tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68471052119700004742024-03-05T15:16:26.876-08:00Window to the world of WinnieroseI am a pastel artist who is dabbling in acrylics, drawing, and any artistic medium that lifts my soul.Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-80735765404419570712017-12-11T05:00:00.000-08:002017-12-11T05:00:08.458-08:00saying goodbye<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnuNJgUlCRJg-ieJcv3PUfjOe4Z24wSZRZMGUVU_p9LeQ6UKxXfbxC7OazuCApqPeYWhyH-3UrucOm0HreUUBpF-zlkSmIXfXaN-RzT4nVrcfMirIJm43cOuzrS4droCvoM_U6df6aHnE/s1600-h/100_0532.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292597548080922434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnuNJgUlCRJg-ieJcv3PUfjOe4Z24wSZRZMGUVU_p9LeQ6UKxXfbxC7OazuCApqPeYWhyH-3UrucOm0HreUUBpF-zlkSmIXfXaN-RzT4nVrcfMirIJm43cOuzrS4droCvoM_U6df6aHnE/s400/100_0532.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 279px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
This is one of my favorites. I really had to close my eyes, breathe deeply and picture the most relaxing thing that I liked doing. I constantly question, what is joy to me ?<br />
Well this is one of my moments of joy, and today I received an email to say it has sold. How exciting!<br />
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And then I dissect my feelings.<br />
1)<br />
I recieve much needed confirmation that my art is good enough, that someone has wanted it enough to buy it.<br />
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I will receive money which pays back the housekeeping for frames, pastels, paper etc. I don't feel guilt at feeding my art.<br />
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I feel a tad melancholy over the fact, that, I wont see this painting again, it has a new home, which is wonderful, but, it is part of me, I drew from the depths of my soul a part of me, and described my joy on paper.<br />
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I wonder if my art friends feel the same ?<br />
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Oh well, I like to think that I have a kindred spirit somewhere, and right now she is laying back with a wine admiring her new acquisition<br />
3)<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-41471728852867253492017-12-11T04:56:00.002-08:002017-12-11T04:56:55.991-08:00Six years on......It seems a lifetime ago that I was able to showcase my tentative efforts at expressing my artwork. It was through these blogs that I " met" some struggling artists like myself, needing to find more information about where to take my art. We joined forums and shared info, art shows, styles etc It certainly has been a journey, and I've tried many mediums, shown my work in exhibitions, joined and sold my work on redbubble, various galleries and had it printed on cards etc. Facebook has made it easy to upload photos of my artwork - Wendi.S illustrations & paintings, as does Instagram - wendi.seymour<br />
This blog was almost my art diary and I signed in tonight ready to delete it all, however it brought back so many memories of struggles- self doubt- disappointments as well as pure joy being immersed in art and I can see how very far I've come in 6 or so years . So, I'm leaving it for posterity -<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-35144224084964906942011-09-22T05:05:00.000-07:002011-09-22T05:05:48.685-07:00High tea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I fell in love with a photo of the very gorgeous Jasmine, who was having afternoon tea. I've played with this for a while now, and just need a few tweeks and it should be done. I wanted her to have a red dress, and that has led me to a fantastic colour scheme, that I would never have thought up on my own, it was just as they say, a happy accident. <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-79003181603512851572011-03-14T20:07:00.000-07:002011-03-14T20:07:11.898-07:00Going for a walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d0oAmghej3gDG1qIyd6uI-we-anPMmO8L5Qe-BLbD0dKNFCC34IVqrGOft0a2GRZi52k2AegQ7qnTSruhks5Rn78FbaoTQYCqYmkGEVD6ZodnGxSVvs0XtQz9f3sbh1jsvhvq0c3ZkOQ/s1600/SDC10216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">I've just realised, that I haven't posted for quite a while, and must admit I get a bit sad,when blogs that I love to follow remain in a time frame, and are not added too.