tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11140291982676181522024-03-05T03:33:42.469-08:00Marisa Artmarisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-63268855889828585642011-04-04T01:42:00.001-07:002012-01-03T21:06:14.175-08:00Musical Instruments<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yV_ED_bjg2PBbaQuOJaBRcTAqmgdrPYsPeCFtK4ec8Z48DIbMhmABq42Xbl-619V5NIrN28c9rNT9Lc_o1Y_fYF0Kt1XqcnINaVHsVohwNirb7OIh0eZgpNeNjfMbvM4jI-kJ3hTPjg/s1600/music+instruments+2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591646471708673986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_yV_ED_bjg2PBbaQuOJaBRcTAqmgdrPYsPeCFtK4ec8Z48DIbMhmABq42Xbl-619V5NIrN28c9rNT9Lc_o1Y_fYF0Kt1XqcnINaVHsVohwNirb7OIh0eZgpNeNjfMbvM4jI-kJ3hTPjg/s400/music+instruments+2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 384px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-81520130657368067262011-03-22T23:41:00.000-07:002011-03-22T23:44:10.821-07:00Impasto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XshKzRS7k3z5Lfv4uDJMbcFe1N6mN-OIcyLW8JXNTur504bki4BFPDM6goOZ0LvKT2iXpYZSA3xw0sYi9hxJJ4grdw8mGqmeh_4s8Y34G6yiiKlvNTNLq-_kPhX6GvqVIN-HnQoZUqQ/s1600/digital-class-impasto.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XshKzRS7k3z5Lfv4uDJMbcFe1N6mN-OIcyLW8JXNTur504bki4BFPDM6goOZ0LvKT2iXpYZSA3xw0sYi9hxJJ4grdw8mGqmeh_4s8Y34G6yiiKlvNTNLq-_kPhX6GvqVIN-HnQoZUqQ/s400/digital-class-impasto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587162503558051874" border="0" /></a>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-85834238803695283292011-03-22T23:37:00.002-07:002011-03-22T23:38:37.045-07:00Flat Graphic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFYx3O21u_yuYD28gS9-YvxKPqdjlPCM7mwRT5OQPkD1HwkqKboquwAofuIhgubQOlTPABmAaF2NRRTXwKaeGTncZQ9LhszQoOY5Oi340q6i6Vxlq-_LGJIsD_RelMbwtyvX_Uwwj394/s1600/digital-class-erika.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFYx3O21u_yuYD28gS9-YvxKPqdjlPCM7mwRT5OQPkD1HwkqKboquwAofuIhgubQOlTPABmAaF2NRRTXwKaeGTncZQ9LhszQoOY5Oi340q6i6Vxlq-_LGJIsD_RelMbwtyvX_Uwwj394/s400/digital-class-erika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587160983860522290" border="0" /></a>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-57654689681929121382011-03-22T23:37:00.001-07:002011-03-22T23:37:45.272-07:00Construction Drawing II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhxASB-AjBMCsL8gfyeLjQ6h_aqDBJESnQujLxzDZ65lRbPahCIpLi3EupUwhP3nckXDEFnQFqHxzNcEjK48aXmK3Y_KH8QvR6QnDbhl4I7bfLhvXw_VEuAufGBx-IJJjPVdbwYYTncs/s1600/lollipop+print.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhxASB-AjBMCsL8gfyeLjQ6h_aqDBJESnQujLxzDZ65lRbPahCIpLi3EupUwhP3nckXDEFnQFqHxzNcEjK48aXmK3Y_KH8QvR6QnDbhl4I7bfLhvXw_VEuAufGBx-IJJjPVdbwYYTncs/s400/lollipop+print.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587160811801780002" border="0" /></a>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-72576298979783081012011-03-22T23:36:00.001-07:002011-03-22T23:36:57.196-07:00Lithograph Figure<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYH459XtUyKJbRuvml3ZFxRvLQ9dmBWqbar-uBG63T3ARfxKBfaJdKGnKAHc8dEDNYEoQfBH8J41nmLPTnMU1NKQWNrSBTuDbQT_MbAwo0wEHVcMA3j_TkNFTYam3w_J8aEC0o39RexBA/s1600/digital-class-figure.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYH459XtUyKJbRuvml3ZFxRvLQ9dmBWqbar-uBG63T3ARfxKBfaJdKGnKAHc8dEDNYEoQfBH8J41nmLPTnMU1NKQWNrSBTuDbQT_MbAwo0wEHVcMA3j_TkNFTYam3w_J8aEC0o39RexBA/s400/digital-class-figure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587160599567243090" border="0" /></a>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-45584751533197921662011-02-01T11:13:00.000-08:002011-02-01T11:15:53.842-08:00Silk Screen Experiment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHaPzaOERbN_lfxhSJM976kriBtdzBliT4AibzFCwE78_nvrXX1jIBp62Ijnr1DnVC7n2qZT5a9vsNgPzauzT0kL5lJNeGgV-fwGaoifdfNBLri7G470T8qn09aUWM0QdF_1cIcl_l2OA/s1600/Natalie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHaPzaOERbN_lfxhSJM976kriBtdzBliT4AibzFCwE78_nvrXX1jIBp62Ijnr1DnVC7n2qZT5a9vsNgPzauzT0kL5lJNeGgV-fwGaoifdfNBLri7G470T8qn09aUWM0QdF_1cIcl_l2OA/s400/Natalie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568801639470412018" border="0" /></a>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-11819399757473435212010-11-11T11:36:00.000-08:002011-10-12T00:15:25.840-07:00American Standard<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnx580rLKOVU6EzsasF2hWnB27Mkquh3s7iufsD5Y2Hu65IxoC0XYpqH9EAT5HXphpSKoUa_meJQlIz32lXNKUm8PcsR3wkYM9lhaKQp_kZr3rwKHPwG1c5wfBkMhbKdjCZdW5CFiU_4s/s1600/American+Standard.