Thursday, March 15, 2018

Watch it buddy, or you'll get the business end of my brush!

Watercolors by Lorelei...
rose with water droplets

sun pillar over ocean

loose painting of butterfly

great blue heron on shore

Wyoming horse
I've rebooted/renamed one of my blogs. Check it out at Lorelei's Art Gallery. I hope to put up more blogs on my art there.
 Just click on the picture when you get there, and story will pop up. Thank you!

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Excuse me, but I Arted!

I found this T-shirt on Pinterest...I'm addicted (to Pinterest), what can I say?

Last week I shared a few of my watercolors with you (and I will today), but I just wanted to give you a little background on myself. Art, drawing and painting, has always been who I was. I could draw as soon as I could hold a Crayola in my hands, and I drew on everything--including the walls. I must have drove my poor mother nuts!

I was known as "the artist", even though my older sister was also an artist, but I can't recall if she had any influence on me, but I still remember the painting of a deer she'd painted in school. There was argument as to which side of the family I got the gift. Mom's side or my father's. Doesn't matter. Maybe I got a double dose, that's why I dabble in writing, art and everything else. I'm no good at math, and such. I had D's & F's in school for the basics. I couldn't follow the teacher, I learned so much later I'm ADD, and dyslexic. No one understood those things back then. They would have put me into special ed classes.

As I said, I didn't get good grades, unless it was in art. I couldn't wait to go to college, thinking I could learn how to become a better artist. I went to a small, community college, which was fine. However, when I proudly showed my art and what I could do, I was discouraged to draw realistically. I was told by one art teacher "You might as well take a picture of it" - meaning realism was dead. Or so they said. When I went to college, I was using acrylic paints. I was encouraged to use oil paint. Which is more expensive, but it is an easy medium to work with. The teacher I had wasn't really knowledgeable in all areas. I seem to recall I'd wanted to work in watercolors then, but he talked me into oils, because that's what he worked in. 

My favorite medium, actually was pencil or ink. I went into details more than I care to now. My eyes were much better then. I don't have anything to show you from then, but I do have something from a 1992 vacation out west. This is the Grand Tetons. 

colored pencil sketch/Tetons Nat'l Park/June 11, 1992

It's done in colored pencils. I remembered taking my sketch book with me. Had a number of sketches I did from that vacation, but this was more finished, I think.

Well, that's my story. Now you know that my first love was always art. Writing came later, and it was an up-hill battle with learning that, since I had to work on spelling and so forth.

Here are some paintings I did over last weekend. I call it my "Flowers, Frogs & Butterfly" series. As stated above, nearly all of my paintings are done from pictures I find on Pinterest.

Blue Morpho butterfly/watercolor 7x10"

red-eyed rain forest frog
watercolor 7"x10"

purple flower/watercolor 7"x10"

I may have to start selling my paintings. What do you think?

Have a good weekend. I'm going to do another series.

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Strange Orchids

Hey, I've been busy, and I'm going to show you what's been keeping me sane.
I've been working on my art. Watercolors, to be exact. Watercolor is a difficult medium to master, and I'm here to tell you, I've been dabbling in it for months. I've finally found on-line artists that I watch, and one is more of an instructor, and it has helped me to listen to what he says about working with the medium.

Anyway, my current dabblings are below. First I'll show you my paintings, and then the photos (which I've gotten all from Pinterest), to use for the picture.

My paintings usually take me a couple of hours in two afternoons, during the week. On the weekends, I might get one done in a day, depending upon its difficulty.

Below is a close-up of a strange looking flower.
It took me an hour to find something similar on line to figure out what it was exactly.
Do you know what this flower is?

Give up? Well, it's a water lily. Below is a picture of one. 
Beautiful flower, and I had no idea water lilies came in different colors!

Below is a picture of the next offering as I was getting the colors in. There's a strategy to paintings. You need to know how to go about something as complicated as this one.

The finished painting came out really well, I think, considering the difficulty.
What is it? No. Not a spaceship, or something captured from a weird dream. . .

It's actually an orchid. I didn't exactly find out what sort it was, but if you ever see one in your local florist, you'll probably remember it.
Below is a photo of the orchid and the close up of the waterlily.
Hope you enjoyed these.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Spell of Dark Castle, sequel

Finally, after so many years of waiting to get this one out, it's here. Sequel to Spell of the Black Unicorn

It's a romping fantasy that takes place on Zofia's planet, where anything goes, since my imagination knows no bounds. Where Zofia meets an alchemist from 18th century (really much older), Earth, named Saint Germain.