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I've not been lazy by any means, and have been planning, sketching, and painting a piece that I wanted to feature in the Strathdon community's art show on the 1st to the 3rd of April, at which they have given me the honor of becoming guest artist. I've had pieces of paper lying around my home, with suggested titles for it, and I really haven't thought of much else than painting, painting painting. I've finally thanks to my lovely workmate Esther found a name for the Painting, which is now making it easier to put the finishing touches too.......well I hope they are the finishing touches, cos Its taken its time. In my spare time I have been designing a special picture for a card to a friend who is turning 50 soon, and then of course there is this little piece here in Pastel. I wanted to just suggest the parents, so that is why the heads are out of the picture......I didn't draw any !! I wanted the story to centre around the little girl, who is getting a swing from the couple while they are walking, and I wanted to try and use cooler colours than I would normally choose, without it being boring. Hopefully I will finish my acrylic piece by next week and post that here also. Thanks for keeping an out of for my blog.</span><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4d0oAmghej3gDG1qIyd6uI-we-anPMmO8L5Qe-BLbD0dKNFCC34IVqrGOft0a2GRZi52k2AegQ7qnTSruhks5Rn78FbaoTQYCqYmkGEVD6ZodnGxSVvs0XtQz9f3sbh1jsvhvq0c3ZkOQ/s320/SDC10216.JPG" width="320" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-46653272008133351232010-10-19T03:42:00.000-07:002010-10-19T03:59:50.292-07:00Illustrations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOx-rWpxXvDRvwTkM1Q1M_pCeCifIbASQRLDefhu0Cq3LTQecVDMXEU6JDN2ywHsqCh7rQuGCi2J24A3f1v0PtonSEXHHDpMDnI_cJKaqHCHxlyQU6OhCQ9wBUrgfp4FMccA-OkkU5pLkZ/s1600/wishesforus+flyer..jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOx-rWpxXvDRvwTkM1Q1M_pCeCifIbASQRLDefhu0Cq3LTQecVDMXEU6JDN2ywHsqCh7rQuGCi2J24A3f1v0PtonSEXHHDpMDnI_cJKaqHCHxlyQU6OhCQ9wBUrgfp4FMccA-OkkU5pLkZ/s400/wishesforus+flyer..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529708862661609058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Well, my childhood dream has finally been realised, and I have illustrated a book. It has 40 pages and about 34 of those have illustrations. The book was written by my sister Julie Pearce, who like me , has had a dream, and a need to express that need, and as such, Wishes for you, wishes for me, was born. Its been a few years in the making, and after many brainstorming sessions, I was able to read into what she was wanting in the way of illustrations. My Daughter Emilee has designed the web site and been a wonderful advisor on many aspects of our journey in self publishing this book, and hopefully , all going well, it should be due for release on the 28th of October. I can only imagine what Julie is feeling at the moment, as I have many emotions running around my head. I hope you get to see a copy, as I have every belief that this book will be very successful. Visit the website . www.wishesforus.com<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-55705927147973661412010-06-10T03:50:00.000-07:002010-06-10T03:58:10.918-07:00Sipp'n Sisters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoffdjG32322VneRL-XM9PT3e4Lp6WvUgHNv4aDnLzR8Lh0GifoRYKs80Jj4IYPh_TuX2CbMb0vumNX286vpTlAJ3iHbONTUZvXI5FoS0vPIXnZjIzuq3c5J0gjRE_T3WLIb46YgqHt1qN/s1600/100_1353.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoffdjG32322VneRL-XM9PT3e4Lp6WvUgHNv4aDnLzR8Lh0GifoRYKs80Jj4IYPh_TuX2CbMb0vumNX286vpTlAJ3iHbONTUZvXI5FoS0vPIXnZjIzuq3c5J0gjRE_T3WLIb46YgqHt1qN/s400/100_1353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481097529070055410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I Loved this subject so much, that, I just had to give it another go. But this time, I've used pastel. I wanted to try another study in red, and I really wanted to almost <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">silhouette</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"></span>the girls whilst still showing some features and making the light really glow behind them. This pastel study seems to have an emotion that the acrylic painting just didn't have.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-22221145595191437902010-05-06T05:08:00.000-07:002010-05-06T05:27:12.598-07:00Share Shake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GcjHJIBDWp3AHiVM28BuvRb-pREI7pGJmFfdBPaAroYXhzPbNC-2ZOGG27n-bti0k2BPg3Yvt76779MCD2fZuUSSKzG7TUkykN6UMr2DnjcRQ5wl0Eq-ADWg5gnQvE8eVMxWjcRu7Yw4/s1600/100_1338.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GcjHJIBDWp3AHiVM28BuvRb-pREI7pGJmFfdBPaAroYXhzPbNC-2ZOGG27n-bti0k2BPg3Yvt76779MCD2fZuUSSKzG7TUkykN6UMr2DnjcRQ5wl0Eq-ADWg5gnQvE8eVMxWjcRu7Yw4/s400/100_1338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468132428663312674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I've been like a dog with a bone, painting this picture. Nikki gave me permission to paint this photo, that she took of Macey and Piper sharing a milk shake. ( copyright of course, most important to get permission) I was playing with color scheme designer.com, which I could sit and become mesmerised in the colours for hours. But I digress, sorry. Anyway, I had the photo and decided, not to choose a style, to just let it flow, but I did choose 70% green tones and 30% in the hot pink tones. Never was good at maths, so I think, o.k, I know that my percentage of pink is more than 30%, but I was happy with the outcome. My painting though worried me. It didn't show my contemporary style, but neither was it realism, so even though, people have said its "lovely" I worry that it is too birthday cardish. But I could see it in a cafe or in a kids retreat. Main thing is I loved doing it. Its a fun pic. Thanks Nik ! I've got another fun one lined up......stay tuned...