It's finally finished! I have been working on this painting for about a month and a half, off and on. It is to hang in the Community Outreach building at our church. We have a food bank there and feed from 60 to 100 families there each week. The building is kind of blank, so they asked me if I would paint a mural. They have been known to redecorate frequently at the church, so I decided that if I painted it on canvas, it could easily be removed when someone decides to do something different. The size is 6'x6' and this photo was taken from the landing at the top of our stairs. I'm noticing that the lettering is slightly crooked. I have a hard time being consistent when I'm doing lettering. I also think that the holes were probably in
Yahshua's wrists rather than his hands, but that is the traditional view so for art's sake that is the way I painted them, even though I tend to not be very traditional. The fan is blowing on it because the paint was not quite dry and I am impatient (I need a little work on that character trait.) I plan to take it into town today and deliver it.
It's kind of ironic that the quote is about bread. A lot of our food that we give away is from the local grocery stores and they always seem to have a lot of bread that is ready to go out of date that they give us. Usually, when I help out, my post is at the bread table and I always have to persuade the people that they need 4 or 5 loaves, just to try to get rid of it all. A majority of them are coming to the service that we have before the food bank doors open so they are getting fed the Word also.
This is my "baby" whom I have always said was born knowing how to drive. The bottom photo is from when he got to drive at Talladega and went 173 miles an hour. It is a dream of his to get to drive Nascar. Does anyone out there have any Nascar connections? I guess, from a mom's viewpoint, there are scarier things he could be doing.
This is my husband's creative endeavor. Super HOT dill pickles. I am just the assistant and he composes the jars and amounts of ingredients. Every year he says, "I don't know how much longer I'm going to do this" but he loves the kudos and keeps making them. This is probably the last batch for this summer and will give us a total of 23 quarts. I love the smell of the house for a couple of days after we make them...vinegar, garlic, and dill. I think maybe I'll do a painting of them sometime. This is a photo with the Photoshop dry brush filter and kind of gives me a feeling of what I'd want the painting to look like. Also, I would like to come up with a name and label for them. Something like "Fire and Dill." Any ideas?
Not much going on art wise these days. Everyone is keeping me too busy. I seem to be at the mercy of everyone else's agenda. That's okay, it's nice to be needed. I just thought I'd post a picture of one of the wildflowers from our field. This is a purple passionflower and it is Tennessee's state wildflower. The vines grow wild all over our farm. They make a fruit that we call a Maypop and my boys used to have Maypop battles with their friends. Oh what strange things you do to entertain yourself in the country. The flowers are very fragile when picked, but I got a good scan of this one before it wilted.