Eclectic Collage Frame

Primroses and a Milk Can

The Primrose is a delicate flower which often grows wild in the shady woods. They grow close to the ground as a a dainty spray. It is rare to find them in England as they are often plucked up. In fact, there is a law that prohibits the picking of primroses in this country. It kind of makes me sad how these beauties have been abused. Makes me think of how we sometimes can trample on and take advantage of even the beauty God has placed within human beings.

Delicate rose you thrive in your prime
However some treat you as you are not worth a dime.
You spread your beauty in the shade of the heat.
Yet others trample and employ your notable feat.


These cans were used to store milk up until the mid 1930's. Then glass milk bottles were used for storing milk. It is amazing the changes I have seen over time. I was not born until 1964. However, I remember the milk man bring bottles of milk and setting them on the steps of our carport. Now, you just go to the store and buy them in plastic jugs or cardboard cartons!

After the Wind

This sketch goes with the last one. Look at the position of the rose. What do you see in her after she has gone through some intense gusts? And what do you think the dove represents?

Wind Tossed Beauty

To be honest, I really have not felt like sketching lately...just have not been motivated. The winds of life have picked up and I have felt tossed around a bit. However, I sat down and did this one tonight and it felt great...I guess my heart can relate to the circumstance of the rose.

Solitude

I love solitude even though it is rare in my home.
Maybe that is why I appreciate stillness.
I also love the coast.
So I am relating to this peaceful pelican
who is very still, very content.
Resting in his little hiding place
Amongst the salty ocean fragrance
Unseen behind the marshy screen
Of the coastal gardens.
Solitude!
Solitude!
I am calling for you!

Girlie Stuff

I started out sketching the little girl with folded hands but this is how it turned out. It is funny how sometimes your hand takes you in a different direction.It is kind of like a hidden gift waiting to be revealed. One of my words was cut off on the scanner. However, it says,

Ruffles and Ribbons,
Presents and Purse,
Sashes and Satin,
I love Girlie Stuff!

I Will Be Back!

I just wanted to apologize to those of you who keep checking here to find a new sketch Honestly I have had a good bit of morning sickness and just have not spent any free time doing anything but sleeping. However, I am beginning to feel much better and hope to start back sketching soon. Please keep checking back. I appreciate your encouragement and for viewing my sketches.

Ange

Lakeside

The photo above was taken of my parent's deck at Lake Greenwood, S.C. They live right on the lake. And from this beautiful deck is a glorious view of the water.

This sketch was difficult so I know a lot of the proportions are off. However, I thought I would give it a shot. I love sitting in the swing and looking at the lake. I cannot wait to go there and sit in that swing again one day.

Hospitality

When I think of hospitality, I think of my mother. She worked very hard when my brother and I were growing up to make our home a place of comfort. She had a way of making our home feel cozy. It was not in the fancy things, but in the simple things she did. She still carries that gift today and shares it with others.

Pouring into the lives of our loved ones is the best form of hospitality. Hospitality comes from the word hospice which means hospital. It is a practice of inviting the weak and hurting into a haven where they can find peace and rest. I was blessed to be raised in that kind of home. Happy Mother's Day Momma!

Here is another quick sketch I did last night. I am trying to experiment with a lot of different things just to see if "I can do it". I am so new to all of this but hope to keep practicing whenever I have snippets of extra time.

Through Your Eyes

I AM A CHILD ONCE AGAIN. AND THE WORLD IS SIMPLE.... THROUGH YOUR EYES.



RUNNING FREELY FINDING SIMPLE PLACES. DISCOVERING LIFE'S TREASURES.... THROUGH YOUR EYES.



STOPPING TO NOTICE THINGS MOST WOULD NOT BOTHER WITH. THERE IS DELIGHT THROUGH YOUR EYES.



ONCE AGAIN I AM REMINDED LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.... THROUGH YOUR EYES.


MAY I NEVER FORGET TO LOOK THROUGH YOUR EYES. FOR HOPE LIVES THROUGH THEM. STRENGTH IS FOUND IN THEM. AND LOVE IS CAPTURED.....THROUGH YOUR EYES.

Gratitude

Father,
My heart cannot contain all of the gratitude
I have for You.
Thank you for all You went through.
Thank you for all you endured.
Your pain is unfathomable.
Your grief deeper than I can imagine.
How can anyone love like that?
How?
My mind cannot hold this thought.
But I want to tell You
That I am so glad You gave Yourself
In the most extravagant way anyone could give.
Incredible You are
Oh King Of glory.
Incredible You are!

