on context for a clue. This morning as I walked Izzie, a new neighbor with bright purple tresses (about the length and curliness of Tal’s) was jogging with her dog. A breeze swiped the air with purple hair!
Does the man with the cane dye his dog’s hair? 😯
Cal’s observation about dresses, fabric, and thread choices reminded me of my mother’s comments about “flour sack” dresses during the Great Depression. While both my parents’ families were better off than many, for some the choice to clothe a daughter had been to slightly alter large flour sacks by creating head and arm openings. My sense suggests that a search of that practice might yield examples of how the flour sacks were decorated?!
I can still see the Singer Treadle Sewing Machine that sat in the dining room of my maternal grandparent’s home. Looking back I can guess the dining table provided a large work area for working with bolts of fabric. Like a studio table?
Today our creative efforts rely less on buying patterns for that special dress than developing our imaginations and creative skills. I’d rather go that route than buy a sewing machine! 🙃
The man does not dye the dog's hair... although I HAVE seen dog's with dyed hair. I almost wonder if the pup I referenced today has some kind of a skin irritation problem. 🤷🏻♀️
Neighbor Dan gave me an update yesterday on the Boy Scout sock hop fundraiser -- for their mountain climbing trip our West. Not only was the dance a success -- there were women in poodle skirts! No flour sacks. 😉 Different era.
Ha! I admire people who quilt and sew, but love the freedom of words, pencils, and other art supplies. I feel like they can take me anywhere!
Ah, that poodle skirt era. I remember my penny loafers. Later, wing tip dress shoes! Later still when my son’s mother and I married, my suit was a sort of cream colored crushed velvet and dress shoes of the same color accented with patent leather. Bright red and green. Imagine that with my funky color perception. 🤷🏽
Your “arting” fits you well!
Thank you Gary!
Crushed velvet... saucy!
George Carlin: “If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?” 😁
I would say that dog portrait is seriously unrealistic, except I know that breed, and if anything, Gail, you’ve toned down the visual disconnect between forequarters and hindquarters that happen so often when they “sit” (should be a better term for posture that has a hind leg reaching above the ear, apparently at random 😳).
😂 Love the joke!
I nicked the dog from a book. Definitely a work of art and not a photograph. :)
“The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.”
~ Manuela Leonhard
The great news is, a camera is not required. You can take a simple piece of paper, cut a square in the center of it and use it as your “finder.” I learned this lesson from page 102 of Austin Kleon‘s book, Keep Going. It was a lesson taught to the students of Sister Mary Corita Kent, who was an art teacher at Immaculate Heart College in Los Angeles in the 60’s.
Using this method helps us make common things uncommon, like a trip to the dog Park that results in a beautiful piece of Art and an inspirational article for the world to ponder...
What are your muses trying to tell YOU, us, the world?
Hmmm? 🤔
I found Manuela on LinkedIn. She takes the most gorgeous shots of Zurich Switzerland with her camera. 📸
I'm just off of a call where I explained that writing for the 100 Naked Words publication on Medium served as my camera/square cut in paper. Writing and publishing everyday gave (gives) me good reason to be thoughtful... to see beauty in all things.
Nice job with the dog.
Thank you Pennie! 🐶 Woof!