<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-23944458125540338172010-03-20T03:34:00.000-07:002010-03-20T03:51:36.774-07:00And then she said...................<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwa55S86dET935xDrL5lNGyg8gfDijm_atjTVuVSMOQ5HADILOAwAogsVW6RkTRmMZiWQ6mTDPa3R3XbEIqBhb0KxfwmfAlUtcJ3p3jJKlhw2ZJsQYvKr0zE2cfppHDxc2FbRTw2mDeRB/s1600-h/100_1329.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwa55S86dET935xDrL5lNGyg8gfDijm_atjTVuVSMOQ5HADILOAwAogsVW6RkTRmMZiWQ6mTDPa3R3XbEIqBhb0KxfwmfAlUtcJ3p3jJKlhw2ZJsQYvKr0zE2cfppHDxc2FbRTw2mDeRB/s400/100_1329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450666470731766354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hi. If you've dropped in here now and then, and been frustrated by my lack of blogging.......sorry. I've been running round in circles, chasing my tail. Yep, I do have one. I have finally finished this piece, and plan to enter it in one of the local art shows. I'm sure I still have time to enter......well......hope so.<br />I now have my work in the Tin Shed Arts Gallery in Malmsbury.....yay! That is two galleries now, so another little bit of progress is made in putting my art out there.<br />This piece which is titled "And then she said........"<br />Is purely from my imagination. It is a sight we see all the time, or maybe one we've partaken in ?? That little sharing the goss session! Anyway, these ladies, just had to be colourful. They are colourful characters after all and you just have to like them both.......don't you??<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-3867176514535796212010-02-17T05:09:00.001-08:002010-02-17T05:18:10.418-08:00Finished Aprhodite.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRS4tOlPr7VzhgoJkKcQOeOk-OA39XHQQhcJE8kDBdOnTYk8EvVVdJPD6-5IGcuBSPC7tOG6ZiUsjH-3h__LwG-D0WHjBVlVcp9er1aobW09_q7TPrZ2C5qy8zsAxIogEeRzP1ohGuVImt/s1600-h/100_1314.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRS4tOlPr7VzhgoJkKcQOeOk-OA39XHQQhcJE8kDBdOnTYk8EvVVdJPD6-5IGcuBSPC7tOG6ZiUsjH-3h__LwG-D0WHjBVlVcp9er1aobW09_q7TPrZ2C5qy8zsAxIogEeRzP1ohGuVImt/s400/100_1314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439199517911141906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5HUBk5M924KVeWLUmW7LVfeAKq5Cujyh5ZQRQxsLtmTbLeXqziM0QxHdJU5VPNL78WsqOvio07GWpDNPGKgONoZJ-1hQDcicTlwuMYzJF70E77cEe173oL44G0SztLheCKTk8aM0qUpE/s1600-h/100_1312.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5HUBk5M924KVeWLUmW7LVfeAKq5Cujyh5ZQRQxsLtmTbLeXqziM0QxHdJU5VPNL78WsqOvio07GWpDNPGKgONoZJ-1hQDcicTlwuMYzJF70E77cEe173oL44G0SztLheCKTk8aM0qUpE/s400/100_1312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439199509263641922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aphrodite, the greek goddess of love and beauty. She brings love and healing to those around her, through grace and confidence. As roses bloom and apples ripen, so does the self acceptance grow to supreme love.<br />According to myth, she emerged as a nymph from the waves and immediatly drove every male god wild with desire.<br />I am valuable<br />I walk in beauty.<br />I am free to be myself, I accept myself as I am.<br />Hope she does something for you.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-62975774995883619022010-01-14T02:27:00.000-08:002010-01-14T02:49:36.370-08:00APHRODITE.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj15cgAjaC7vThsB3kMSMneZrfVia3yln20gFNw9Pgwtz6ELMob_J8KYNCpYrLJIM97wYSLSdCinfQZeXQ0821u1531CIMwUthZSaxWl_E4Ttq1HDFrXqONVGKd8Dov0MW4cmREbFoVjT1/s1600-h/100_1287.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj15cgAjaC7vThsB3kMSMneZrfVia3yln20gFNw9Pgwtz6ELMob_J8KYNCpYrLJIM97wYSLSdCinfQZeXQ0821u1531CIMwUthZSaxWl_E4Ttq1HDFrXqONVGKd8Dov0MW4cmREbFoVjT1/s400/100_1287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426545100632950578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvLoVZ8DgPqSjC39riHwOv24mXsfaJnm0eYLJlDHmkyvioNrpM_mdENSDrEXZfkEqqp-XMPVQuG6qihcstO9kTwy_uNjthyphenhyphenVzwDjLjKRX22Jn9iOnZI0MIqqT6HFMy3IHnbV-ZMa8wYdq/s1600-h/100_1285.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvLoVZ8DgPqSjC39riHwOv24mXsfaJnm0eYLJlDHmkyvioNrpM_mdENSDrEXZfkEqqp-XMPVQuG6qihcstO9kTwy_uNjthyphenhyphenVzwDjLjKRX22Jn9iOnZI0MIqqT6HFMy3IHnbV-ZMa8wYdq/s400/100_1285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426545089640282626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">One of my favorite emails to receive is Anita Revel's- Goddess.com.au over the time, that I've received her newsletters, I've read about countless goddesses, and read the affirmations, the mantras, the stories, and the modern energy. And I've always wanted to draw a goddess that inspires me. Quan Yin, was one that I played around with, but this time Anita's words stirred me and my version of Aphrodite has emerged.