Here is description as it is on Amazon:
After Zofia and her family return to their world, everything should be fine... but is not.

Zofia's first assignment as a Knight is to go to Dark Castle under cover as an Ugwump - mortal - to spy on the owner, Saint Germain, who is believed to be a vampire.

On her trip to Dark Castle, Zofia meets Myron; a vampire with many secrets. After they encounter the handsome Saint Germain, Zofia uncovers truths about his past... and about their attraction for each other.

It's hardly enough description for a book that's over 600 pages long. Here is what I sent them to put into description, and reads almost like a book itself, but here is a more detailed description which does it justice.

Zofia and family return to their world. All should be happy, but is not. Although son, Eltony, is thrilled about going to a school where he can practice his sorcery, his sister, Blanch, is moody and depressed, mostly about missing her 16th birthday, but finds that such a party is set up in her honor in a castle, and she suddenly has many suitors.

In the meantime, jealousy drives a wedge between Zofia and husband, Dorian, when Stephen has made sure of Zofia's nomination as a Knight (First woman Knight in ages). Her first assignment is to go to Dark Castle under cover as an Ugwump (mortal), librarian in order to spy on the owner, Saint Germain, who is believed to be a vampire. (But he is really an 18th century Earth alchemist who has successfully made the Elixir of Life, which has kept him alive for centuries.)

During her travel to Dark Castle, Zofia meets Myron, who she realizes right away is a vampire. But she has a secret too, so they agree to keep one another's secrets. Myron helps with her trunks up the long stairs to Dark Castle. Although Myron was retained by St. Germain to help get her there safely, it's obvious Myron has different ideas. Fortunately, Zofia is above his vampire tricks.

The next day she meets Saint Germain. While he is practicing a dueling match with his servant Jacques, his is wounded, but the wound heals quickly, so suspicion grows for Zofia. But, no one is as they seem, and Jacques, in turn, becomes suspicious of Zofia. She learns his big secret in due time. What Zofia uncovers about the handsome Saint Germain is unexpected. So is their attraction for each other.

Zofia, who is pregnant, tries to keep this a secret for as long as she can, but St. Germain figures this out soon enough.

Dorian, meanwhile, is on the trail of a cult that is at work in the village. They have a fiendish plot to bring forth monsters who once ruled their planet. Zofia's and Dorian's paths cross as they make attempts to stop them, but these rogue wizards are using Dark Castle's powerful ley lines, and St. Germain's time-travel invention, to bring forth an alchemist from the past. It is later learned he and St. Germain were once mortal enemies.

Attempts on Zofia's life come from all directions—from cunning vampires, to a contriving waitress, to wicked wizards—and yet she manages to out maneuver them one way or another until they finally capture her for the wizards' final spell to bring back the monstrous (half-man and half-crocodile) Helsingas.

Will Saint Germain's use of the Philosopher's Stone help him save both Zofia and Dorian in the end, and can they stop the wizards' powerful spell before their world is taken over by these ten-foot beasts? Will Zofia and Dorian reconcile, or is it too late for them?

Saturday, February 3, 2018

A Good Brush is Hard to Find

Well, not really.
I've posted a few of the paintings (watercolors), I've done over the winter on facebook, but thought I would show it all off here.

First of all, today I purchased a set of watercolors in tubes, and a large set of pain brushes.

Below, I was working on this painting. The sun in it had come out a little lopsided, as seen in photo below. I've  fixed it and tried out my tube paints and new brushes.

The one above and the one below are my minis they're 4"x 6". I've painted several this size first, because I just wanted to get used to the medium. I've only painted in oils and acrylics before, back when I was in school (a half a lifetime ago).

As you can see, I've done alright.

Below is my favorite painting of the sunflowers. This was done using a picture of sunflowers that I've actually grown myself. I like using a photo of some sort to go by. The southwest painting was done combining two photographs I had from a trip to Taos, N.M.

The painting below I used a calendar photo of a lighthouse. I've been working on another, but I'm not ready to reveal it, yet.

So, this is what I've been working on this winter in my spare time. Yeah. I'm taking another hiatus from writing. I'm so far ahead of what I want to do with writing, I'm just going to veg and do my art for a while. Especially since I spent money on a new set of 24 watercolor tube paints. I'm going to hang them on my wall--my brag wall.

Friday, January 26, 2018

Meandering Thoughts

Hello, my pretties. Since last time, as you all know, the weather was harsh to us. But now it has turned a slight corner, and we've enjoyed brief moments of 40's one day, and 20's the next.

But I'm not here to talk about the weather. I've had these various thoughts touring my brain for days, and just had to get them down, so here it goes.

