Magic Moments- within

Depression can take a terrible tole on one’s life and on ones loved ones too. The last post i made included a painting of a nuthatch in our red-bud. I actually had begun this painting  almost 2 years ago and was only recently able to return to it and finish it by painting in the tree branches. For over a year i have struggled to return to the intense happiness that painting used to bring. i don’t know yet where my story will end Holly angel sculture by Kelsey but i can say that it is so important to have people who care and believe in you. If you know of someone suffering from depression don’t give up on them.

For me a turning point surely occurred when I discovered this early photo of me on the breakfast table a few weeks ago.

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It was snapped while I was out sketching on the hillside behind the trailer we used to live in up in Vermont.  With the photo was just a little note in my husbands hand,”I’d like this person back.” It makes all the difference to know someone cares. He loves the artist in me, and knowing that is so important to me.

I am working on finding and reconstructing her. it may take a while but I’ll do my best. If I post less frequently its because I only want to post solid accomplishments: paintings i feel good about.  In the mean time I continue to avidly read  your posts and deeply appreciate your comments. Keep up the good camaraderie and enjoy your work! And, please don’t forget to look for mine rare though it may be!

I shall repeat this poem of Rumi’s from my last post. For me it speaks volumes.

“Let yourself be silently drawn,

by the strange pull

of what you really love.

It will not lead you astray.”

Holly

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Sculpture by Kelsey

Holly angel sculture by Kelsey (2)

(Angel in the dust)

Magic Moments-on Sunday

Today in church psalm 116 and Peter 1:17-23 seemed so appropriate for me.

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Morning mist on Shady Brook

This afternoon a gentle rain with all the blossoms springing forth and the leaves unfurling gave a stillness to the grey day like a soft rustle of silk. I am restless, caged in impatience, waiting for some special signal. Something within me is about to unfurl.

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supporting one another in mutual love and growth

We witnessed the Baptism of little Elijah Ryan and promised as a congregation to support him in the life of Christ.

I am groping for my connection here and I read into every bit of scripture my own personal interpretation. I wasn’t brought up in the church. But these words from Peter (usually not my favorite) seemed to sing for me: “Now that you have purified your souls by your obedience to the truth so that you have genuine mutual love, love one another deeply from the heart. You have been born anew, not of perishable but of imperishable seed, through the living and enduring word of God.”

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Looking out my studio window

I know I have to be myself, for myself, from myself so that I may have the strength to love others deeply from the heart. I know that I must genuinely love myself to realize this goal and that part of that, a major part, is believing in my worth even when I have reason to feel lost and lonely-finding the inner strength to know I can, yes I can bring joy to my  life and the lives of others. And that I want to.

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The plein air group gets underway

Try the link below for more information on our newly formed en plein air group.

https://litchfieldhillspleinairsketchersandpainters.wordpress.com

 

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Magic Moments- i wonder

“I wonder.  If more of us painted, more of us drew, more of us tended our gardens, more of us wrote poems and stories, if more of us Created from the artist within….  wouldn’t  it all  be a much better world.

 

I look at the skies above

and wonder.”                                                                                          quoted from debiriley’s blog

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a painting by one of my favorite writers/illustrators Holling Clancy Holling. What a difference he made to me as a child.

 

The truth is there are artists all around us. We just need to pay attention.

Here in the grey snow covered and rain soaked hills of North Western Connecticut one doesn’t always expect much culturally but this weekend proved that there is hidden fire in these hills.

Hartt School of Music hosted the Northeast Horn symposium and offered three concerts to the public at large. What a treat for both my husband and me. Playing horn is definitely a thing of our past and while Jamie was first horn in all state it was only a minor part of my musical study but we both still truly love the horn. And to be privileged to talk with and listen to these musicians in intimate surroundings  was one of those incredible experiences to treasure-to be immersed in the nuances of the sound and repertoire of French horn for a weekend of three concerts for less than the cost of a bus ticket to Boston-wow!

Pieces included works by Gounod, Beethoven, Holst, Rapoport, Dukas. Glazunov, and others including a beautiful piece by James Naigus for 9 horns just released called Harvest Lights. Imagine towering white pines against the blue sky and golden sun filtering through the woods-well that’s where my mind took me when I closed my eyes. Horn is so awesome and to hear the difference of sound demonstrated between Viennese horns, Bruckner horns (James Summerville played on one of the original 1887 horns only recently replaced by the BSO by a new set. It was clear, sweet –took me back to my childhood in Symphony Hall) and classical and bright modern double versus velvety deep Wagnerian Oh gee!

And so we got to listen to Erik Ralske, Principal horn of the Metropolitan Opera and James Sommerville, Principal horn of the Boston Symphony Orchestra up close and personal.

In addition the programs included other fine horn players including principals of Hartford and New Haven symphony orchestras ,Professors from Yale and Hartt and more as well as an evening with the US Coast guard Band featuring pieces with french horn.-Awesome.

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9×12 canson sketch book 170326

 

Well I did pick up the paint brush but only briefly. However, now when I close my eyes I see golden horns and when I listen to recordings I can sometimes identify the type of horn being played. It’s like pigments and colors in watercolor only overtones and sonority/color in music.

