100 Faces in 100 days! I finally finished!

Well I didn't think it would feel as though the time flew by when I started this project. I am feeling a bit surprised by my own sadness at ending this project. I am exceedingly happy to have done it though and tonight I'll be at our local thrift store that raises money for animal shelters. They are having an art walk and I'll bring my faces with me. I do love talking about this project. I have some things in the works regarding this work. I haven't really had the time to focus on it but I will now. I may take a few days off from painting, to do some much needed organizing. I tend to focus solely on painting and nothing else. hahah ..

There was a person that said they were looking forward to my grand finale. .. and I wanted the paintings to be extra special but I'm a little spent on the thinking aspect of this project. I wanted my work to be extra special and so I painted the elephant to go with all the Africa stories that I wrote about and this little guy is just so cute and my mom loved her elephants and had several wood carved elephants in her home.

I am really just so happy to push myself to paint every single day and I want to paint more and bigger and different things besides faces and what not. I realized how much I love color too and how I can use it to make me feel really happy. Some of the paintings really gave me great satisfaction. Some I realized the frustration of not being able to get it just perfect and sometimes I just had to say enough!! It's enough... and then as the days went on I painted longer and more details.. sometimes I wanted to paint less.. I'm just really glad to have made this commitment and stuck with it.. WOO HOO .. . I want to celebrate so I am guessing it will be tonight at the art walk.. by my self and with anyone else that comes over. So .. about the second painting here. I realized that my love of painting faces is the eyes. It's hard to paint the eyes or a close up of an elephant because they are so big. I really wanted to paint eyes for the end and so I lamented a bit and decided to paint a cat face with big eyes. I like how it turned out. So it's kind of a celebration that I have two paintings instead of one. I started out day one with three faces and so i'm ending with two. I think i'll go jump for joy!!!! Thank you to all of you that came over and commented and wrote to me on facebook and purchased my art. I have really been awwed by the support. Maybe one day I'll have lots more commenters but i have appreciated those that have. I'm just happy ..Thank you .. for watching even if you never said a thing. :) Its good .. it's all good.

The elephant and the cat face are both about 10 3/4 x 13 1/2 the biggest I think so far. They are each for sale for $100. If you would like to purchase one of these please email me at iwilldream4ever@aol.com. Thank you again .. it's been a wild ride and amazing. Oh and I'm not going to stop blogging .. I may do another project like this in the future. I will be making an announcement soon about what will happen with the portraits that are still available. Please do come back to my blog and see what I'm up too .. remember artists are people too and we need to make art and we need to make a living while we do it so please support artists by buying their work. It's important and it is valuable. We make the world a bit more interesting. Please help us do what we are meant to do. :)

Day 83 and White Squirrels

Today is day eighty three and that means that there are only 17 left to do !!!!!

Last fall I was staying with my son for a while as I transitioned from my home in SC to where I am now in the sunshine state. As we were doing things around the town that my son lives in NC, we were driving down the road where his cabin is and suddenly he was making a U turn and telling me he wanted to show me something. We pulled into the long drive of a persons home and he pointed to a tree. Knowing that I love nature he told me just to wait and they would appear. I said what am I looking for? He said they are white squirrels. I sat there skeptical for a minute and then sure enough, two white squirrels came scurrying around a tree and playing and then another came from the bushes to add to the fun.

I was amazed and delighted to see these beautiful little creatures that most people really don't like. I guess it's because they are always stealing the bird seed. Probably one of my most fun ways to feed the squirrels was a time when my family had purchased a small wooden throne that had a nail in front of a seat. The throne was small enough for a squirrel to sit in and the nail was for a dried corn cob which squirrels love to eat. I sat in front of the window many times watching the squirrels eat corn. Free entertainment I'd say .. i love nature and I love the white squirrels.

If you would like today's portrait of a squirrel it is painted on a repurposed file folder with calligraphy practice paper and wrapping paper and a scripture card all glued to the folder the cards main word "grace" can be seen i think on the arm of the squirrel. He does seem to emulate grace. the size is approx. 9.5 x 11.5. Please email me at iwilldream4ever@aol.com if you are interested. See you tomorrow.

Day 76 Still having fun

Today is day seventy six and I just don't feel like thinking about anything really. Yesterday was a strange and stressful day and the best part of it was creating the portrait on the rusted denim and sitting there just mindlessly stitching away .. I do love the practice of stitching and as many of my stitching acquaintances and friends will tell you they find it addicting also.. so I am really enjoying the stitching aspect or adding it to the portraits. It really just reminds me of another project I hope to start after I finish this one. I have too many things that I want to do .. 

