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Mermaid-Amber dances

Mermaid

As she dances in the night, she can only dream of a partner from above. It’s been 10 years since she laid upon the fields of gold, gazing up at the stars. Missing the days of riding a bike, swinging in the old rope swing hung by her grandfather, and the warmth when embraced by her parents. Just a young girl with so many moments in life still ahead of her and yet those moments would never come.

It was one of those hot days when the ocean breeze, and the cool spray of the waves could cool things off. This was her moment to use the heat as an excuse to ask her parents to take the boat out a few miles and see the wildlife that she so loved. You see her dream was always to live in the ocean and swim with the grace of the dolphins, and yet the gentleness of a sea turtle upon a wave. This world above sea level was fun, but things must be even better under the sea. Her dad finally puts his tools down and agrees that they do need a break, and off they went.

The boat was loaded and off they went. Smiling with the biggest of smiles, and her friends the dolphins taking lead, further and further they ventured. What they didn’t realize, and something her dad usually checked, was the weather. Setting out in such a hurry, they didn’t realize that the heat of the day, created energy for the storm approaching, approaching fast. The waves grew, the control of the small vessel lessened until there was no control. Her dad fought and held on as long as his loving arms could, but the grip was lost.

As the light from above dimmed, and the cold dark blue of the ocean increased, Amber faded. Her thoughts were on her dad and what had happened.

It’s been ten years, and now Amber still dances, but dances alone. There are still fisherman today that say that they see this beautiful young lady dancing with long flowing red hair, but that’s not possible. For you see, this little girl named Amber and her loving father, are together, but they are together under the tree that once held the rope swing that her grandfather hung.

watercolor, 11″ x 14″

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Spring? Bring it! – watercolors

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These are several fast ink and watercolor sketches that I’ve recently finished just trying to bring Spring to southern Indiana.

The bottom left is a non-Spring related ink sketch, but is an old retro style Sci-Fi scene. With an astronaut hoping they know that he comes in peace, not realizing what behind him, does not!

The other three are a familiar scene from the southern Indiana area. The Spring rains have begun, and the snow has all but melted away, that’s not to say that we might get more next week. Last week we received 8.5″ of snow and temps were in the single digits farenheit, this week, almost 70 degrees. As we would say around here “If you don’t like the weather today, wait till tomorrow, it will completely be different.”

These are 5″ x 7″ on 140 cold press watercolor paper.

Thanks for viewing and I hope flowers are blooming where-ever you live.


Gnarly Old Tree

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First of all let me thank everyone that responded so kindly to my April fools joke.  I would have never imagined that I would have gotten so many responses, and so many concerns on what was going on.  That’s why I published a winner as soon as I had one, because of the guilt I felt and to assure all my friends out there, that everything was just fine. I will never pull this one again, so the next time I publish something similar it will be for real.

As for the pen and watercolor wash above, it’s 7″ x 10″ as was drawn with a tech pen, a fine brush, and watercolors.  I was undecided on whether to add the green or keep it just gray and black, but I have drawn so many trees in the past that were just black and white, I decided to add a splash of color.  But I did decide to keep it just one additional color, which is a sage green, and only painting the tree and a few rocks for a mold effect. Keeping everything else just the pen and ink.  I hope that you enjoy it, those who are still visiting and talking to me that is!

GO BUTLER!


Butterfly Fairy – watercolor

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A little fantasy never hurt anyone, so friday I started playing around with this one while on break and finished it last night.  I was hoping to have the Venice canal finished, but this weekend was Honey-do-this weekend.  That, and our spring break getaway is coming up fast, so I’m preparing for that.  This was a nude model photo, that I added the wings and color too. I was going to make it darker and more of a sad fallen fairy, but as I was painting it, I began to go in the direction of lovely and calm.

I hope you like it and let me know either way!


Blog ZOMBIES!