Your Daughter.

Simple Then

I have been thinking so much lately about the things I loved when I was a little girl even up into adulthood. Things were simple then. If we could learn to recapture the treasures that were simple then, life would be much more fulfilling and free. I did these new sketches on larger paper so I had to photograph them. They do not show up as well. They are too big for the scanner. I am thinking of making a series of four with these to frame in black frames and hang in a group.
I loved to rock as a little girl. My mother rocked me a lot when I was a baby. I loved to rock as a teenager and still love to rock my little ones.

Cornered with Care!

This Corner Cupboard has been in my family for many years. It is over 100 years old. When my grandmother passed away, my parents had it refinished. However the natural beauty was preserved. Under the shelving are burn marks from when candles were set inside of the cupboard in the evenings.
Now here is my little sketch of the cupboard. I enjoyed the challenge and think my grandmomma and granddaddy would smile if they could see it!

Fresh Lemons Anyone?

I did this little sketch of lemons as I was cooking dinner. Here in AZ the citrus trees have been swollen with beautiful oranges, limes and lemons. Our neighbor brought us fresh lemons from their tree a few weeks ago. We used them to make yummy lemon chicken.

A Sketch a Day

A sketch a day keeps the blues away.
Keeps stress at bay.
Makes me want to play.
A sketch a day keeps life simple and free.
Keeps my heart soft.
My eyes open to see.
The simplest things in life.
Are the greatest treasures to hold.
The sweetest messages told.
Keeps me young as I grow old.
A sketch a day is like a soothing embrace.
Like soft flowing lace.
Like gentle waves of grace.

(The sketch above is a bed of cone flowers which mainly grow in the mid to eastern areas of the country. The Native Americans used these as medicine for various maladies including the common cold.

These blossoms are in the same family as the daisy and black-eyed Susan. I love them because they represent healing. Each day presents opportunities for wounding or healing. I personally find healing in the beauty God created.

I almost gave up on this sketch. It was a challenge as I have such "raw sketching tools" Also I am just a beginner. I did this one with a regular #2 pencil and eraser. However, I did use a #6B sketch pencil for a bit of shading. It is a challenge for me to use the various pencils as I want my sketches to appear soft and soothing, not harsh and hard.)

Do Not Grow Weary

The Bell Rings and the announcement is made.

Do not grow weary....do not lose heart in doing good, for in due time you will reap if you do not grow weary and tired. Galatians 6:9

Harvesting grapes requires a lot of tenuous care by the gardener. As we are care takers of our own gardens...our homes, spouses, children, and extended family and friends, we may often become weary. And that is okay. However, we must not stay weary. Weariness will shut us down and hinder us from living an abundant and fruitful life. When fatigue sets in, we must take time to stop, rest, and fill ourselves up with the only water that will sustain us....the Living Water!

Learning to encourage ourselves in the Lord is necessary in times of the unknown and in times of stress. We must think on His goodness, His promises, His faithfulness, His power and most of all His love.

These are some of the things that inspire me........
Inspire me to draw and to write, and to say a prayer of thanksgiving to the Maker of all.
The sky is so blue today. And the air is fresh and crisp. A soft wind is beckoning to me, "Stay outside! Stay outside!" Oh but I have much to do inside!
Oh well, I will be back out in a while. Okay friendly breeze?

(Check out more photos from our backyard. Click on A Heart at Home to the right)

Trumpet Jewels

The daffodil is one of the first blooms that appear at the beginning of Spring. They are forerunners announcing a new season of new beginnings. If you look into the center of each bloom you will see the trumpet stand out and you can almost hear them proclaim. "Behold, old things have passed away! Behold all things are new!"

I saw these in my heart's garden and I picked them for you. These are for faithful friends and family who never withhold a kind word. Thank you for always trumpeting encouragement into my life! You know who you are! I love you!

Make your declaration
Little trumpet jewel.
Winter had you hidden
Its treatment seemed so cruel.
Now here you are again
You arise with songs so clear.
To proclaim a new beginning
Each time that you appear!

Peek In!

I was a little hesitant to post this sketch/collage. I sketched the entire thing and then added color with collage to some of it. Was not sure if anyone would be able to tell what it is. Can you tell? Let me know!!Would love to see if anyone sees it!