So what happened yesterday? My dad likes to mow my lawn, I offer to do it but he has to bring the mower here because I don't have one. Since he's here he likes to mow it. Yesterday was the mowing day and he was bringing me a piece of furniture from my mom and dad's room from the old house .. we left the mower in the front yard because that piece still needed mowing, we went move the furniture, which took about ten minutes. He left the mower by the sidewalk. I noticed dad was a bit winded from moving and removing furniture and so I offered to mow that little piece and he said OK !!! so I went to do it and there was no mower .. someone had carted it off. I noticed that the neighbor was sitting in the front yard across the street and I said did you see someone take the mower? She said "Yes" I said "why didn't you say anything? " she said "i didn't know that he wasn't supposed to take it, I thought it was trash" .. I apologized and told her it wasn't her fault and asked her what the vehicle looked like and she described it and then I looked down the street to the left and saw a vehicle like it driving away from us and asked her if that was it? She said yes that's it.. so yep .. i ran into my house and got my phone and gave chase to this van and I saw it and it turned at a light and then the light turned red .. by the time the light was green .. it was gone .. no where to be seen. I had called the police while I was in the car and told them I would just meet the police back at the house.. and my dad left. HE was not happy but he blamed himself for this ... the mower was still hot. It was not by the curb it was by the sidewalk. I guess if you want to get rid of anything at all just set it outside .. people will take it without even asking for sure if you wanted to get rid of it. The good news is that someone spotted the van later in the day and gave me the license plate .. still haven't heard anything yet. The officer said he would call me either way. Who knows .. so that's the story .. in my everyday life.. what a day. 

If you would like to own today's portrait just email me at iwilldream4ever@aol.com it is the price of the day. This one is about 71/2 x 10. See you tomorrow .. 

Day 33

Well nearly officially one third of the way done. Grateful now for this daily practice still having my mind on my daughter and asking for loving thoughts and prayers sent her way.

Today when I look at this portrait I get this sense of longing for that one place where I had so much joy in my life. I have found that when I have the opportunity to talk with people that have lived in the same part of Africa that I lived in as child. They have this longing remembrance as well. There was something that was almost magical about this place.

One of the frequent things that we did as a family, which we seemed to have the most time for while living there, was to go camping. In my whole life I have never been able to replicate that experience or sense of place. It is on my list of things to do before.

On many occasions my mother would come to our small American school and sign us out early on a Friday afternoon or morning!!! These times were always filled with so much excitement because we knew what it meant. A three hour drive to the coast and camping at the beach. The first two hours were the hardest. A steady and I mean steady, consistent drive of turning on switchback after switchback. The motion alone could cause your breakfast or lunch to come up if you were the least bit prone to that. Fortunately, none in our family had this affliction. But I can attest to the intensity of being in a van for a drive like that. We were three thousand feet above sea level. We had a long way down in short span of time. I was always trying not to look when you could see a mile down the side of the mountain and never see the bottom. By the time we got to the flat land we knew we were almost there.. we would sing like we'd been holding our breath and were finally able to breath and drive on the flat land, flat land, flat land. You would too if you'd seen it. Now it looked like we were on the desert. Dry, hot, and only a smattering of trees or dried looking bushes. Then the turn at the well on to north beach had us looking at the women that were there gathering their supply of water to carry away on mules. They always seemed to be wearing black, they had their faces covered, they would look at us as we passed by. Then we finally arrived. A long beach with no one in sight. The sea a few feet away with two feet of water for as far as it seemed you could see and in the distance the breaking waves. We set up camp and quickly took cover under a canopy of canvas to alleviate some of the heat of standing in the sun. It was one hundred and ten degrees in the shade and the only thing good about it was the breeze and the lack of humidity. You could get wet in the water and find some relief but you were dry rather quickly. I think the best part of all was getting our bathing suits on and never taking them off until we were on the way home a few days later. We had this beautiful desolate spot to explore for hours and hours. There were shells and these little crawling hermit crabs. They were a light gray in color and they were everywhere. They could not hide and so they would clump together in a big pile. They had these big eyes and they were in a variety of sizes and each had a different looking home to carry with them. My sister and I loved them, we loved them. We would collect them and take them into our tent and spend hours just playing with hermit crabs. I don't suppose there is enough time in the day to say all the things that we would do while we were at the beach on the Red Sea. These were the days of treasure and joy. At night it would be so hot in our tent we would beg to be out in the breeze. And so after much whining we would be on a cot under the stars with the sea singing a lullaby to us as the waves lapped on the shore. This was the magic of this place .. this is where the joy was made. This is where joy is long remembered. I'm grateful to be brought back to joy.

Thank you for stopping over.. of course i love to know your thoughts and read your comments. Please don't be shy. If you would like to own today's portrait email me at iwilldream4ever@aol.com. Today's portrait is $33. I hope you find some joy in your day today. See you tomorrow.

There's a What? Day 31 of 100 Faces in 100 days.

I'm finding that the stories are just about as much fun as painting the faces. I am not looking for perfection and as with painting and time and daily practice the writing will hopefully get better. I'm excited to see the evolution of this process as I go to the very end.