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Her Story:<br />Aphrodite is also known to the Romans as VEnus. She is the goddess of doves, swans, roses, apples , arts and all things graceful, inspired and creative. According to myth, she emerged as a nymph from the waves, and immediatly drove almost every male god wild with desire.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would love some feed back here, as It is still very much a work in progress, I know what she represents to me, but does it catch Your attention??? What would make it more mystical do you think??<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Google Anita Revel and discover outing the goddess within, or check out goddess at play.<br /><br />Did you find the swan? Looking forward to your feedback<br /></span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-48780223482387251222010-01-02T01:11:00.000-08:002010-01-02T01:15:13.103-08:00And She said..........................<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGddmKLghBDDOG4JzCkdWxqOxnHtN0BnUr-9P7dartxlxVAPn9h6dKHW-wjW0PtjI7NU1XHalRE0QyXR06ZsLVmcvy083frtzJ4RzqLICU7lXwKvDmkXN5xmj2Dwjo20X2nmDVT1rN-A0r/s1600-h/100_1271.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGddmKLghBDDOG4JzCkdWxqOxnHtN0BnUr-9P7dartxlxVAPn9h6dKHW-wjW0PtjI7NU1XHalRE0QyXR06ZsLVmcvy083frtzJ4RzqLICU7lXwKvDmkXN5xmj2Dwjo20X2nmDVT1rN-A0r/s400/100_1271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422068494414511890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Don't you just love to see a good story being told? This is a work in progress. I'm having fun with these two ladies.<br />I'm actually feeling a bit left out of the conversation !!!<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-3581408060729636792010-01-02T01:06:00.000-08:002010-01-02T01:10:46.829-08:00Coffee time.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRh5nb-gBRZL_XdBWTZ1qIpi4Amvvz1_4Mc6uCreFnqnrzQaQt6t0J7hjLzmLEb2xEYJwc_IFBZkF_50-R6-H71zBh54Zj2FIudAqGjKZOV8Xh62sZxNINOvMHTcsZpDynEVIaJa76s4X/s1600-h/100_1270.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRh5nb-gBRZL_XdBWTZ1qIpi4Amvvz1_4Mc6uCreFnqnrzQaQt6t0J7hjLzmLEb2xEYJwc_IFBZkF_50-R6-H71zBh54Zj2FIudAqGjKZOV8Xh62sZxNINOvMHTcsZpDynEVIaJa76s4X/s320/100_1270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422067300236695778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I've had to cope with artist block for much of this year. Its quite frustrating. But, its all a learning experience. With this piece, I was trying to instill a feeling of calm, of which my mind is not. And although there is a relaxed feel about this piece, there is no story to go with it. Its cute, but that's all there is to it. Therefore its being shelved.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-12401627813016098932009-10-04T20:55:00.000-07:002009-10-04T21:08:06.082-07:00Twelve Weeks till Christmas........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4gT66kRbVO-dr2qneyY8ZXez7W4zb4a-n9rwbBmkhorAW691EN10rqyOLqJa9P5whfTRiFgWnn_oUXQIrcEEMBYCOPTED3eRFserWp1Y9t8dRHoAVdsE2OEK8_oS6xDksvJayXTFaz0x/s1600-h/100_1152.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA4gT66kRbVO-dr2qneyY8ZXez7W4zb4a-n9rwbBmkhorAW691EN10rqyOLqJa9P5whfTRiFgWnn_oUXQIrcEEMBYCOPTED3eRFserWp1Y9t8dRHoAVdsE2OEK8_oS6xDksvJayXTFaz0x/s200/100_1152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388962171878732226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDI5qH09yYeSio43UU9BJseqmtbcHSWeKAHMl9Rmvyo8j394mTDyhlPoPtkxdW991KMNeJ1nmJNs5KK7_EilB1FNl59bLQq-ODl5wVbS4qTuoxMQ4zdpnlS91yTkzf5Y_jngLX7AfXQb0/s1600-h/100_1150.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigDI5qH09yYeSio43UU9BJseqmtbcHSWeKAHMl9Rmvyo8j394mTDyhlPoPtkxdW991KMNeJ1nmJNs5KK7_EilB1FNl59bLQq-ODl5wVbS4qTuoxMQ4zdpnlS91yTkzf5Y_jngLX7AfXQb0/s400/100_1150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388960553874433890" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">If I'm not organised with anything else, I DO have my christmas picture done. I wondered what I would do this year, for my christmas card, and tried to summon up an incy wincy little spirit of xmas and have come up with this, which is titled.........."The joy is in the giving."<br />Aussie christmas of course with thongs and short sleeves !!<br /><br />Of course same goes as last year, email me with your address to be on my xmas card mailing list !!!<br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-22607803325361968042009-09-14T06:02:00.000-07:002009-09-14T06:12:53.053-07:00THE SLEEPOVER -updated<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6iY9CV9NtXB911pcL_HYG6uMC4saOv8I87ca84F3lqfDlr6qGeVeDQY0N3sALtEs5sEKbayoDajanOsNqhTWmy2jMTD15IIqsKMGOKv0a6ifUTMlqsTHYdYbNQ5BiGQ06JdwexgFt3kab/s1600-h/100_1109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6iY9CV9NtXB911pcL_HYG6uMC4saOv8I87ca84F3lqfDlr6qGeVeDQY0N3sALtEs5sEKbayoDajanOsNqhTWmy2jMTD15IIqsKMGOKv0a6ifUTMlqsTHYdYbNQ5BiGQ06JdwexgFt3kab/s400/100_1109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381308612399384082" border="0" /></a><br />I've been mesmerised doing this piece, but I think it's time to move on to something else. I seem to let myself just DOT, and therefore I dont have to think. It's a bit trancelike. My escapism if you like. But my mind is screaming out to express itself and only other artists would appreciate this thought. So many, many other thoughts and ideas are whiring around, and I'm trying to jot down ideas, so that something clearly jells. I'm jumping between painting, drawing, sketching, and fiddling with dots. LOL.