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnx580rLKOVU6EzsasF2hWnB27Mkquh3s7iufsD5Y2Hu65IxoC0XYpqH9EAT5HXphpSKoUa_meJQlIz32lXNKUm8PcsR3wkYM9lhaKQp_kZr3rwKHPwG1c5wfBkMhbKdjCZdW5CFiU_4s/s400/American+Standard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538378661947324882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gouache on Illustration Board<br />8 x 10<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">This was my first experience with Gouache. It's been a love/hate relationship. I spent days in agony trying to get just any painting done. I lost track of how many pictures I tried to paint. The painting was due 8 am Monday morning. At midnight on Sunday I had a little "sit down" with those little gouache tubes of paint and said I'd give them one more try. I turned on a movie and got to work. When I woke up Monday morning, I was sitting on the floor with my painting and the sound of TV fuzz in my ears. I don't remember painting half of this, but I was glad it was done and it turned out far better than I had ever hoped for. </span>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-48343938394258127782010-11-11T11:25:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:35:45.670-08:00Almost<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRyXEVlqewKQ8Tj6rL-dnunPxrPNeHNjyEZS1WY6-otxOktEWgvJgsui69WWl4UsJ9SIIirGyOF_X_f4uQKY41Q1qb1O73jAfK8WeAqpdoNCsPW33wjxol3ZAnHqk1ST_4JiC5e09Dvk/s1600/Almost.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRyXEVlqewKQ8Tj6rL-dnunPxrPNeHNjyEZS1WY6-otxOktEWgvJgsui69WWl4UsJ9SIIirGyOF_X_f4uQKY41Q1qb1O73jAfK8WeAqpdoNCsPW33wjxol3ZAnHqk1ST_4JiC5e09Dvk/s400/Almost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538376035416985698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Oil on Masonite Board<br />8 x 10<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yes, I almost threw this out in frustration. I almost gave it away in disgust. I almost sold this. It's really a painting of the bridge at the Civil War's Antietam Battlefield. I was learning a new technique with this painting that wasn't liking me very much. I almost threw it out and then my roommate said she'd take it. Then a guy from school almost bought it. So...this is my "almost" painting. Now that the frustration of the work is over, I really do enjoy and appreciate the layers in the painting and how they compliment one another. There is a gloss over the entire painting which has made it difficult to scan. It looks better in real life.</span>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-38991984745783022332010-11-11T11:18:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:25:19.653-08:00Beauty<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4B9PLWFk43YZDJbeGfP7-MhfE2cU9PPhzcSOgBnLS6GVapI-o7mL2NptZMwbpFzGSGhpE7xskzNxkXm7FdXi6wqT7EMuKh-PkBSJxmmXD64eHwBc1vRHM4HQYlz3VObtrlcxQ55TE5Tg/s1600/Beauty.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4B9PLWFk43YZDJbeGfP7-MhfE2cU9PPhzcSOgBnLS6GVapI-o7mL2NptZMwbpFzGSGhpE7xskzNxkXm7FdXi6wqT7EMuKh-PkBSJxmmXD64eHwBc1vRHM4HQYlz3VObtrlcxQ55TE5Tg/s400/Beauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538374087889950946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Acrylic on Masonite Board<br />8 X 10<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't know why I named this one Beauty. Really, I should have named it "freaked out" or something because when I took the photo with my camera the Peacock fluttered out it's wings and scared me half to death! It took all I had to keep myself from falling over! But I was awe-struck by the beauty of the vibrant orange wings underneath the more commonly known blue and green feathers. I had no idea what beauty lay underneath such an already beautiful creature.</span>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-77768202660525246352010-11-11T10:58:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:17:50.239-08:00Out of Darkness<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyv7tqgH2Iaj8Kf2G-ITIK2M_Eey0HmfHgXgbFKddGEdRc5-2hzvhyfI2Opoh0xzZxGs2bgyQyi0LFtsaUfjVVg1Y69J6zKCYP2DVAZ5l4eh9H8t_r4oxuW7Kwo9WBrymsnQOgwX19XS0/s1600/Out+of+Darkness.