Floating through the sky

here are some sketchy sketches that i idly drew while vaguely occupied with other things....
everything that floats up into the beautiful sky is quite enchanting to me...bubbles and balloons and dandelion fluff
even if something like...a sofa, started floating i would sit there and stare with happy and wondering eyes:D
everything that is, except things that splat and cause unpleasantness :)
lol
k peace<3

Come?

He said "Come."
At that word my soul gave a happy little skip but Alas! my flesh had quite a different reaction. Down to my toes my stomach plunged and with a wild leap my heart was in my throat making my startled exclamation come out in a stifled squeak. For past his outstretched hand i saw many many things, uncomfortable things. There were distant foreign lands, groups of unknown people, many of who seemed to be in pain...gruesome pain. It made me feel a little sick and all the more frightened. There were many things i saw but the scariest was the fuzzy unknown things, the unknown future.I knew of course that the future is always hidden but those blurry visions did not look at all like what i had carefully planned for my future. I turned my eyes toward his kind and oh so gentle ones.
I stuttered, "But...but you..you want me to follow you there? But what if...what if i should catch some horrible disease? For it is all so dirty and unsafe! but worse than that, worse than and bodily harm...what if i go and they hate me? you know yesterday with those kids...how could you expect me to hang out with them? I am quite shy you know and what should i have said? I didn't know them you see. They might have laughed at my stumbling words. And another thing...you know how i should like to give you my everything,earthly goods and all, but i feel so poor already. If i gave it all to you, how would i pay for college...and everything else? i know you say you will provide everything i need but...will you??"
my voice broke off and i wrung my hands. The worries, doubts and fears still racing through my mind. He just stood there while behind him flashed all the alarming things.
Again he said, "Come..." this time even more softly. Again my soul gave that absurd little jump. My soul's excitement caused my feet to take one involuntary step forward. But much too fast my flesh wrestled back control and the next thing i knew i was cowering behind the couch.
"Okay, this is just silly!" my soul huffed in annoyance.
"No its not!" my flesh replied, "didn't you see all that stuff??"
"Oh come on! You know He says all the time not to be afraid,be of good courage, i will take care of you." my soul countered.
"Yes!...but...Oh will he? Oh if only i could be for certain..." i chewed my fingernails nervously.
"You can be for certain! Do you not trust him?"
"Yes but..."
"Oh of course! always the 'but' must come into play! The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." my soul said bitterly.
"Oh dear!" i sighed heavily,  "if only i could shake this fear."
There came a faint whisper, "Ask him to borrow you courage. You can't do this on your own.Give him control."
My eyes brightened and my soul clapped
"What a splendid idea!' My soul and body said in unison. I peeked over the couch and there he stood with infinite patience.
"Could i...could i borrow some courage? a large dose please? and would you mind taking this fear?" I asked.
"Of course my child! i was wondering when you'd ask" He replied with a smile. He carefully lifted my fears and threw them far, ever so far away and then he wrapped my heart with courage and strength. When he was done he looked at me again with a twinkle in his beautiful eyes, "Come?"
I smiled and linked my arm in His.

When you follow Him it won't be safe and comfortable, on the contrary it will be rather alarming at times and very unsafe by human standards. Its crazy really, how safe you'll feel in the most unsafe circumstances.

P.s the painting is for sale: 11in by 14in acrylic on canvas...it was done impressionist style for school.

Eiffel tower

heres a really quick painting i did...i spent barely any time on it at all...i just  wanted to paint the Eiffel tower only i didnt feel like taking the time...lol so thus the slightly lopsided tower:)
someday i hope to actually tour Paris instead of just sitting in the airport the whole time im there..
someday...

Circus girl

colorful art erupts
           unbelievable stunts
so much to see! 
 transported to a world of the impossible
           lights
humor
   sparkling all around
gasp!
     how did they do that?
          strange animals parade through
elaborate costumes everywhere
     much clapping
  eyes wide!
      the circus is in town!
   
This girl was not intended to be a circus girl...i just let the brush go were it would and this is what came to be... i looked at the painting half way through and saw it had 'circus' written all over it and thus finished it with that in mind :)

This painting is dedicated to my friend trish due to the little black teardrop (ps its a inside joke/memory :D)  <3 <3

Melted Crayons

The other day i did art with some school kids and this is what we did:) We melted crayons onto canvas! yay! Was great fun! Im quite in love with all the pieces, for the bright colors are quite enchanting:) 

My life

This was a art project for school...I was supposed to illustrate the stories of my life inside the letters of my name. It was a good assignment cause when i looked over my life,looked at my childhood and how i got to where i am now i realized that God has blessed me so much!i realized i take it for granted...For i know a happy and carefree childhood is quite rare....I am so blessed.
I wasnt able to put as many memories in as i wished to...Some are just a little to hard to draw i guess...:D and there was only so much room...and i could hardly draw all the peoples faces who've been part of my life as much as i wanted to...
anyway twas a fun assignment
peace out<3
btw the assignment said we had to color it with pencil crayon....im not really a fan of them..but o well i guess painting it would have taken ever so much longer...