<br />This is where I'll leave this piece. I didn't manage to convey the lightheartedness and fun of a sleepover, so maybe I'll try again later.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-51365549851536931542009-09-08T05:01:00.000-07:002009-09-08T05:12:46.622-07:00THE SLEEPOVER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2DmGsYsV5nRe2NlgOBRnI1vUTUFDaa4idIvuQLI7eztF634z_gGwxSbkJVBktFacPSGUMqGLGFRpEQGfBQ3_3phQcWx4oa0VykpviqRL-9kMfuk68riWsO3O1w_ATNQVka2L964_HhQx/s1600-h/100_1106.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2DmGsYsV5nRe2NlgOBRnI1vUTUFDaa4idIvuQLI7eztF634z_gGwxSbkJVBktFacPSGUMqGLGFRpEQGfBQ3_3phQcWx4oa0VykpviqRL-9kMfuk68riWsO3O1w_ATNQVka2L964_HhQx/s400/100_1106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379066286900925762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">This is a Work in Progress, and something thats been in the back of my mind for some time. Have been reading a book by the name of " drawing from within"-unleashing your creative potential. And one thing that gave me a bit of a kick start was a chapter which concentrated on artist block, and he virtually says........draw, just draw and draw, and something will happen. Stop waiting for the masterpiece, just draw, so, I called for a bit of inspiration to practice on, and remembered Teone, suggested I paint something relevant for her age group. So Teone if you happen to check this out, its not finished, but its coming along, dont you think. As a drawing excercise, its been fun, because, its not really realism and its not really contemporary.....yet.<br />Stay tuned<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-74906257172223039352009-08-09T04:48:00.000-07:002009-08-09T05:02:13.835-07:00THERE'S A COW ON MY PLATE. work in progress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXVeFLccboPipU9xNq_aQWJJk2Z2RGhJSdKYaSbVCBTZi-PRe7v6cUOS1U7XsaPBKksf7P-AZTpDOhLU9zMeDbJNTH6IZ5oFm6XbZ6OcjzvbEV_RiP2WKlET2oSx5qrDOGljZcZ-GSEvHW/s1600-h/100_1081.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXVeFLccboPipU9xNq_aQWJJk2Z2RGhJSdKYaSbVCBTZi-PRe7v6cUOS1U7XsaPBKksf7P-AZTpDOhLU9zMeDbJNTH6IZ5oFm6XbZ6OcjzvbEV_RiP2WKlET2oSx5qrDOGljZcZ-GSEvHW/s400/100_1081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367930295672511714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Don't know if youve picked it up or not, but, I have always had a thing for asian art, and was absolutely delighted to find in a second hand bookstore a prize book for my art collection. It's called Japanese graphic art and it follows the work of the original masters who transferred their original designs onto a wooden block from which many impressions can be made. One of my long time favorites is in the book- " Beneath the wave off kanagawa" often just referred to as the wave. by hokasai.<br />Anyway, I have had the most wonderful time studying the paintings and to think they date back to 1765, it is very humbling. So thats where this piece really started. I was inspired to try to follow the lines of the japanese artists. And by now after reading this you will instantly notice the hair has been influenced by my book. Anyway, I've added thongs and darkened up the cow alittle. The left hand wall is worrying my, but, I dont want to much detail, as it may take away from the picture as a whole. I may just leave this for a while and next time I look the answer may be staring me in the face.<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-57579901527836592772009-08-05T05:59:00.000-07:002009-08-05T06:16:56.272-07:00THERE'S A COW ON MY PLATE !!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1YKgjugsVC6th_3u6TyGq2_0hogzqytrA2fbHGC2YYO6uWS8VpyDaRgzffR9D0U_Qtg86EuCMvptJW4JIRZ0SihxgYaodQUIQsYd6Xc46ovp9DcU0KCvyFpzfcf9yDE41ylP19WqlUC7/s1600-h/100_1070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1YKgjugsVC6th_3u6TyGq2_0hogzqytrA2fbHGC2YYO6uWS8VpyDaRgzffR9D0U_Qtg86EuCMvptJW4JIRZ0SihxgYaodQUIQsYd6Xc46ovp9DcU0KCvyFpzfcf9yDE41ylP19WqlUC7/s400/100_1070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366467906353219010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is a work in progress, and I have chosen green to write this in, Because, it's a green Piece..........so to speak. Of Late, I've been educated on the life of a Vegan, you know- basically- don't eat anything that has, or comes from something that has a face. Went to a party the other week, and All , as in each and every piece of finger food, consisted of meat, or chicken , and three of the guests seated oposite me, did not get to eat anything. I thought, how aware we have to be nowadays- make sure we include light beer, and lemonade for the non drinkers, and orange juice for the diabetics, etc, etc.....but no one seems to cater for those who choose not to eat animal product. I hear tell, that salad offerings, can get a bit monotonous. Anyway, enjoy this piece done once again in my pointalism technique that is so mesmerising to me, hours go by before I know it.