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyv7tqgH2Iaj8Kf2G-ITIK2M_Eey0HmfHgXgbFKddGEdRc5-2hzvhyfI2Opoh0xzZxGs2bgyQyi0LFtsaUfjVVg1Y69J6zKCYP2DVAZ5l4eh9H8t_r4oxuW7Kwo9WBrymsnQOgwX19XS0/s400/Out+of+Darkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538368892483386194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Gouache and Indian Ink on Illustration Board</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">6x4</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />This was a practice painting for "Life's Road". The two paintings were very different from each other. I can't say I like one over the other. There are things that I would like to take from both to create a new piece. But then I'd have to come up with another name for it. Maybe someday I will try again to combine the strengths from both pieces.</span><br /></div>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-13630698668824666552010-11-10T22:30:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:46:08.216-08:00Life's Road<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZ9s-QuTYUJfby-XzmRYPi9HAwKndFMZZWyqzb71KF6KLiADVMNUdD6BdHXCqv2D6aguEBL4nCE0LR2QROMRftYHk7Ytph6m5XfRxZAb0Pq-BdRB0ARPe9HCeOHMvOs4U5WGA-gSqpwo/s1600/Life%2527s+Road.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZ9s-QuTYUJfby-XzmRYPi9HAwKndFMZZWyqzb71KF6KLiADVMNUdD6BdHXCqv2D6aguEBL4nCE0LR2QROMRftYHk7Ytph6m5XfRxZAb0Pq-BdRB0ARPe9HCeOHMvOs4U5WGA-gSqpwo/s400/Life%2527s+Road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538176560373895282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gouache with Indian Ink on Illustration Board<br />8 x 10<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">There are so many challenges in life. I took a photo of a road like this during one of those challenging times in my life. What got me through was the hope of better days. You can't recognize and appreciate the good things in life without going through the hard times. We are constantly walking through the shadows and sunlit fields over and over again. But the most important thing is that we keep walking.</span>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-50568438445849341762010-11-10T22:22:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:46:53.194-08:00Fruity Loops<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdw8rq_0e2M1_l2DpO6BrxKCcBC0m-WqoI_iTLVTJatJRDRE8gZlsv_DGbe2G__sHHcD-b5rqtqVsKSSJCWVl6zh6hncMgh6N7hqdRJtcKfxQ4oEqog-XmZW41N7RfgF3uRWYPrnFYMVA/s1600/Fruity+Loops.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdw8rq_0e2M1_l2DpO6BrxKCcBC0m-WqoI_iTLVTJatJRDRE8gZlsv_DGbe2G__sHHcD-b5rqtqVsKSSJCWVl6zh6hncMgh6N7hqdRJtcKfxQ4oEqog-XmZW41N7RfgF3uRWYPrnFYMVA/s400/Fruity+Loops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538174711017463986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Gouache on Illustration Board<br />8 x 10<br /><br /></span></span></div>I like to call this one Fruity Loops. When I was back East, I was amazed at all the beautiful fall colors. Growing up in Southern California, I never experienced true seasons. Looking up at the rolling hills of West Virginia reminded me of a never-ending bowl of Fruit Loops. As Winter approached, it was more like soggy Fruit Loops.marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-9734423318761327682010-11-10T21:48:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:47:35.391-08:00Pookie<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyKbY1YGbpBBpqhyrcm4Rl0AqbY1JoaOu7f8izVADEaNtMZdUFABXc8XDqDXBSi9QRJCu9AJQdIvPOfMnHi0T6K2i6fAXnNxTZ7PDd1jGRb90RKJr2IubzfYdLqM2YHaW_gQmB_ecd8yU/s1600/Pookie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyKbY1YGbpBBpqhyrcm4Rl0AqbY1JoaOu7f8izVADEaNtMZdUFABXc8XDqDXBSi9QRJCu9AJQdIvPOfMnHi0T6K2i6fAXnNxTZ7PDd1jGRb90RKJr2IubzfYdLqM2YHaW_gQmB_ecd8yU/s400/Pookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538167293700496162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Acrylic on Masonite Board<br />8 x 10<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is my wonderful niece we call Pookie. Her real name is Megan. I love her for her spunk and innocence and most of all her happiness. Here I caught her playing the piano and singing. Pookie has the rare talent to be able to find joy in the simple things of life. She was always, and still is, happy. I hope to one day be like her.