Pink

lately i find myself painting alot of wildflowers....
        and giving alot paintings away...
this one i gave to old friend(not old as in ancient but old as in we been friends from the day she was born...which was only a month after me:D lol)..so in other words my forever friend brittany:)
it was another of my hastily done paintings...
i dont like to spend excessive amounts of time painting instead of being with my guests, you see...
p.s. if anyone wants to come visit me in this distant land i may just paint you a painting....since i seem to be making a practice of it...:)
anyway..
Brittany i miss you!thanks so much for the fun times! hope to see you again soon!
x0x0x0x

Wildflower Field

i painted this wildflower field for my newly found friend Jessica..it was hastily done so its far from perfect but i hope you don't mind Jess:) thanks for coming out here to this far away country! and please come again!
x0x0x

Cameron Falls

So it has been a very long time since i'v last posted... about 3 weeks actualy! but you see, my dear friend Lisa was visiting for about that amount of time and i was too busy hanging out with her to post. :)
But while she was here i finished this painting. I sent it with her because this waterfall and where it is, holds many good memories for us:)
So Lisa when you see this painting remember me and please come back soon!
miss you already!
x0x0x

Daughter of the Rainbow

At length as they turned a curve in the road they beheld just before them a curious sight.
A little girl, radiant and beautiful, shapely as a fairy and exquisitely dressed, was dancing gracefully in the middle of the lonely road, whirling slowly this way and that, her dainty feet twinkling in sprightly fashion. She was clad in flowing, fluffy robes of soft material that reminded Dorothy of woven cobwebs, only it was colored in soft tintings of violet, rose, topaz, olive, azure, and white, mingled together most harmoniously in stripes which melted one into the other with soft blendings. Her hair was like spun gold and flowed around her in a cloud, no strand being fastened or confined by either pin or ornament or ribbon.
Filled with wonder and admiration our friends approached and stood watching this fascinating dance. The girl was no taller than Dorothy, although more slender; nor did she seem any older than our little heroine.

Suddenly she paused and abandoned the dance, as if for the first time observing the presence of strangers. As she faced them, shy as a frightened fawn, poised upon one foot as if to fly the next instant, Dorothy was astonished to see tears flowing from her violet eyes and trickling down her lovely rose-hued cheeks. That the dainty maiden should dance and weep at the same time was indeed surprising; so Dorothy asked in a soft, sympathetic voice:
"Are you unhappy, little girl?"
"Very!" was the reply; "I am lost."
"Why, so are we," said Dorothy, smiling; "but we don't cry about it."
"Don't you? Why not?"
"'Cause I've been lost before, and always got found again," answered Dorothy simply.
"But I've never been lost before," murmured the dainty maiden, "and I'm worried and afraid."
"You were dancing," remarked Dorothy, in a puzzled tone of voice.
"Oh, that was just to keep warm," explained the maiden, quickly. "It was not because I felt happy or gay, I assure you."
Dorothy looked at her closely. Her gauzy flowing robes might not be very warm, yet the weather wasn't at all chilly, but rather mild and balmy, like a spring day.
"Who are you, dear?" she asked, gently.
"I'm Polychrome," was the reply.
"Polly whom?
"Polychrome. I'm the Daughter of the Rainbow."
"Oh!" said Dorothy with a gasp; "I didn't know the Rainbow had children. But I MIGHT have known it, before you spoke. You couldn't really be anything else."
"Why not?" inquired Polychrome, as if surprised.
"Because you're so lovely and sweet."
The little maiden smiled through her tears, came up to Dorothy, and placed her slender fingers in the Kansas girl's chubby hand.
"You'll be my friend--won't you?" she said, pleadingly.
"Of course."

"And what is your name?"
"I'm Dorothy; and this is my friend Shaggy Man, who owns the Love Magnet; and this is Button-Bright--only you don't see him as he really is because the Fox-King carelessly changed his head into a fox head. But the real Button-Bright is good to look at, and I hope to get him changed back to himself, some time."
The Rainbow's Daughter nodded cheerfully, no longer afraid of her new companions.
"But who is this?" she asked, pointing to Toto, who was sitting before her wagging his tail in the most friendly manner and admiring the pretty maid with his bright eyes. "Is this, also, some enchanted person?"
"Oh no, Polly--I may call you Polly, mayn't I? Your whole name's awful hard to say."
"Call me Polly if you wish, Dorothy."
"Well, Polly, Toto's just a dog; but he has more sense than Button-Bright, to tell the truth; and I'm very fond of him."
"So am I," said Polychrome, bending gracefully to pat Toto's head.

