Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Beware - Artist at Work

My husband left on a four-day fishing trip with our youngest son. The artist in me begged to do something wild in his absence. Our fifty-five-year-old barn had never been painted nor stained, until last week. I always wanted a red barn. The local weatherman predicted one day without rain, so I bought four gallons of red stain and borrowed a tall ladder. I only stained two sides. I'm sure the neighbors don't object to the old weathered look they see.
I was thrilled with the results, but three days passed before husband noticed the barn and only then because he detected an unusual smell in the area—the scent of oil stain. 
His only concern, “How did you reach the peak?” 
Our neighbor who owned the ladder volunteered to stain the loft area. I dared not refuse his offer. He's much younger and more agile than I.

In due time, outside painted surfaces look shabby. Paint peels off in certain sections and years of dust collect on the siding. Spider nests hide in the corners and their drippings run down the wall. Fade happens.
What's an artist to do?
I indulge in lunch at a fabulous antique shop with a dozen best friends. A wooden door leans in the corner looking old and expensive. The price tag shouts $450, without hinges or a doorknob. The design displayed several colors and had the look of a first-grader learning brush strokes.
What's an artist to do? Find an alternative.
You have seen my spray paint art and understand I paint scenery on whatever I find outside: pump house walls, neighbor's barn windows, antique windows from a recycle shop.
That day I refused to resist another temptation to create. Now my back door is quite shabby, not chic.  But the real professionals call the style shabby chic. The redecorating effort didn't cost me a dime except twenty minutes of my time. 

Left-over paint always comes in handy for my projects. My husband approves of my latest project. He suggested I paint a long-stemmed rose in each panel. I haven't decided if I'll keep the new look or paint the door white again.
Help me, Corlyss! I need a lesson on painting roses.


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Wednesday, October 8, 2014

A Day Before Dawn to Remember

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power:
for thou hast created all things, 
and for thy pleasure they are and were created.”
Revelation 4:11 KJV

Today might be one of the most spectacular days yet. The eighth is the day after Erik's birthday and the day before Brian's birthday, but this day is super special. I've been waiting six months for this day because on April 15, I was too lazy to set my alarm. So tonight, with a pot of strong tea and a long to-do list, I'm ready to stay up for the lunar show. My husband went to bed and awaits the announcement of action. My cousin says, “Call me if you see red, not brown.”

God made two great lights, the sun and the moon—the larger one to govern the day, and the smaller one to govern the night . . . and God saw that it was good.” Genesis 1:16-18 NLT

He created the whole universe, good and perfect, for His pleasure. My Father God allows me to enjoy His breath-taking creations: Crater Lake, rainbows, the Grand Canyon, holding a red-headed sap sucker, a new-born baby. The list doesn't end. Today, before dawn, another event will be added to my list – a blood-red lunar eclipse. My anticipation is difficult to restrain. I'm trying to use patience. Reminds me of waiting for the folks to wake up on Christmas morning so we might open our presents.

The stars at night are big and bright . . .” The Orion constellation is visible tonight—no clouds. Plus a few falling stars.

I turned off our barn light. All the lights on the south side of the house are off and I pace back in forth in the dining room every ten minutes to peer out the window. Sure, I printed the official schedule, but scientists can be wrong sometimes, right?

I set the timer for 2:18 a.m., the beginning of the show. I'm down to less than an hour. I'm so excited! Four comfy dining chairs wait expectantly on the patio. Blankets are available if needed. The hot tub is disconnected. Who wants man-made noise during this special time? Our friends brought their telescope; I have my mink jacket for warmth, Barbara has her leather coat. I prepared fruit and muffins. The party is about to commence!

Look up into the heavens. Who created all the stars? He brings them out like an army, one after another, calling each by its name. Because of his great power and incomparable strength, not a single one is missing.” 
 Isaiah 40:26 NLT

 "The heavens proclaim the glory of God. 

The skies display his craftsmanship.
  Day after day they continue to speak;

 night after night they make him known.
  They speak without a sound or word;

 their voice is never heard.
  Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, 

and their words to all the world."
Psalm 19:1-4


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