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i think a still life or figure study with a french horn is my next challenge if only i can get one decent wave!!

Holly

(angel in the dust wishing she could share the beauty all around her with you)

Magic Moments-hidden in the waves

Today I finally attacked this studio with the vacuum cleaner-1st time since sometime last spring. Maybe I’m finding my feet again or just finding a large measure of resolve.

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I am working with more studies of waves and beginning to experiment with the palette knife. I also found this sort-of poem with in myself and choose to share it with you.

Lament

Fate is the hunter that fashions

A fiction we cannot escape.

Caught, forced to choose

We step blinded by blurring translations

Into an irrevocable present

Constructing our souls to an

Outward smile that drowns tears

Within

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Emerald green-defines the bay.

Mindset focuses on the way

We climb the path to a destiny,

Our imperfect present

Passing by the ocean empty

We leave our hearts

 To drown

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Angel in the dust

 

 

Holly Hall

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Magic Moments are Meant to Share

The Beauty of Your Dreams

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
Steve Jobs

Dreams

Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
Lao Tzu

Dreams

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt

Dreams

WISHING ALL OF YOU A GREAT WEEK

Magic Moments- Within

To be human is to share and to support the creative spirit which springs from love.

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The flame of compassionate creativity exists within each of us and once lit may need careful shielding to prevent its being blown out by the disappointments and vicissitudes of life. Sometimes the only protection comes from some hidden source of strength within. I am humbled with gratitude for having that wave of strength wash over me whatever its source may be.

. “I live each day wondering how I will get through it and then I remember that you would want me to-“Life with purpose merits exploring, especially after a significant loss. Purpose is the seat of the soul….”-from “A Beautiful Mind”

Today I will do a personal yoga practice and continue on the painting I started for our show. Others will follow their own paths for “we each must go our way to greet the New Day”.

And, I shall be eager to know if Shari manages to draw 20 different people, if Carsten manages to paint again during night shift or if Carol or Debi have another w/c challenge to share, if Mer manages a good day, if Barbara finds time to paint, and how you have done as well. There are so many wonderful people-more than I can name here, more than I can ever know and all cradling the flame of creative humanity within themselves and sharing it with others.

God Bless You

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-in Love

Magic Moments-in Love

 

Dear Readers,

Good Morning! It’s a beautiful New Day!

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As you woke this morning, where ever you may be, I know a message of love and hope was sent your way.

Although I am wicked slow and physically bent I am thinking of you all and wishing you the best.  Take Joy in the day. Stay warm. Embrace your creativity with Love.

And, thank you for sharing.

 

Holly

Angel in the dust

Re: lovely morning

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  I’m missing that time we spend looking at the world together.

Magic Moments-Thoughts on watercolour

I spent the afternoon matting and framing some work for a couple of local shows. This is not my favorite activity! I’d much rather be sketching or painting or just outside walking or gardening. I cut my own mats but have to buy frames so i frequently recycle them.

Here is a half sheet painting of the river from last year that had to give up its frame to make room for new work.

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West Branch-Looking down river

Thoughts on Watercolour

A self portrait

While its transparency allows layers of veiled meaning, it is mercurial and hard to control. Extremely sensitive to atmosphere and weather, watercolour is temperamental being easily blotted out, stained by tears, or even washed away. And yet it is responsive and fluid, and can be even, on occasion, dry and precise.

Colours can be bright as jewels shimmering with reflected light or muddy as a turbid river in turmoil of dark despair. At times the colours present in shapes with edges hard as rock and at others with edges so soft as to fade away to nothing.

Watercolour doesn’t lie or hide its meaning. It can’t. Each brush stroke and flood of water is revealed as it carries pigment across the paper. And, when the brushstrokes become free to dance, it sings with ecstasy and confidence. Given more deliberate control it becomes amazingly precise conveying detail and form. But when confidence is lost the overworking of a surface says it all. Meaning, form, and line are buried in mud.

There is freshness in a confidently painted watercolour that becomes memorable. This doesn’t mean that thoughtful editing and reworking won’t ever be in order. Sometimes that is needed and helps. Only that the more directly the work springs from the heart the more effective it will be.

And We; we are watercolour within, waiting only for the Muse that can help the brush to dance with joy and confidence lifting our song on unfurled wings across the empty page.

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-“depth beneath the sparkle”

So in drawing as in life; one’s efforts should be toward what Giacometti called the “impossible task”-that of coming a little nearer to the accuracy of perceived truth.

-Heather Spears

We need to go beyond words and concepts and labels to follow the drift and movement of the eye itself.

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a plein-air sketch from yesterday

and two sketches with watercolor wash from Thursday figure drawing. half sheet Arches hot-press and Bristol board.

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Outward bound thought     
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Turning inward                

Magic Moments-“YES”

Jan. 6, 2017

9:00 AM

I closed my eyes

and felt you there-

The room was darkened still, with blinds shut tight.

I wondered was there someone there

to put the coffee on and

End your night?

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Red tail hawk from this mornings walk

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and a sketch from last night’s figure drawing-

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Now off to mess about in clay and it is a beautiful day with a dusting of bright snow under foot.

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