Promise this isn't "Fake News", but it should be enjoyable.

The Logic Behind it?

Let's say for a lark you and a friend went to a psychic for a reading. She tells you a lot of stuff about yourself you have to wonder how she knew. At the end she tells you you'll meet a tall, dark and handsome stranger--like that's original, right?
Then, as a bonus, she gives you numbers for a winning lottery. You are more than a little dubious, wondering why she'd give you a winning number at no extra cost.
You smile and say, "Thanks, but give me the numbers you're going to play, instead."

It's Inevitable

The weather has turned for the worse. You can't even get down the street on foot, let alone drive anywhere. The mayor, the sheriff's police and various other important public people get on TV and tell people to pleast stay home if they don't need to go out.
Naturally, a half hour later, there's an hundred car pile-up on a major highway, because everybody decided they had to go some place.

How's That?

David and Louise Turpin (the couple who are accused of keeping their children chained to beds, starved, and tortured them), have plead "Not guilty".

If I were the prosecuting attorney I might say something like, "So let me get this straight. Your thirteen children chained themselves to beds, refused to eat, go to school, and you just went on with every day life?"

Well, this is all I've got for now. I could say something about Trump, but I figure everyone else is probably on that.

Next time, I'll tell you, and show you, what I've been up to to keep myself amused during this cold weather stuck indoors.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Above Zero

For those you you with modern houses, and no well, you may, or may not understand the trials we've gone through for the past two weeks. Mostly frozen pipes--I've had to draw water from the bathtub into a pail and such in order to do dishes, at least 3 times. But, hey, I didn't complain. I was able to do the dishes, after all.

But it got worse. One afternoon (Friday), I went to take my bath, and after a few inches of water in the tub, the water simply stopped. Dennis had turned off the heat lamp in the well pit (which is outside of the house, and not very deep), thinking to save a little on our electric bill. I understood his well intentions, but he beat himself up over it all night. We couldn't get it to come back on, even after having the heat lamp turned back on.

The next morning, we went out in the minus-something, darkness of pre-dawn armed with flashlights and a small blower heater. Trudging through 4" of snow (thankfully it wasn't more!), we got to the cement block where the well pit is. I helped him pick up the heavy iron cover, and drag it off to the side to lean against the house. He eased down the ladder, and descended into the pit, which might be 7' down. Not a lot of room down there, and I could see the dried mud at the bottom.

I handed him the small stool to set the heater on, then the heater itself. He hooked it up to a drop cord, which he had to feed through a small hole from the basement. I can't tell you how many times we've berated how this house was built back in 1905 or '04, depending upon who you talk to. Sure, they had running water. they actually had a toilet down in a separate room in the basement--which is super creepy when you think about it, but they at least didn't have to go outside in the dead of winter to the outhouse.

Having done what we could, we went back inside to wait. Well, I waited. Dennis went out to the pole barn shed where they'd installed a new well and indoor pipes to fill water jugs just in case this didn't work. Imagine not being able to flush the toilet, for instance?

The worst it ever was was several years back when our power was knocked out for more than two days. I was able to cook something on the stove top (then, but now we've got electric, so this would be a bad thing). We had to go spend Christmas Eve and day in a motel. We were lucky to find a nearby bar and grill open in order to eat that night. The next day, we had to drive a distance to a truck stop in order to eat breakfast.

So, this wasn't as bad, but it wasn't pleasant at all.

Finally, after 20 or so minutes, the sound of the well came on--a sweet sound to our ears.

But, the water had to clear up. We ran the softener, but this hasn't helped even after 24 hours. The water is still ugly yellow. Dennis described it as looking like chicken soup, but decidedly with a nasty smell.

This morning, the kitchen sink water was running, but as always with the wind out of the south, the laundry room--which was actually built off the porch and simply walled off, is still frozen. I think it's 18 pails of water to fill that old washer of ours. We were running out of clothes etc. Taking laundry into town isn't our idea of a good time, and if you've ever spent time in a laundry mat, you know what I mean. Plus you have to pay to do your laundry. When we had no dryer a few years ago, we'd bring our wash in and dry it. We finally bought a dryer--one of those large expenses you don't expect.

So, here we are, still dealing with issues, but at least we have water. This week is supposed to warm up. However, I don't like the forecast of "mixed precipitation" for tonight. I'm hoping we get through that okay. We certainly don't need any other weather-related issues!

Watch it buddy, or you'll get the business end of my brush!

Watercolors by Lorelei... Enjoy! rose with water droplets sun pillar over ocean loose painting of butterfly great blu...