artistic endeavors: a freaking tree.

i painted this may 11 and 16.
crazy how behind i get.

this rather large canvas started out with a different vision of mine.

but you know what?
sometimes it happens that the first thing you thought . . . it's just not right.
it's stagnant.
not new enough.
it doesn't test you.
the first idea; so normal and expected. [i mean, what! the first idea was a coffee one with a twist.]
but when it tests your belief in your work, your experience, your talent, your abilities . . .
that's when you're breaking through to something good. something new.
something that, after you run the last brush stroke over canvas, you realize it was good for you.
[the bird canvas coming soon was another new thing for me.]

and . . .
i'm obsessed with jesus culture music tonight.

it just doesn't. get. old.

remember when i said i was reading this? [again, way back in may.]

well, i didn't get through more than a few chapters.

i need to buy cold tangerines, though, because i didn't get to finish it before it had to go back. and we renew as many times as we can. it was so good.

a picture i found on some blog . . . dangit, can't remember where.

and my version of it.

hmm. that tree was a test. super huge one. 

do you know how dang hard it is to draw/paint a tree?

if you do, and you like it, kudos.

i have my mind on someone to give this to. she lives in state. and . . . who knows? might read this sometime. i have no clue:)

 a stricken tree, a living thing, so beautiful, so dignified, so admirable in its potential longevity, is, next to man, perhaps the most touching of wounded objects.

[Edna Ferber]

so . . . are you reading anything? any books? any favorite books? 

i'm about to start the yada yada prayer group series by neta jackson.