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-13727956783446161792009-05-14T05:46:00.000-07:002009-05-14T05:57:29.352-07:00And she read past midnight !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgW-kieBlcuhO37BXr2h98VpV49WYrOhWXGv1qZKn3puG5a_VpDIWuuO7f5foM5k_8JcCBb1KaIZXogkT85D0cpgPc_NlxMCTYS7LRiKBGML_TTMcHoICUYf20vjR_AR1Q2LFm_F0wKr_k/s1600-h/100_1011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgW-kieBlcuhO37BXr2h98VpV49WYrOhWXGv1qZKn3puG5a_VpDIWuuO7f5foM5k_8JcCBb1KaIZXogkT85D0cpgPc_NlxMCTYS7LRiKBGML_TTMcHoICUYf20vjR_AR1Q2LFm_F0wKr_k/s400/100_1011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335662806587812082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhollx79D3-WgyzVFAYRoY74lGOOQvh7Cu2Qma7_TWLELR4Z9_w9Hpo2o9KKpE-cBbD7qmrB92CtE8DGdA0whIfyyLW1pUIqg9G1FJXs_bAVK_SF9KynVlmdsARwyxtMr-LEc-gTJWTUMlc/s1600-h/100_1010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhollx79D3-WgyzVFAYRoY74lGOOQvh7Cu2Qma7_TWLELR4Z9_w9Hpo2o9KKpE-cBbD7qmrB92CtE8DGdA0whIfyyLW1pUIqg9G1FJXs_bAVK_SF9KynVlmdsARwyxtMr-LEc-gTJWTUMlc/s400/100_1010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335662803417644098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Its taken a while, but I have finally finished this piece. Now I just have to come up with a suitable title. I think " And alice read until midnight" is a bit long. As is " one chapter led to two" But " Riveting book" is possibly too short. I dont know......give me some ideas if your wouldn't mind.<br />I love doing pieces like this. But, my family, dont seem to like my " cartoon" pieces as they call them. Its the same old unspoken " and when are you going to do some real art" that drags me down a little. Its hard to explain, that, I am these whimsical people that I draw, I model for them, feel what they are feeling, and bring them to life. . They make me feel the child within, and I'm automatically feeling hopeful inside, that life is a wondrous thing, and there are lots of good things out there waiting for us.<br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-50054585687909741892009-03-27T04:04:00.000-07:002009-03-27T04:19:56.719-07:00Alice couldn't stop at one chapter !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC74xv22lfBH0UEBTjm0-C5qmfzyAO6-rxW693iM95JmX7dTW0-BC2GHH05HazBhHlN_APGL64L2WScxVegaM8odu5G5sMUzA0QSolDbY2PemTrkcOJNkH6HzUPyC2dcqONOkRSrDtuBEx/s1600-h/100_0997.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC74xv22lfBH0UEBTjm0-C5qmfzyAO6-rxW693iM95JmX7dTW0-BC2GHH05HazBhHlN_APGL64L2WScxVegaM8odu5G5sMUzA0QSolDbY2PemTrkcOJNkH6HzUPyC2dcqONOkRSrDtuBEx/s400/100_0997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317822538870315330" border="0" /></a>Funny, how things inspire us out of the blue. Alice came to stay in the xmas holidays, and I said to her one night, " why dont you hop into bed and read a chapter of your book." At midnight I went in to turn the light out, and there she was propped up in bed, book in front of her face with just her eyes peaking over the top. When my eyebrows went up towards the roof, she offered this little statement......."Do you think this would make a great painting. Me looking over the top of my book ??"Good one Alice, my mind was diverted immediatly. Well I dont know about Painting, but, I've used a technique that I used years ago. To me its like doodling, only more enjoyable. It is 0.5 fineliner on cartridge paper. There are no lines in this picture, only dots. So this is my work in progress at the moment. I will keep adding dots, until I build up , shading etc. I still plan the picture as I go, so I dont know whether to add things around the bedroom or to just leave the focus on the little girl in the bed ? I dont really know a title. But I do know this. I may be lacking motivation in my painting at the moment, But this technique is vey rewarding for me, as I see a picture develop before my eyes. I dont really have a plan, just a mental sketch. I know a lot of you dont like my contemporary work, but it is good for my soul. * enjoy*<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfRB7cYcxLb4r3GULoFW15cDjguNesZSXhsLwY6IQhvvori_FDSvp_N3NJEw7nLJm9uERtWFYjpS4fx1iGsx_rlP7m7NlTv2oiZ8rb_zcuaoaEYnHj6u2onWHM3miI9hGdZXV2n9LRrcz/s1600-h/100_0998.