</span>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-20166179913324400272010-11-10T20:29:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:48:11.359-08:00Yearning<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYo8KAtZdb_TNHNAQUzyZHFyjFW17WrkSiCk15lmxWmv_ZpjLtuc-H0eTgcyn46Q6J2meIz6sebrwrX9LmKIgR33wVGCJCfsApMgDw7IBjpEp6LM-EN33SGwuN4n3U1-PzKUIhUp_bXJQ/s1600/Yearning.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYo8KAtZdb_TNHNAQUzyZHFyjFW17WrkSiCk15lmxWmv_ZpjLtuc-H0eTgcyn46Q6J2meIz6sebrwrX9LmKIgR33wVGCJCfsApMgDw7IBjpEp6LM-EN33SGwuN4n3U1-PzKUIhUp_bXJQ/s400/Yearning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538151998320725874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Acrylic on Masonite Board<br />8 x 10<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I think I was going through an identity crisis. For awhile the idea of self portraits plagued my mind. I was fixated on the idea of doing multiple self portraits that show different parts of my personality or who I wish I was, etc... I only had enough focus to do 2, thus showing my sporadic ADD side of life. In this painting, I really wanted to do something with ASL (American Sign Language). While serving a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I met some deaf people and fell in love with the deaf culture. I remember the first time I told the story of Joseph Smith when he saw God the Father and His son, Jesus Christ in ASL. The beauty and visual interaction of the language helped me better understand the feelings Joseph Smith was feeling as he was searching for Christ's church. They were feelings of love, desire, hope, confusion, and yearning for something you know is there yet you just can't find it. I believe those are feelings we all have many times in our lives as we search for truth of who we are and our relationship with our Heavenly Father. I tried to illustrate those feelings in my painting. I am the person signing "wanting from God" in ASL. There is a light coming from the upper right to show that God always answers our heartfelt prayers and satisfies our yearnings. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-88880231579038033512010-11-10T20:18:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:48:46.071-08:00Chess<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0Zut1KQ4uatNWMYrqXca_kSQOavfJwwtGoS25kKER4YBoi_oLXVKUqOuHOSGZ7pjrp2CCEYOQeoLHbEyV5aJPZ6B_hSWmGIl9ISaSSoAd2W5D_T3NY3vu7YmjZbtCURUIuDwGaSIY7k/s1600/Chess.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0Zut1KQ4uatNWMYrqXca_kSQOavfJwwtGoS25kKER4YBoi_oLXVKUqOuHOSGZ7pjrp2CCEYOQeoLHbEyV5aJPZ6B_hSWmGIl9ISaSSoAd2W5D_T3NY3vu7YmjZbtCURUIuDwGaSIY7k/s400/Chess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538142027302942066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Oil on Masonite Board<br />8 x 10<br /><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ok, so this is one of my favorites. I really like the dramatic lighting and shadows. Yeah...that's all I've got to say about this one. Oh wait, it's done in Oil Paint.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div></div>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1114029198267618152.post-24945324145477888792010-11-10T00:07:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:51:46.394-08:00Self Portrait<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsr6P8kFfw63Nd1tAQxm2YEt2PR0Sks9X8jxofhHEb8zqCIqrSOTXYGyxoC-quCFnkOUbVcMVcrOqE8recT8Db3HBAcdW4em9ldtqRxEsErPl40XpXdceJu3EkmFk_ygf0jcHvVF7_pE/s1600/self+portrait.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsr6P8kFfw63Nd1tAQxm2YEt2PR0Sks9X8jxofhHEb8zqCIqrSOTXYGyxoC-quCFnkOUbVcMVcrOqE8recT8Db3HBAcdW4em9ldtqRxEsErPl40XpXdceJu3EkmFk_ygf0jcHvVF7_pE/s400/self+portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537832989499842354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Acrylic on Masonite Board<br />9 x 6<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes, believe it or not, this is me. Many people have asked if I'm supposed to be on a Safari or something but really... this is me in my homemade tent under my bunk-bed with some awesome lighting. Tent building does not become a lost art after your childhood! This is done with acrylics on a wood Masonite board. </span><br /></div>marisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09158595365791070670noreply@blogger.com0