It was a computer virus, the virus that swept through all of wordpress.  At first people thought of it as just another virus causing harddrive damage and inconvenience, but it was more, so much more.  It was the RYAN-O-Virus, a virus not to be contained, and had no cure.  You were warned! You were told not to visit the site asmalltowndad, but did you listen NO! And now look at you… Your a Blog Zombie!  Hair falling out, brains turning to mush, eye’s sinking and turning gray, and the hunger… oh, the hunger for more Ryan-O-Virus, you cannot stop!  it will be over soon, soon all will be effected and we will all be blog zombies, feeding off of each others blogs.  No more flowers, no more ducks, and absolutely no more damn barns! Nothing but skulls, rot, evil, gore (not Al Gore) don’t want to get that scary, and cute little birdies, um oh o.k. no cute little birdies either!

Warning: Ryan-O-Virus shots are now available at Walgreens, CVS, Ice Cream shops, corner venders, Fruit Markets, and local bars.

Thank you Beth for holding the challenge and I hate to say it again, but this was done last minute because I forgot that we were leaving today for our yearly Halloween camp out. I won’t be able to check everyones post until monday but I’m already excited and can’t wait. Also, I know that I have missed several blog zombies and I apologize, but I ran out of time.

Happy Halloween to all and be safe!

to see others tomorrow visit http://bethparkerart.wordpress.com/

Zombie Cast from left to right;

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http://jongsart.wordpress.com/

http://metaphase.wordpress.com/

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http://lesliepaints.wordpress.com/

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Native American Hunter-Pen & Ink

This is not from my friends book, but from the inspiration I had while doing the artwork.  I hope that no one is offended by what I have written, it is written with respect and honor of both life and death.

The Drawing is copy righted, please do not rip my friend off!


Going Old School

Back to the basics, and back to one of the first things my high school art teacher would teach us… sketch and sketch quickly.  Well, after thirty years or so, and very little contact, my once art teacher and now friend visited me to get help on printing a book that he had written, following the trails and history of a tomahawk, now owned by a museum, but once owned by his Native American family.  Hopefully soon, this story of his families tomahawk will soon be printed in a wonderful embossed and foiled hardback book, with his own written words, with sketches and drawing from himself, family and possibly by me.  As soon as the book is in production, it is my hope that I can offer a few to the readers, that visit my blog.

Actually, this post is to tell you a little about Mr. Morrison, that I now call by his first name and friend.  Even though I have seen him just a few times in the last 30 years, his teachings and guidance has given me the wonderful career that have today.  Mr. Morrison has told me several times that he isn’t a very good artist, and I would beg to differ, but I think we would both agree that he was an excellent teacher.  A matter of fact, after 30 years of being in the graphics field, an art director and one that have seen other teachings, I would say that he was the best art teacher that I’ve known.  I have seen so many college students come from Purdue, I.U., and so many other large universities with bachelors degrees in art or design, come out with less knowledge and how to use their creativity, than I did in his high school grads.  With very little funding from the school, with very little respect from administrators and teachers (because he was an art teacher), he seemed to get the most out of some of us, that other teachers couldn’t.  Unfortunately, I didn’t realize this until after I had graduated, but soon into the first and only semester of college that I had attended, I was soon to understand how lucky I was to have him as my teacher.  Some will be giving  me a hard time for writing this, saying even after 30 years, that I’m still brown nosing, but I didn’t give him the respect then, and so I have no problem giving him and others the respect they deserve, now.  The only thing that I feel cheated on, is that his last few graduating classes before retiring , had received 30 more years of his experience as not just a teacher, but a student himself.  Mr. Morrison was always learning and growing from his students, and using that tool to teach others in his future classes.  He taught me to paint, air brush, watercolor, pen and ink, the wonders of Frank Frazetta and other artist, pottery, three-dimensional and of course, to sketch and sketch quickly.

If you have or had a teacher or mentor that has guided you, take this post as an opportunity to honor them or show respect to their teachings, by listing how they effected your life or just mentioning their names in your comment. They may not know that you did so, but it will give you a good feeling knowing that you did.