



Hmmm... it's 12:44 a.m. now. Perhaps I should go to bed? Up bright and early at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow!




Hmmm... it's 12:44 a.m. now. Perhaps I should go to bed? Up bright and early at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow!
This was my first boy face - I did it a few days ago, or a week ago... Blue crayon and white acrylic. I like the simplicity of it.
More fun with artist crayons and white acrylic. I'm trying to do a tribute piece to my Grammie. This looks nothing like her, but it's fun!

Image number 2 on top of the same Klimt image. The transfer still wasn't working too well, but I like this paint over a whole lot better!

I also photocopied onto my inkjet printer so that I could try another photo transfer. The transfer part worked pretty well, even if the painted part has a long way to go. It's nice to work with the photo copies and try different ways of painting the same drawing. I think I'd like to do this kind of exercise again.



The fabulous Tina C with Misty.
I absolutely LOVE the way Tina's paintings turned out - such beautiful colors and collage work, and FUN - just like Tina!
The super-talented Shariyah's painting.
I wish I could have unjammed my camera and taken photos of ALL the paintings - each so different, and each so beautiful.
Yikes, it's about 11 pm now, and I still have a face to paint for today... Another late night, and another hard time waking up in the morning (at 5:30 a.m.!) G'night.
She taught facial proportions, painting over your own sketch, painting on top of a magazine image, acrylics, artists’ crayons, oil sticks – wow! Although I was liking my sketches better than my painted faces, I loved playing with all that stuff, and I did get good results by doing a transfer of a da Vinci face and then painting over that. Here are some of Misty’s demo samples:
There was great energy in the class, everyone encouraging and helping each other. I even made friends in class! (Yeah, shy, introverted little me!) This was exactly the kind of experience I had been hoping for when I went to ArtFest – making connections with people who are artsy, feeling like I was part of a community. I am so grateful that I was led to sign up for this class.
I didn’t get around to taking many photos, especially the second day because I jammed my camera, but I did snap one student sample from the truly gifted Shariyah. I hope Shariyah won’t mind, especially if I link to her etsy site! (But let me know if you do mind and I’ll take it off.)
It was so much fun walking around and seeing what everyone else was doing – honest to god, every single one was beautiful. And everyone was effusive in their compliments. It was such a good feeling. Misty had taught us well.
Again, I wish I had more photos to show, but several people like Tina and Deirdra were kind enough to take photos for me that I will post when I have them. I have to say how grateful I am for the friendliness of the people in this class. I found myself coming out of my shell, thanks in large part, I think, to my new friend Marilyn, whose outgoing personality may have rubbed off a tiny bit on me. I loved talking with Bonnie, Tina, Abigail and her daughter Shariyah (such a talented family!!!), and so many others – I’m sorry I didn’t get everybody’s name, but I hope to see you again and would LOVE to see your finished murals! I’m adding some embellishments to mine and will post the finished product soon, I hope.
Also… I’m thinking about what somebody said in class: if we all painted a face every day we’d get really good at it. I may pose myself that very challenge – a face a day. Anyone else out there want to play?
Finally, a big hug of gratitude goes out to Misty for her amazing generosity of sharing so much with all of us. Thank you, Misty! (For the chocolates and everything, too!)

After 30-some years of dealing off and on with depression, my therapist asked me last month if I were finally ready to deal with it. Her Pac Man diagram of seratonin deficiency in my brain helped convince me that a lot of the problem is actually physical, not just the jolly events of my life. Three health care professionals within one week diagnosed me as severely depressed, and I was a danger to myself with a plan. What saves me, what pushes me to stick around? Two things: my daughters, and art. I love my girls so much, and I hope to God I will never abandon them and leave them scarred for life. As for the art - I would be very disappointed if I didn't push myself to meet my potential, whatever that potential may be. As my favorite high school English teacher, Mrs. Feuerstein, wrote to me: "Share yourself - you owe it to the world."
So yes, after rejecting the idea of meds for 11 years because I was terrified of them, I have finally accepted that I need them for now. My body has had a hard time adjusting, as seen in my doodle above. The mood has improved, but the grogginess has been overwhelming. It's getting better, though. We'll experiment with the dosage and try to get it just right to make Goldilocks happy again.
Part of my tardiness in posting this was the question of whether or not I should post anything this personal. But I know there are people out there who could relate to this, and it helps to know that you are not alone. If this does find anyone out there who can relate, I hope it gives you some comfort. In the next post I'll show some of the positive effects.