"But how did the Rainbow's Daughter ever get on this lonely road, and become lost?" asked the shaggy man, who had listened wonderingly to all this.
"Why, my father stretched his rainbow over here this morning, so that one end of it touched this road," was the reply; "and I was dancing upon the pretty rays, as I love to do, and never noticed I was getting too far over the bend in the circle. Suddenly I began to slide, and I went faster and faster until at last I bumped on the ground, at the very end. Just then father lifted the rainbow again, without noticing me at all, and though I tried to seize the end of it and hold fast, it melted away entirely and I was left alone and helpless on the cold, hard earth!"
"It doesn't seem cold to me, Polly," said Dorothy; "but perhaps you're not warmly dressed."
"I'm so used to living nearer the sun," replied the Rainbow's Daughter, "that at first I feared I would freeze down here. But my dance has warmed me some, and now I wonder how I am ever to get home again."
"Won't your father miss you, and look for you, and let down another rainbow for you?"
"Perhaps so, but he's busy just now because it rains in so many parts of the world at this season, and he has to set his rainbow in a lot of different places. What would you advise me to do, Dorothy?"

Come with us," was the answer. "I'm going to try to find my way to the Emerald City, which is in the fairy Land of Oz. The Emerald City is ruled by a friend of mine, the Princess Ozma, and if we can manage to get there I'm sure she will know a way to send you home to your father again."
"Do you really think so?" asked Polychrome, anxiously.
"I'm pretty sure."
"Then I'll go with you," said the little maid; "for travel will help keep me warm, and father can find me in one part of the world as well as another--if he gets time to look for me."
"Come along, then," said the shaggy man, cheerfully; and they started on once more. Polly walked beside Dorothy a while, holding her new friend's hand as if she feared to let it go; but her nature seemed as light and buoyant as her fleecy robes, for suddenly she darted ahead and whirled round in a giddy dance. Then she tripped back to them with sparkling eyes and smiling cheeks, having regained her usual happy mood and forgotten all her worry about being lost.
They found her a charming companion, and her dancing and laughter-- for she laughed at times like the tinkling of a silver bell--did much to enliven their journey and keep them contented.




I painted this girl and taking a second look i thought "oh! this is the daughter of the rainbow!" 
Some of my favorite books as a kid...actualy i still love them, are all the Oz books:) 
about Dorothy the little girl who went on many travels in the magical land of Oz...
This is a excerpt from the book called 'The Road to Oz" 
Its delightful :) 
...anyway abit more about the actual painting... 
I guess i caught her in a very rare moment of sadness...since she is usually a happy and carefree child, it must have been right after she got left behind from her dear rainbow. Thus the look of blue pensive-ness on her face.  
maby someday i shall have to paint her when she's her usual joyful self
Since i didnt have a watercolor paper she got a bit wrinkled too...ah well...she was very experimental...i do believe she was the second watercoloured piece iv done(Facade was done after her) 
k nuf said
peace out<3

Facade

i didnt have watercolor paper so the paper wrinkled quite abit resulting in a sorta puffed cheek look..?it also created random tiger looking lines...that a less than observant eye couldnt see(i hope)...and dont go and try to find the lines now either please:D

Daydream...

so this was an experiment... its done in watercolour...something iv never done before...and iv never painted a face before either..
So two new things in one painting! yay!
i decided that i love watercolour tho:)
i stayed up late painting this cause i couldnt get it outa my head until it was done...and it didnt help that i was inspired quite late in the eve...

It turned out too crowded but still it was fun to do so i dont care what it looks like:D


gotta live and learn


anyway 'nuf talking...
happy day dreams everyone:)

Little Bo Peep

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep

And can't tell where to find them  

Leave them alone and they'll come home

Wagging their tails behind them.

tis another illustration i did for school....the colours of the painting didnt scan well onto the computer sadly..:( 

anyway, peace<3 

Little bros work

This is some graffiti done by my little 9 year old bro :D
 it says Chaos
I try to encourage my little sibling's artistic endeavors:)
Thanks Arron for letting me show this work of art :D
<3

Peter Pan

''A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in. He had carried Tinker Bell part of the way, and his hand was still messy with the fairy dust.''

click here to read the Magical original story of Peter Pan http://www.readbookonline.net/title/6/

For art i had to illustrate a phrase from a fairy tale....3 of them actualy...so more fairy tale illustrations coming up!I had to use a cartoon-y sorta style and thus i used a cartoon-y sorta style! which is in fact much easier than realistic style!(surprise surprise!)

but yes I'v always loved fairy tales and Peter Pan is one of my favorites:) 

the illustration doesn't do justice to the delightful-ness of the story...and i dont know what he's hiding behind his back...maby his fairy-dust glowing hand...? :D if i hadnt been so lazy i would have changed that particular position.