This is REALLY old! I came across it recently and decided I’d share.
On a whim I decided I’d take a cake decorating class. It was a lot of fun. I had a great time decorating special cakes for my kids. This is one of those cakes I did for my daughter. I designed it to match the napkins and plates my wife had bought. Unfortunately, the word spread that I could decorate cakes and every cousin’s best friend who was having whatever kind of shower wanted me to decorate their cake for them. I retired.
The good folks at the Lake Highlands Advocate honored me with a nice feature article in their magazine.
Yep, that’s my “studio.” Drawings and paintings on the wall; the rug my grandmother made for me in the 1960s. The photographer, Danny Fulgencio, set up a very good photo, but, no, I would never actually draw under such bizarre light and shadow conditions.
Addendum to the last post: three versions of the same boutonniere. The top is a photograph of the real boutonniere. It is sitting in an unseen vase on a black granite countertop but all you can see is the flower.
In the middle is a color pencil drawing done on black mat board. Although yellows, oranges and reds were used, the black surface changed the appearance of the colors.
On the bottom is a Photoshop® rendering using the “glowing edges” filter.
This post is a dramatic withdrawal from my usual artwork and cartoons. July 7 is my wife’s birthday. She died very suddenly and unexpectedly just over three years ago. As a way to express my grief I wrote a song. I am not a songwriter or singer but this is the only way I could express these deep feelings of despair that linger with me still. My family and most of my friends have already heard this. I am now ready to share it with you all.
Click this link to hear the song: Everyday I Think Of You
After I posted a handful of T-Shirts a few weeks back I had a couple of people mention certain shirts that were not included. First, most of the designs I’ve done are long gone. Secondly, these were the only ones I could find when rummaging around in my closets. But I decided to dig a little deeper and I came up with four more.
OK, I’m through looking now.
Over the years different groups have asked me to design t-shirts for them. I don’t have a lot of the designs but I did manage to dig a few old shirts out of the closet.
I’m trying to decide which pieces of art to make prints of to donate to a church fundraiser. You can help me. Over on the right, listed under Gallery, click on “paintings,” peruse the art and select your favorites, maybe 3 or 4 of them.
Then, do the same for your favorite “drawings.”
And again for your favorite “cartoons.”
You can let me know your choices by clicking on “comments” below or going to “contact” and sending an email.
Thanks for taking the time! I’ll post the results later. Oh, please hurry! The deadline for getting the prints done is coming up fast. Thanks again.
A friend of mine recently mused that it might be fun to go back in time and “hang” with her parents when they were young. It reminded me of a little ditty I had done and I promised her I’d post it.
As we grow older, so do our parents. Interesting how that works. Looking at old photos of our parents as young adults can be intriguing. But, of course, the fashions and styles are from another era. I had wondered what my young twenty-something Mom would look like with a more modern hairstyle. So, I replaced Uma Thurman’s face with my Mom’s from a photo taken in the late 1920s or early 1930s.
I think she’s beautiful.
My precious wife of more than 40 years passed away suddenly and unexpectedly Monday, May 12, 2008 in Encinitas, California. God truly blessed me, my family and my friends with the time he shared her with us and we rest assured that she is now in the arms of Christ.
Born July 7, 1946 in Dallas, Beverly graduated from Samuell High School in 1964 and attended Texas Tech University. She worked for the Dermatological Center of Dallas, was loved by many of the patients and was “Mom” to many of her co-workers.
Beverly was an active member of Central Lutheran Church, served on the Church Council, the Altar Guild and in countless other acts of selfless volunteer work. She was currently a member of the choir.
Beverly was an accomplished seamstress and sewed many fantastic outfits for her children, but she refused to make her son a muscle shirt. Beverly canned the best hot dill pickles. She somehow knew the price of every object in every store in the world and always knew how to find the best deals. She had a coupon for everything.
We had joined our daughter’s family in San Diego for vacation on Saturday, May 10. My wife enjoyed a fantastic Mother’s Day with her grandchildren, visiting Balboa Park, walking on the beach and having a special supper cooked for her. Early Monday morning she suffered an apparent aneurysm and passed away later that afternoon. She was in excellent health and was able to donate several organs to other families in need.
It was obvious from the beginning that we were meant for each other. Not only was she already a Jones who then married a Jones but Beverly’s parents and my parents were married on the exact same day, July 3, 1939. Her mother and my father were both born in Madill, Oklahoma.
She lives on in the lives of her two children and four grandchildren.