My word for next year is 'reckoning'  2. : a settling of accounts reckoning>.  .  I think that there will be a reckoning on many levels in my small sphere. Needs to happen and even though painful on some accounts, it is a necessary thing.

"Farewell" acrylic on canvas

"In this house" acrylic and mixed media on canvas

Wise men still seek him

december views

Since everyone is posting their neat and tidy studios, here's mine. Right now.

Close up of "Encroachment" going to the Virginia Museum of Contemporary Art in Jan. for the "New Waves" exhibit.

New mixed media work on canvas "In this house"

december views

I have 2 million things to do. But I did this instead. Good to get back to the spinning wheel.

My daughter is an artist too.

Very unfussed about the whole holiday thing. Sleeping in the sun. There you go.

december views

december views

Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.

Abraham Lincoln

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

H. Jackson Brown Jr.

                                                       No snow yet....... 

December Views

  Monday Monday

'Glory to God in the highest
And on earth peace good will toward men'

Born unto a virgin was God's only begotten Son
Emmanuel (God with us) is the title of The One
Mary's father was of Judah, the linage of a king
Mary's mother was a Levite, from Aaron's priestly string
The world beheld a brilliant star a shining in the east
The sign of Christ, The King of Kings, Lord of Lords, and High Priest

'Glory to God in the highest
And on earth peace good will toward men'

December Views

Stitching, painting and napping. 

december views

The quietude of the night. The leafless tree. The chill wind. The advent of the season.

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December Views

December Views 2012

December Views

Going somewhat quiet and introspective this December. A little reading to start with.

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Working more on the Lazarus Series.

Mixing the media.

Lazarus and his two sisters, Mary and Martha, were friends of Jesus. When Lazarus fell ill, his sisters sent a message to Jesus, "Lord, the one you love is sick." When Jesus heard the news, he waited two more days before going to Lazarus' hometown of Bethany. Jesus knew that he would do a great miracle for God's glory and, therefore, he was not in a hurry.

When Jesus arrived in Bethany, Lazarus had already been dead and in the tomb for four days. When Martha discovered that Jesus was on his way, she went out to meet him. "Lord," she said, "if you had been here, my brother would not have died."

Jesus told Martha, "Your brother will rise again." But Martha thought he was talking about the final resurrection of the dead.

Then Jesus said these important words: "I am theresurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die."

Thankful for MUSIC!!

Thankful Novemeber begins

A month of speaking and writing thankfulness. Today I'm thankful for my Lord. With Him all things are possible.

                                                        Tempest                                                           Acrylic on canvas


The LORD Almighty will come with thunder and earthquake and great noise, with windstorm and tempest and flames of a devouring fire. Isaiah 29:6

Sorting new work

Sorting through some pictures. Here is batch of work from last year. Really enjoyed combining the paint, ink and fiber together.

LazarusII

LazarusII, a photo by Lorie McCown on Flickr.

Accepted into CIVA's "Touch, Heal, Anoint" traveling exhibit.

some monday beauty..

Summer passes

The end of a long, long summer for me. So many things that I would like to say farewell to. I can only hope the fall brings peace and grace. I'm hanging on. Putting my fire dress on and hanging on. Art heals. Books heal. God keeps his promises.

I can not control the choices others make, even my family members. I can only pray, and go on... in a blue moon, and the end of the summer of trials.

If I can perfect my faith
Thy Grace is sure to come.
The more I give to Thee
The more I absorb Thy Balm
That heals my bosom’s pangs.
Without Thy Love supreme,
Nothingness all I am?
A dark and barren dream.

- Sri Chinmoy

Summer sighs

A long summer is winding to a close. New work. Deadlines. The leaves will soon come off the trees.

Life on the river..

Moon over the hill tops..

High summer

Some work being produced in the studio. Snail's pace, but coming along..

'grace'  30x40"  acrylic and mixed media on canvas

'pod'  acrylic and mixed media on canvas 20x40"  

'afloat'  acrylic and oil on canvas 18x24"

The dog days of summer are here. Luckily, Fall is around the corner..

We will enjoy the summer while we can, find some shade and sip some iced tea, watch the bees buzz along..

July