Love the hummingbird, Kay. They were my mother's favorite.
Very nice, IL! So much artistic talent on these forums!
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Love the hummingbird, Kay. They were my mother's favorite.
Very nice, IL! So much artistic talent on these forums!
It was an online course over 8 weeks teaching silk shading and goldwork through the EGA (Embroiderers Guild). Its about 4 -5 in in size. Ill probably have it framed in a round frame.Quote:
Originally Posted by rosarugosa
The colors on the hummer are pure flat silk threads (not easy to work with) and the gold is real gold either spiral wrapped wire or gold paper wrapped thread.
My first time using the silk.
Amazing!Quote:
Originally Posted by KayLR
I just got the critique from the instructor. �� She was kind, but I'm still a bit disappointed in myself. Trying not to be because this was a difficult piece and new techniques for me. But still...Anyway, I learned a lot.
okay---i been wondering(though not very much) WHY we don't all have a thread discussing POETRY, such as by Yeats & Keats and James Joyce & Joyce Kilmer, Whitman and Longfellow, etal & etc.? but yeah--though I could care less about poetry, I know you kids prolly eat it right up! Yup. Maybe summa you kids have even wroten some poems on the wall while serving time, that you could share.
Here's one for you--one you might like, not by Keats or Whitman, but by Vince Suzadail, Jr.Quote:
Originally Posted by littlebittybobby
My Old Car
She wasn't worth much
But I loved her I did
Like nothing I loved before
She was rusty and dusty
She didn't smell good
And had a dent in her passenger door
I was only sixteen
Thought I was cool
Driving around feeling badder than bad
The greatest feeling on earth
To have your own wheels
Even though she belonged to my dad
There was a tear in the front seat
And the radio was broke
It took a while to start
With a manual choke
She had a manual transmission
And the headlights were weak
She had a miss in the engine
And a slight oil leak
But I held up my head and felt like a star
Driving around in that rusty old car.
Here's a silly song by me for a friend who was downsizing (sung to the tune of He Leadeth Me) This one isn't too highbrow either.
Get rid of it!
Get rid of it!
You really don’t need all this sh*t
What e’er you do
What e’er you be
With much less stuff
You are truly free
You’re truly free!
You’re truly free!
With far less crap
You'll live happily!
And once you’ve dumped
All that debris
Stand up and shout:
"Lord, my stuff ain’t me!”
okay---TYVM, Catherine. But yeah---here's a photo o' a car like my first car---only mine was missing the hubcaps. I didn't mind. (see photo) I was a fan o' the getto-cruisng Chevy 'Pallas. Yup.
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Yeah, the Chevy Impalas were nice. I used to drive my elderly great-aunt around in hers. It was yellow.
I like your silly song, catherine. Very cute!
My brother texted me from Iowa that he’s playing cards with someone I went to high school with. Then he texted me this picture. It is an egg I painted when I was in junior high. His card playing friend said I gave it to her when we were in junior high. I have no memory of giving it to her, but I recognize my work. She told my brother “I will never get rid of this egg!” She loves it that much.
This is very sweet, and it’s not like we were best friends and she’s keeping the egg as a friendship reminder.. She likes the egg for its artistic qualities.
And what’s really funny is this is not the first time my brother has run into someone in our small town who has an egg I painted and they still keep it, decades later. It’s funny what people will keep.
For several years as a kid, I was obsessed with painting eggs. I was fascinated with and drawn to their smooth, asymmetrical shape.
Signed Iris Lily, world renowned egg artist ��
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