Yippy Yappy Doggies

Each night when Jeff comes home, the doggies greet him with great enthusiasm. Here is a poem I wrote honoring the yippy yappy beasties. (With a generous nod to “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe.

Once upon a daytime cheery, while I cooked, well…in theory.

Over air came yippy yapping, a furious volume in such a pour,

While I applauded said yippy yapping, suddenly there came more yapping,

As Daddy smiling did appear to yippy yapping at our home’s red door.

“Tis Daddy home,” I uttered, “yapping doggies greeting him at our door-

only this, and nothing more.”

So succinctly they remember to daily greet our pack member,

When the closing day’s sun turns amber, casting last rays to adore.

Eagerly I rushed the door-o: vainly seeking sweet kiss before-o

From beneath us abundant fur-o – fur-o of doggies on the floor – 

Steal away dear’s radiant kiss to instead greet doggies on floor –

Happily for evermore.

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Look closely, can you spot three doggies behind all the yippy, yappy, yip-yap-yappys?

ARTitude + doggies = happiness

The Light of the Sun

By Ann Marie Newman

The shotgun blast of the screen door slapping shut

Announces to the bright, sunny world

The arrival of

ME!

Hah-Hah!

My eight year old legs

Leap off the top step in a single bound.

I soar through the air

Down,

Down,

Down.

My landing is muffled in the pillowy, green grass

Surrounding my grandma’s farmhouse.

Overcome by the delicious ecstasy of warm, crystal clear, sunlit air,

I twirl, leap, and dance upon my bare toes like the

Bolshoi ballerina I imagine myself to be in that very moment.

With one final spinning leap,

I land, fall, and roll

One, two, three times, finally stilling

Spread eagled on my back,

Cradled by the grass whose silken blades

Tickle my bare legs; their welcome, gentle.

Beneath the calming midday sun,

I rest beside Grandma’s flower garden,

Where my eyes are treated to a brilliant, polychromatic rainbow

Of lusty blooms swaying in the breeze.

There I bask,

In the in-betweeness

Of soothing, cool earth embracing me

From behind,

And warm, flower-scented air caressing me

From above.

My right hand reaches blindly into the grass.

Plucking free a few blades, I bring them to my mouth and chew.

Mmmmm…the grass is a savory blend of sweet and bitter.

It tastes GREEN, and green tastes like life.

In the safety of Grandma’s yard,

I dare to close my eyes against the brightness of the sun,

So brazenly exposed in the naked blue sky.

I inhale. I exhale.

My breath slows and deepens. I feel my heart

Began to beat in rhythm with the pulse of the earth.

My hearing intensifies, magnifying the cacophony

Of living beings vigorously celebrating the day with me.

Bees humming, crickets chirping, Grasshoppers fiddling,

Birds singing, trees waving their arms and rustling their leaves.

Their symphony flows deep into the

Very center of my being…

I am in complete harmony with the universe.

Here,

In Northern Minnesota, summers are far too brief.

Days such as these must be appreciated with purposeful intensity.

The sensation of the sun’s warmth upon my skin,

The vivid sight, the heavenly scent of flowers, blooming,

The sacred songs and sounds of life, living.

The sensual feel and taste of luscious green, green, green grass.

All must be absorbed into my every cells memory,

As I lay in communion with the light of the sun.

So that I may be sustained through the long, cold winter

That will surely arrive

All too soon.

Like the shotgun blast of a screen door, slapping shut.

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My cousin Mauri Torgerson (younger girl) and I standing in our Grandma Torgerson’s luscious flower garden while trying to ignore the busy bees about us.

I Remember…

I remember the Lake House best,
Not so much the Farm House that came first.
I saw the Lake House get built
The summer I was seven.

I watched Grandpa push a
Wheelbarrow full of wet cement
Across the soon to be
Walkout basement floor.

He accidentally lost control
The wheelbarrow rolled
Spilling a gloppy, glumpy
Pile of cement goo.

Oh he was so mad!
So mad at himself that he
Cried big boy tears.
Grandpa felt feelings like me.

