If you like paintings done loosely and with a feeling of spontaneity... if you love rich colors... then go introduce yourself to Sarkis Antikajian.
He was featured on OPB's Art Beat this week. You can view his Oregon Art Beat episode here (around 7 minutes) and/or visit his web site here. (If you watch the episode, they show his studio for just a moment...ohmygawd he has so many paintings done!)
Friday, November 20, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Friday the 13th
Its a lucky Friday the 13th for my daughter.
She's often tries to enter call-in contests on the radio but with no luck. She can't say that any more. This past week she has been trying to be the correct number calling in to a show. Today was the last day of the contest and she thought what the hell, I'll give it one last try and she was the tenth caller. Yay. But all that means is that her name gets put in with bunches of others for a random drawing. Hers was the last name to go into the barrel and as luck would have it, her name was pulled. She won a free cell phone and 6 months free service.
She's off getting her certificate for the phone now. She is always struggling to pay her phone bill and now she will have a six month rest period. Plus a little extra money for Christmas... if the money lasts that long.
Saturday was kind of a weird day. Nothing was going smoothly. It was going but its like walking upstream in a river. You get there, but it doesn't flow easily. Even the Upwords game had weird words.
We had a monsoon. Streets temporarily flooding all over the city. It was easy to spot the people who didn't have a clue as to how to drive thru standing water. (Especially the little pricks in big SUVs, god bless their little hearts. Their really tiny little hearts.) As I drove to my friend's place I saw lots of people standing in shin-deep water as they cleared away the drains. What is this.... the tropics??
My friend was a little distracted and feeling weird herself. She had an angio scheduled for this past Tuesday and it was not something she was looking forward to. Conversation was jumpy too.
She had a lovely bouquet of tulips. She buys herself flowers each week.
Because it was a very dark and gloomy day, my friend decided to light a candle. She had a large round 3-wick candle and she couldn't get it lit with a lighter. She needed something long. My friend grabbed some paper and twisted it. I suggested she take the candle in by the kitchen sink and light it there. Then she could toss the burning paper into the sink. "Good idea" she replied... then proceeded to light the candle where it was. As I mentioned, she was distracted.
She came back to the table and turned to look at the candle. This (below) is what she saw.
"Well isn't that a nice blaze" she said.
We then cracked up. A new portable fireplace.
My friend had her angio thingy and it was a walk in the park. No pain to speak of, no horrible procedure. Oh, and all is well. They will do it again later on the other leg.
She's often tries to enter call-in contests on the radio but with no luck. She can't say that any more. This past week she has been trying to be the correct number calling in to a show. Today was the last day of the contest and she thought what the hell, I'll give it one last try and she was the tenth caller. Yay. But all that means is that her name gets put in with bunches of others for a random drawing. Hers was the last name to go into the barrel and as luck would have it, her name was pulled. She won a free cell phone and 6 months free service.
She's off getting her certificate for the phone now. She is always struggling to pay her phone bill and now she will have a six month rest period. Plus a little extra money for Christmas... if the money lasts that long.
Saturday was kind of a weird day. Nothing was going smoothly. It was going but its like walking upstream in a river. You get there, but it doesn't flow easily. Even the Upwords game had weird words.
We had a monsoon. Streets temporarily flooding all over the city. It was easy to spot the people who didn't have a clue as to how to drive thru standing water. (Especially the little pricks in big SUVs, god bless their little hearts. Their really tiny little hearts.) As I drove to my friend's place I saw lots of people standing in shin-deep water as they cleared away the drains. What is this.... the tropics??
My friend was a little distracted and feeling weird herself. She had an angio scheduled for this past Tuesday and it was not something she was looking forward to. Conversation was jumpy too.
She had a lovely bouquet of tulips. She buys herself flowers each week.
Because it was a very dark and gloomy day, my friend decided to light a candle. She had a large round 3-wick candle and she couldn't get it lit with a lighter. She needed something long. My friend grabbed some paper and twisted it. I suggested she take the candle in by the kitchen sink and light it there. Then she could toss the burning paper into the sink. "Good idea" she replied... then proceeded to light the candle where it was. As I mentioned, she was distracted.
She came back to the table and turned to look at the candle. This (below) is what she saw.
"Well isn't that a nice blaze" she said.