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfRB7cYcxLb4r3GULoFW15cDjguNesZSXhsLwY6IQhvvori_FDSvp_N3NJEw7nLJm9uERtWFYjpS4fx1iGsx_rlP7m7NlTv2oiZ8rb_zcuaoaEYnHj6u2onWHM3miI9hGdZXV2n9LRrcz/s400/100_0998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317822529397839730" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-81504062493474983412009-02-19T03:45:00.001-08:002009-02-19T05:02:33.389-08:00Group Exhibition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjWCHZC_5cGyn521eY5gGAglygMAegh_vbPn9X2jVhkG_swl5B1zzALpxBGiy2oWt5je-mn9wzJzKERko5HT4sfNepBKqu_TM3DxZw7_zNq8O36iuSbIaEcythRUiGlknlp_mynNrJzKi/s1600-h/innovision_back.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjWCHZC_5cGyn521eY5gGAglygMAegh_vbPn9X2jVhkG_swl5B1zzALpxBGiy2oWt5je-mn9wzJzKERko5HT4sfNepBKqu_TM3DxZw7_zNq8O36iuSbIaEcythRUiGlknlp_mynNrJzKi/s400/innovision_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304476718570095426" border="0" /></a>I paint with a group of girls ( women) who paint primarily in pastel and we have named ourselves Innovision. We've decided to put on an exhibition of our works, and this exhbition opens on Sunday the 1st of March at 5 pm. Lady hawke cafe - 1365 Mt Dandenong tourist rd, Mount dandenong. ( mel 66 G1)<br />The exhibition will continue from sun 1st march to sunday 29th march. 9am-5pm open thursday to Monday. ( closed tuesday and wednesday)<br />Would love to see you there. If you cant make it for the opening, treat yourself and a friend to a scenic drive up the dandenongs and stop at Lady hawke for either coffee and cake or a meal.<br />The hospitality is just lovely, and the art works..........well. they speak volumes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRiapazQmLqCBUilwwh8VIlHzwt5JWakuEaQZLCXSvY_uMqDySsyVDVuzB4gAlW1NselNsRTLd9D_10DMZKyY9httLejZAoyLGvJDcr7yQejCXSa5CyHiiUKCkF3kAH_lUlqKPjQuEDgsL/s1600-h/Innovision_front.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRiapazQmLqCBUilwwh8VIlHzwt5JWakuEaQZLCXSvY_uMqDySsyVDVuzB4gAlW1NselNsRTLd9D_10DMZKyY9httLejZAoyLGvJDcr7yQejCXSa5CyHiiUKCkF3kAH_lUlqKPjQuEDgsL/s400/Innovision_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304476719089136386" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-57419267987689182822009-01-18T03:59:00.000-08:002009-01-18T04:12:52.429-08:00Parting with my paintings<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I received word today, that I have sold this painting, which has the title of "Me Time". Its one of my favorites. </span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9RQAD7O3ztiInR3dOo6YgLhuZ3BlJUFAOnIeGBKCSX3m8DhJLSxnBndWV2cTasrQbvu_t9W1JKINBlzU0IjWt9_UljhIPpKnk-91oo8Ym5B4fJAk1jXWWpW8R_I13v7VQfQ1pcegAB0a/s1600-h/100_0532.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9RQAD7O3ztiInR3dOo6YgLhuZ3BlJUFAOnIeGBKCSX3m8DhJLSxnBndWV2cTasrQbvu_t9W1JKINBlzU0IjWt9_UljhIPpKnk-91oo8Ym5B4fJAk1jXWWpW8R_I13v7VQfQ1pcegAB0a/s400/100_0532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292602249384580754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">And so this afternoon, I have been reflecting on my feelings. I am excited that it has sold, and I wonder who loved it enough to buy it. A sale of course reinforces my belief that my art is acceptable . ( family and friends of course are my most loyal supporters but a real sale does wonders for morale)<br />But at the same time I feel a tad melancholy. I drew from the depths of my soul an emotion that I could express on paper. This is me in my most relaxed state, and I have expressed to the viewer what joy is to me. I closed my eyes and summoned up this feeling, so what you see is...............me. And now I wont see it again, I say goodbye to it.<br />And my only comfort is, that I imagine it has gone to a kindred spirit, who probably as I write this has kicked her slippers off, poured herself a wine and is reclining on the couch, smiling up at her wall, on which hangs her latest acquisition.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-65232318901202236822009-01-02T22:53:00.000-08:002009-01-02T23:01:07.074-08:00Happy new Year !!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHLLOR2iGC4QlU4RuBGkH0s-ovZPPgxoGdxWzRTrluxm_01WgVGxmFH_kH1bQUdMyafB9ye4BJ6FV5Apu7_JPTa-HkxCugCqi3HYelFUmtBgaC5UOrDJ9AM29htnpTetqFb2UvVdd4wG9/s1600-h/wish+upon+your+star004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHLLOR2iGC4QlU4RuBGkH0s-ovZPPgxoGdxWzRTrluxm_01WgVGxmFH_kH1bQUdMyafB9ye4BJ6FV5Apu7_JPTa-HkxCugCqi3HYelFUmtBgaC5UOrDJ9AM29htnpTetqFb2UvVdd4wG9/s400/wish+upon+your+star004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286958695515419954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="date"> Dec 31 </div> <a href="http://align.tumblr.com/post/67753156/may-your-coming-year-be-filled-with-magic-and"><img src="http://align.tumblr.com/themes/4/link.gif" class="permalink" alt="Permalink" /></a> <span class="quote"> <big class="quote"><a href="http://align.tumblr.com/post/67753156/may-your-coming-year-be-filled-with-magic-and">“</a></big> May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. </span> — <p>Neil Gaiman</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-24236829971283744332008-12-22T04:17:00.000-08:002008-12-22T04:28:17.128-08:00Domestic Goddess<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjRzx2BjDXRDq3jHZ7w5gylGQPHSIpDLsIjsywLi9-QjOxWXHmS_uLcQ6psgzZ3RrmsK1eEM4iqPUl28leJEBLOQfDeJX6iS6qWfCCxJ7HlflL4COD6OBN_6UNZUDvB0Jjfwhk-n5qH_p/s1600-h/100_0970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbjRzx2BjDXRDq3jHZ7w5gylGQPHSIpDLsIjsywLi9-QjOxWXHmS_uLcQ6psgzZ3RrmsK1eEM4iqPUl28leJEBLOQfDeJX6iS6qWfCCxJ7HlflL4COD6OBN_6UNZUDvB0Jjfwhk-n5qH_p/s400/100_0970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282590094049276162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Can you believe that I have to pack up my studio and turn it into a guest room for xmas? With my little magic wand, I need to spirit away paints and brushes, frames and paper, half finished canvasses and god forbid- dust ! Pastel of course !!