Cool In Blue

I was listening to a slow jam the other night, and this musician came out of it.

Sketchbook

Gwen Stefani on the Key to Creativity and Success (Gwen, Part II)

Gwen on being the truest artist possible.  Focus on the love of your art and not on the money.  She continues to be such a rare, grateful, truly talented inspiration to me.  You've come a long way from that light, blue-haired girl wearing a bindi in the early '90's.  Oh, yes, girl, I remember. (-;

Room With A View In Blue

Room with a View in Blue

Watercolor, ink, crystals

Blue Bonnet

Experimenting tonight and ended up with something looking totally old school...as in the 19th century!  Not sure how it happened, but I don't try to question where my things begin or end...sometimes you don't want to be too inquisitive about mystery.

Oil, Enamel, Ink

Alone in The Blue

I want to be a morning person.  I really do.  But then I find myself up late and then later, a painting beginning to emerge.  And the night is midnight blue and a rain is falling softly, plopping drops into puddles outside my window.  My hand is pulled into movement and my mind is hypnotized by water, by quiet, by the sound of the brush, by a plaintive song playing.  That 5 o'clock rise is drifting further away...then again, I have this.

Alone in the Blue

Day 3 of 30 Blue Bottle March

Blue Bottle March

Shot from the bottom.

I was staring at this bottle when I decided to paint these fellows.

Blue Diamond Eyes (SOLD)

Here's a commissioned piece I did for my cool friend, Brandi (for her daughter), called "Blue Diamond Eyes."  It's based on a lyric from the Brett Eldredge song, "Beat of the Music" in which he sings: "I got hooked on a girl with blue diamond eyes down in Mexico." I don't listen to country music much, but I listened to this one over and over to get the feel. Hope you like it, too.

He's sending her hearts and she's sending him blue diamonds (eyes, not almonds).  Ah, ha, ha, ha! (-;
Is that quip falling flat?  Are you familiar with the brand "Blue Diamond Almonds?"  Eh, forget it. (-:

Blue-Diamond Eyes

Brett Eldredge, "Beat of the Music"

I Will Call Myself Madonna

I had this old drawing I had done about 6 years ago and thought I would give him a makeover. However, he somehow morphed into a young Madonna.  I said to the picture, what happened here?  What is the story behind this metamorphosis?  Cue music:  "...and here's what she said to me..."  No, not "que, sera, sera," but "Get into the groove..."  and then she reminisced about a life-altering event in the local discount store in Michigan long ago:

Fifteen-year-old Madonna Louise Ciccone stared at the blue wigs in her local Woolworth's store.  She was supposed to be there to get her new school supplies for her sophomore year, but she had other thoughts in her mind such as, what was she to wear for her upcoming school yearbook pictures?  Should she dare don that bright yellow tube top staring at her from the clothing section?  It most definitely accented her newly-developed curves so it was definitely a contender.  That idea, however, was thrown out the proverbial window when she donned one of those blue wigs.  She looked at herself in the small, circular metal mirror on the shelf and was entranced--why, even Narcissus would have been jealous!  A feeling of what she should do in her future washed over her:  I will become famous world-wide, a controversial superstar, provocatively sexual, and unerringly magnetic.  And then, the bubbling fervor of self-knowledge flew forth aloud from her lips, right there in the cluttered five-and-dime store aisle she said for all to hear: 

"I will call myself...Madonna." 

The original from years ago:

"Get into the Groove"

Day 270. Oh No, Daddy-O! She Knew Her Physics.

Oh no, Daddy-O!  No one was going to win this blue-raspberry Bubblelicious-blowing contest, except Wilhelmina Wonderwild.  She had been practicing her bubble-blowing technique for the past year.  Why, she had even gotten her hair cut with über-back layers in an effort to maximize her potential blowing energy by giving greater mass to the back of her head.

Oh, yes, indeedy!  She wasn't just another pretty face!  She knew her physics (not to mention the fact that she had raced pinewood derby cars).

She was ready.  Let the bubble blowing begin.