We then cracked up. A new portable fireplace.
My friend had her angio thingy and it was a walk in the park. No pain to speak of, no horrible procedure. Oh, and all is well. They will do it again later on the other leg.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Taking Turns
Mom and the boys went to a movie this afternoon. They came home early. Vyron hurled at the movies.
Darius had been sick and now it looks like its Vyron's turn. It seems to last from 24 to 48 hrs. A slight fever and throwing up if eating is attempted. Otherwise it wasn't too bad getting thru D's bout. (I'm not the one who has to clean up after them.)
The bucket is now moved to wherever Vyron lands.
Darius had been sick and now it looks like its Vyron's turn. It seems to last from 24 to 48 hrs. A slight fever and throwing up if eating is attempted. Otherwise it wasn't too bad getting thru D's bout. (I'm not the one who has to clean up after them.)
The bucket is now moved to wherever Vyron lands.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Children's Illustrator
I watched Oregon Art Beat on public tv last night and they did a segment on Johanna Wright who is an illustrator, author, musician... I can't remember everything they said she did. Her illustrations are colorful and whimsical.
Check out her illustrations here.
If you wanted to watch the segment, go here. I think it is maybe 7 to 15 minutes long... not sure.
(She also keeps a blog. Ya gotta love those art bloggers.)
Check out her illustrations here.
If you wanted to watch the segment, go here. I think it is maybe 7 to 15 minutes long... not sure.
(She also keeps a blog. Ya gotta love those art bloggers.)
Mommie Hell
The apartment stinks. I mean really stinks. Well, okay then, it just doesn't smell pleasant.
We have the stomach bug or something going on here. Darius threw up early this morning when he was still in bed. He was actually sleeping when it began. He shares a bed with his mother. Fun times.
Later this morning he hurled again and just a few minutes ago, as he was trying some soup, he hurled once more.
All I have to say is THANK GOD HE MADE THE BUCKET!!
In any event, the apartment needs cleaning and when you add illness to it, it makes for some unpleasantness. Its not easy cleaning in a small spot with little bodies bumping into you all the time, tripping you, and just generally having fun. And when you do finish a spot, say the kitchen area, then its time to dirty it up again.
Its like digging a hole so you can fill it up again. Its just never ending.
And I know the details weren't necessary. I think my readers are all mothers of some sort or another, and explanations aren't necessary. I just needed to put words around it so I can... well, I'm not sure why. It doesn't end with words.
We have the stomach bug or something going on here. Darius threw up early this morning when he was still in bed. He was actually sleeping when it began. He shares a bed with his mother. Fun times.
Later this morning he hurled again and just a few minutes ago, as he was trying some soup, he hurled once more.
All I have to say is THANK GOD HE MADE THE BUCKET!!
In any event, the apartment needs cleaning and when you add illness to it, it makes for some unpleasantness. Its not easy cleaning in a small spot with little bodies bumping into you all the time, tripping you, and just generally having fun. And when you do finish a spot, say the kitchen area, then its time to dirty it up again.
Its like digging a hole so you can fill it up again. Its just never ending.
And I know the details weren't necessary. I think my readers are all mothers of some sort or another, and explanations aren't necessary. I just needed to put words around it so I can... well, I'm not sure why. It doesn't end with words.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Thursday
From a magazine; oil pastels. Oil pastels are soft crayons.
I haven't listened to the news for about a week. Today I did and wouldn't ya know it... another "disaster" on the army base in Texas. I feel so sorry for the families and friends of those lost. Lost because of a crazy man. A crazy man who was a psychiatrist. Ironic, isn't it. Its not going to make life any easier for those here who have muslim names, either.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
November 3 2009
It doesn't look good. I had decided to try to post something in the art category each day for the month of November. I'm only three days into it and its very shaky already. I'm hanging by a thread. And what a sight that is!
Here's an unfinished female from the imagination.
I'm even surprised that I was able to get on the pc this evening to even post this drawing. But the "group" left for the night so its all mine. Its available and I can't even think of anything to say. So typical, huh.
Here's an unfinished female from the imagination.
I'm even surprised that I was able to get on the pc this evening to even post this drawing. But the "group" left for the night so its all mine. Its available and I can't even think of anything to say. So typical, huh.
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