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Alaska Artist who lives half a year in sunlight and the other half in darkness. Art and humor are life's greatest moments. Enjoy!
Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts

Monday, October 4, 2010

Who Framed Me?

A finished piece of art can be framed or not;  it is a personal choice. Some look more attractive framed; some art just needs their own space such as a work of art on a gallery canvas.

Framing your works of art doesn’t need to be expensive.  I love it when the local shops have frame sales; the clearance section for frames can be your best friend. Use those coupons from flyers, newspapers, and that Michaels and JoAnn offer.  Look for used frames at garage sales, yard sales, moving sales, and even at Craigslist.  I also have made my own frames. Old wood is fun to slice and dice up for many projects big or small.

A simple display of your artwork sometimes is just what a wall needs. Sometimes a wall needs a full blown  attack of killer artwork - meaning lots and lots of art of different sizes and shapes and colors.

You don't have to display your artwork on just on walls;  placed a wonderful painting sitting on the floor against a piece of furniture.  Try using same size canvas's  that are back to back and hang from ceiling making a room divider.  Have a coffee table or end table ~  Make your own 'Designer Collection Book' with your favorite Artists photos' for any visitor to look through when the book is sitting on your coffee table.

Have fun with your art purchases and let the art shine!





Monday, September 20, 2010

Mind Walking with Ghosts

Fog is one thing that scares me.  My imagination runs wild.

Ghosts walk, vampires strike, Jack the Riper comes a calling.

And planes can't fly.

Anchorage has been seeing a weather pattern this past week of one that is most unusual: Fog.

We are socked in every morning, several days the fog never lifted.  Last 3 days lifting by noon and giving Anchorage glorious blue skies.

I once wrote a short story that terrified my readers.  That story lead off with fog, a playground and a little girl. 

I need to get back to writing short stories and poetry - I miss that part of my mind's creativity.  A college professor once stated "you are a gifted writer You are a poet; I eagerly await to see what you write each assignment"  she wrote this on one of my papers in bright red ink Circled and underlined so I would not miss her comment; I still have that sheet of words somewhere in my treasures from the past.

I step away and give you Fog ~  Mind Walking with Ghosts