<br />But I cant do it. I think I've got a bit of a sulk up. It means while the Christmas festivities are on, there is no sneaking off to be by myself. Maybe, I can hide a sketch book somewhere, just in case I find something amusing and just need to get it on paper. So instead of creating, I will turn into a domestic goddess and attempt to handle all that the festive season throws at me. So please enjoy my latest painting which is a 17cm X 13cm acrylic titled just that- Domestic Goddess<br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-8622776117849456452008-12-04T03:54:00.000-08:002008-12-04T04:26:48.182-08:00First cuppa for the day !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixuBd2h4mDJ9P3qJAwApkQiLHkL66-LCq_nJWqAjMIKuXXxVWGyZ5kXri9s9mFnD5N0w3amh-QzIowJgUsi9-uKvqDX4rOrPCjaIPlERDS4QhkfEshgQaLV9Nirj2UWPHJRqfNRMQHb22/s1600-h/100_0921.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiixuBd2h4mDJ9P3qJAwApkQiLHkL66-LCq_nJWqAjMIKuXXxVWGyZ5kXri9s9mFnD5N0w3amh-QzIowJgUsi9-uKvqDX4rOrPCjaIPlERDS4QhkfEshgQaLV9Nirj2UWPHJRqfNRMQHb22/s400/100_0921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275907791970923154" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I've had the best fun this week. On the australian art forum, one very hard worker, organised an art swap for the festive season. It didn't have to have a xmas theme at all. Our names were put into a hat and we were sent the address of someone on the forum, that was participating, and by the week of the 1st of December, we were to post off our surprise piece. My person was Belinda lindhart, who is a wonderful artist, and specialises in colour pencil. I had no idea what to do, and then I thought, well, we all love that cuppa to wake up to, so out came the paints and......voila. I finished it, and wrapped it up with some green glitter and hearts, using gold tissue and nice ribbon, then off to the post office to send it off to NSW. On the forum tonight , Belinda said she loved it, and displayed a photo of it. So I was happy, that I had made her smile. Still waiting for my xmas swap. Good things come to he who waits. Its getting exciting, wonder what I'll get. ???</span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847105211970000474.post-17090825095958297432008-11-29T21:13:00.000-08:002008-11-29T21:36:56.502-08:00Christmas spirit<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Well here it is , one month until xmas and so I shall unveil my xmas card, that is to be sent to friends ( and galleries....hi remember me?)<br /><br />When planning this painting, which is acylic by the way, I had to get in the zone and conjure up memories past of christmases long ago, sifting through them all, concentrating </span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98gmKlhYBCZjIqKfoY1AHos7J1wiaTPljgaPTrDXv22aAQ5RhjFl2jMCqXv046Qpw4FSACQO4eSZXVVSQ5GGR5V89oo0etWKZDTtFHgEWnY253prvj040nlpITQO-pMnyZLEKKtBcv0Ad/s1600-h/100_0916.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98gmKlhYBCZjIqKfoY1AHos7J1wiaTPljgaPTrDXv22aAQ5RhjFl2jMCqXv046Qpw4FSACQO4eSZXVVSQ5GGR5V89oo0etWKZDTtFHgEWnY253prvj040nlpITQO-pMnyZLEKKtBcv0Ad/s400/100_0916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274314937662523554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">on finding one memory that whispered "tradition"<br />The tree went up and had the usual school made gold coated shell pasta decorations,etc etc, but every year, my daughter held staunchly with the tradition that she place the star on the top. It was a manky old star and every year I would sigh and say that I had to replace it and every year she- mesmerised by the sparkle of silver and the honour or maybe it was, the thought of the magic in that star would place it at the topmost point of the tree, Silent in her own thoughts on how christmas should be for her.<br /><br />I decided to replace a fairy for the star, so here is my card, and if youre on my Christmas mailing list, youre sure to recieve one. If not email me, and I will add you. <br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Love, Light, Peace and Happiness</span></span><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://twitter.com/winnierose</div>Wendi. S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00938483886091317749noreply@blogger.com6