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Me and Grandpa and a dog at the farm in Clearwater, Minnesota.

I was born two days after his 61st birthday. I always felt a close, emotional bond with my Grandpa Peterson.

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Reading the evening paper together. I still read the newspaper every day.

Grandpa was a “do-it-yourselfer” who liked working with his hands. Me too! He also felt feelings strongly. Me too! I try to channel those feelings into my creative endeavors in healthy ways – though, when things go topsy-turvy, you just might find me struggling with big girl tears. It’s all part and parcel of living my life with ARTitude.

April is Poetry Month, and so, so, so…

Doncha’ just know, know, know…

I’m reading a bit of poetry.

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I’m also giving it a go, go, go…

Doncha’ just know, know, know…

At writing a bit of poetry.

Here I go, go, go!

ARTitude Gratitude 

Written by Ann Marie Newman

With extreme gratitude

I hereby direct my attitude

Towards an enduring certitude

That keeping one’s days trued

To the celebration of magnitude

moments of ART-filled solicitude

Blesses life in plentitude

With energetic fortitude

Making each day ever renewed

always imbued

With ARTitude!

It’s my personal Proc-la-poem-a-tion! >snort<

ARTitude is EVERYTHING!

That Old Tattered Quilt…

wasn’t getting better with age. It was now 70 years old (probably more). Handmade by my mother-in-law’s aunt, it featured oh-so-patient hand stitching throughout, and had been well used as a bedspread years before it landed in my home, stored in a trunk. Numerous holes now marred it’s faded cloth where vintage cotton batting puffed out. I certainly couldn’t throw it out. Nope! This quilt had sentimental value. What to do?

Time to upcycle! This took a bit of bravery on my part, for it required the deconstruction of the quilt compliments of my favorite pair of scissors. It took me about a month to get my nerve up to make the first “snip-snip“. Yikes!!! Once I did that, there was no turning back. I made an assortment of items.

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I created several primitive style Easter Bunnies. These make nice keepsakes for our family to be enjoyed for many years to come at Easter time. I made to ghosties too, for Halloween. Next, hearts and tree ornaments for our Christmas trees, then valances to go over interior windows, and many, many “Dream” pins with added bits of vintage embroidery, lace, bric-brac, and buttons.  There was A LOT of quilt and I didn’t want to waste one bit of it.

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I made one final item. A pillow. It’s not done yet. I plan to appliqué a design on it…I’m still deciding on what that will be. When it’s finished, I’ll share the image. Right now, I’m taking a breather. That was one BIG a$$ quilt! LOL!!!

Stitching away with ARTitude. Of course!

México 1900–1950: exposición brillante, hermoso

Dallas Museum of Arts latest exhibit,

México 1900–1950: Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo, José Clemente Orozco, and the Avant-Garde is outstanding!

I enjoyed everything about it. First it’s HUGE! The vastness of gallery space used to showcase the art means you really need to set aside at least a few hours to see it all, read the educational and historical information provided along the way, and spend quality time watching the videos. I did not do that, so I’m planning return visits and bringing others with me to share the experience with. The DMA has excellent food providers inside and outside the museum, so do plan a nice snack or meal while there. You won’t be sorry. Fun time!

One thing I noticed was all the self portraits from the featured artists, Frida Kahlo wasn’t the only one producing marvelous portraits of herself.

I played around with the whole “selfie” thing in honor of their “selfie” portraits as seen in the following photos.

So much about Mexico’s cultural life from 1900-1950 is there in the richly diverse exhibit. There are the many massively gifted male and female artists, the indigenous peoples, the politics, wars & sufferings, the celebrations, the night life…even it’s cinematic arts. Most of all, throughout the entirety of all the artworks, there is the powerfully visual story of the strong, beautiful and dignified people of Mexico. That can never, no must never be overlooked!

I highly, highly recommend seeing Mexico 1900-1950 to everyone, even those folks who rarely if ever, go to art museums. Runs March 12, 2017 to July 16, 2017. $16 with discounts for seniors, students, and military. DMA Members and children 11 and under are free.