Today I decided to tell you a story that has a bit of humor in it. This is as most have been a story about something that happened in childhood. When we first lived in Africa we lived in an apartment on the second floor. There was a large covered patio off of the kitchen and went off to the side of the living room. There was a concrete block wall and a balcony with railing on two sides. I don't know if  most men love to shoot a BB gun but it seems like a thing a man would like. Remember I'm a girl who has an older brother who I seemed to compete with from time to time. If he wanted to shoot a BB gun then I wanted to shoot a BB gun. And so I did. My dad would put a small can against the wall on a stool with a big cardboard box behind it and we would practice shooting the can from a great distance. The patio was very big. If the BB's didn't go into the cardboard box and it ricocheted off the wall they wouldn't go very far. My father was always careful. Most of the time we would do this out in a field far away from anything. There was something really fun to me about feeling the weight of these tiny metal balls. I liked holding them in my hands and feeling them all rolling around my small fingers. It didn't take many to fill my hand. You could even rub them between your hands and they would fall on the floor and bounce around for great distances and I would collect them.  Hear the humming of child here .. being silly and happy. For reasons I can only believe were due to my age I put one of the little beads of metal in cup of my ear. It could sit there without going into the ear canal. I could take it out with my finger. It seemed fun to me .. i liked how it felt trying to take it out. By now you know where this is going. As it likely would, a BB went falling down into my ear canal.

Plop..

just that fast and I gasped .. oh no.

I bent over and wildly starting shaking my head. No parents were around but they were nearby, so there was still time to remove it before they noticed what I was doing. Hopefully, before I got into trouble. I could almost feel it there but no matter what I tried, it would not come out. I thought about telling my parents, but I was way to embarrassed to tell anyone that I did such a silly thing. I went about the rest of the day and night, bath time, bed time, morning, getting ready for school and breakfast, kind of perplexed by this conundrum I was in. I went off to school.

I think best friends must exist so that we have one person to tell our secrets too. Somewhere in the class I noticed that my hearing was being affected by this little metal bead in my ear. Sounds sort of echoed. I could hear my self talk in my head when I spoke out loud. It started to get annoying and then I worried that I might have to hear this sound in my head forever. So I leaned over to my best friend and said " I have a BB in my ear." she asked me "what?" I said it a little louder but tried not to say it too loud. I was way too embarrassed. "I have a BB in my ear!"  (this is where you look at today's face) She repeated what I said and then asked a question. "How did you get a BB in your ear?" I told her I accidentally put it there. She looked at me with very serious look and said "You better tell the teacher." Being afraid of what might happen to my ear I walked to the teachers desk and told her very matter of factly that I had a BB in my ear and she looked at me in the strangest way. I am sure that it must have been one of the oddest things she had ever heard in her life. That's how she looked at me and then, as if to remove my interuption, and with some disdain, she told me to go to the clinic. I put my books away and went to the clinic and had to tell the whole thing again to the school clinic nurse. She had no way to look into my ear and so of course she called my mother. I can tell you that at this age when I think about that event I find myself laughing hysterically about how all the adults in my life took this interesting bit of news about a BB in my ear. When my mother arrived the school nurse relayed the information to her and seemed to imply that I was telling a story. That I probably just wanted to go home. I didn't expect that. I don't really remember anything that my mother said to me on the ride to the base hospital. It was a short two blocks from the school. I don't recall her questions which I'm sure she had or any scolding or chastising me for having a BB in my ear because she was probably trying to think of how to teach me a lesson or why I was trying to tell a story so I could leave school. I do remember laying on a hospital examining table and hearing the doctor say "well yes there is a BB in there" and with a serious tone in his voice said "we have to get that out of there." I lay there feeling a wee bit vindicated for having not lied about having a BB in my ear. Then the doctors carefully put a vile of thick oily substance into my ear. I remember there being at least five adults in the room around that table looking at me. I heard my mother exclaim that oh, she could scoop the thing out with her fingernail while the doctors were being so careful to remove this floating piece of metal from my ear. Finally .. relief. There seemed to be a sigh of all the adults as if I was having a serious procedure. I couldn't understand the fuss really, but I was relieved too.

Then the best part is last. My dad must have gotten a call from my mom telling him what was happening. As I stood in the hallway with a cotton gauze pad on my head, while the oil drained out, my dad walked up to me with plain face and asked me. "How did you get that BB in your ear?"

Now, mind you, I had no intention of telling the embarrassing truth of what I did, so I thought for a long minute and said, " remember that day when you and my brother were shooting the BB gun upstairs on the patio? Well I was sitting in the Volkswagon in the back seat waiting to go with mom somewhere and I think the BB ricocheted off one of the can's and came all the way down to the car where that little tiny hole is in the window(this really existed) and it came right into my ear." He looked at me with a look that was half smiling and yet trying to remain slightly serious. With a question mark on his face he had a laugh and said "Really?" He told me that it was quite an amazing story. He may have asked if I was sure that's what happened and I said "Yes it's what happened" feeling a tiny bit of pride at saying something remarkable and relieved that he wasn't mad at me. We left and they took me to lunch and then home. And while I always knew the truth and they did too, it's always been a funny story to tell. A testament to my vivid imagination. All I can hope is that it gave you a laugh.

Today the portrait was painted with air of "you have a what in your ear?"

Thanks for stopping over and reading and following my face challenge and today's portrait is for sale for $31. If you are interested in it please email me at iwilldream4ever@aol.com. It is approx. 8"x10" and is painted on old letter's, envelopes, and wrapping paper that my mother saved and I have sewn together and used as a canvas. Have a great day. See you tomorrow.