                  Another blissful day practicing ARTitude. Hooray and Amen!

March 12, 2017 to July 16, 2017

Conversation with Pierre Huyghe

With his thick French accent and his earnest effort to use English words correctly, Pierre Huyghe, the 2017 Nasher Prize Laureate was utterly charming, if unintelligible at times.  Still, all in all I did take notes, gain insight into his thought processes behind some of his work, and get inspired to think in new directions regarding my own creative work. Win! Win!

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His talk was at the famed Booker T. Washington High School in downtown Dallas. The talent that has come out of the arts school over the years is VERY impressive: Norah Jones, Erykah Badu, Edie Brickell to name just a few. The principal got up to make an announcement; he was the hippest looking principal I’ve ever seen! He looked under 40 and was dressed in urban cool dude duds! 

But, I digress. I arrived 30 minutes early. It was open seating and I like to sit up close to the speakers. I’m big on reading facial expression and body language when listening to speakers. Much communication is unspoken! I sat directly two rows behind Nancy Nasher (the benefactor of the Nasher Prize!) and her family and friends. Nancy Nasher’s parents were great art collectors and benefactors, and she has done superb job carrying on the tradition.

Here are a few quotes from Pierre Huyghe.

  • “Define your own condition of possibilities.”
  • “Look at the rules of the game and try to shift them.” The was in relation to an exhibition where he had a living, painted dog wondering around the art works.
  • “Seek tension and dilemma between free will and ecology. (I think he meant environment.) Everything is interdependent.”

Thus it has been another day of Practicing ARTitude and loving every minute!

Doilyumulus

I present “Doilyumulus”. My special cloud to dream under in my meditation spot. My mind is very active, so having a designated dream/meditation spot is such a blessing. You can see my unique decorating in full glory.  My hubby appreciates that I don’t decorate the whole house this way – LOL!

I’d like to add on to the doilyumulus over time. I ran out of good doilies and hoops. I hung it slightly off center, oops. Maybe it’s more natural that way ;-). I’d also like to paint the walls a very pale, soothing whitish blue at some point.

Catching up on projects…

Here are photos of projects that have been completed over the last couple of months.

First, I found this vintage shelf at the thrift store for $4.94. I decoupaged four different patterned sheets of wrapping paper on it using wallpaper paste. Then, I chalk painted over it in white. To give it a time worn appearance, I sanded it roughly to expose all the layers. Finally, a glaze was added to protect the surface. Oh, and I’d been carrying around an old glass doorknob for years. It now has a home under the bottom shelf.

Next, I had an old mirror. I have enough mirrors. Too many mirrors! So, I’ve been painting on mirrors and making them into chalkboards. I wanted to do something different. What if I just drew on one? I took sharpies and created a simple drawing titled, “Ideas in Bloom.” When I get tired of it, I can clean it off and make a new drawing!

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Finally, I had a bunch of old linens. Stained and tattered they were. What to do with those? I present “Zombie Love Monsters”. They each have individual names. I gave them buns with butt tattoos (my signature). FullSizeRender[5]

With the bits & pieces left over (I hate to waste anything!) I made DreamHeart Pins. Okay there’s one StoryHeart in there too. That was for a special friend.

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I am experimenting here using old tea bags. Yogi Tea has quotes on their papers as shown. The same technique used on the shelf above provided the surface for the tea bags. I want to improve on this. Each cup was painted differently. Experimentation folks!

I’m presently working on some new items…that will be posted as soon as they are complete. Phew! I’m caught up now.

Book Art

In the late summer of 2016, I was invited to submit a 3D artwork for a Dallas Friends of the Library fundraiser. Using an old Tom Sawyer book, I made this piece titled, The Adventure Begins. It’s my Tommy boy – LOL! It sold well before the event while on display at the library!  So, I was invited to submit another piece. Hurrah! I found my inspiration from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Meet the giant squid as he rises from the book pages. He sold too! Sweet Success. I plan to make more works like these. It’s fun, satisfies me creatively, and celebrates classic books. Win-win!!!

Expressing gratitude for art in it's many disciplines.