tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216644002011-07-28T14:17:08.996-04:00From an artist's studio - images, words, ideas about the influences on creating. <br> <br> <i>All words and images posted in BushStrokes Copyright 2006-present by Annette Bush</i>Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-50557105947729345982010-03-04T11:24:00.009-05:002010-03-04T12:55:21.151-05:00

Yesterday, my copy of "Bush Strokes" arrived in the mail . . . from Australia!It is not the little print newsletter called BushStrokes which I mailed before beginning to write on-line in my BushStrokes Blog. BushStrokes. A play on my name and the brushstrokes of a painter to define the words and images coming from my studio.This Bush Strokes is a little book of beautiful illustrations of twenty

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-89382671966774639122010-02-27T13:50:00.008-05:002010-02-27T20:56:08.696-05:00

My mother recently gave me a bowl which was hand-painted with poppies floating down the sides and dripping over the edges. I have always loved poppies, but I'm not sure she knew that.It just seems they have always been around. The modest yellow California ones filled the edges of Grandmother's garden and the big flamboyant red ones are a rare and exciting addition in family gardens or whenever I

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-1233042868626628222010-02-23T09:39:00.008-05:002010-02-23T10:30:50.396-05:00

It was a quick trip to Edgefield County -- Home of Ten Governors including our Cousin Strom.As we turned off the main highway onto the little country roads which snake through groves of Carolina peaches, I was struck by the color of late afternoon. We became part of the golden glow from the setting sun which spread over the landscape and its rows of perfectly pruned peach trees.But, wait! There

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-62935004407976360972010-02-22T11:47:00.007-05:002010-02-22T12:19:36.125-05:00

So I did no blogging last week. . .Since these little entries are notes on my days, it must seem that I lost a whole week! I'll have to think about it. I must have done something. I gotta make better notes!I DID post this photo on Facebook for my cousin Sheryl. She thought my accident photos looked like "elder abuse." She likes this one better. The nose is still crooked and there are still

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-75128278211901211952010-02-14T12:10:00.004-05:002010-02-15T13:03:48.252-05:00

Over the weekend, our largest snowfall since 1973. It came quickly; it left quickly. A few angels, hearts and happy snowpeople were around for Valentine's Day.Berries for the birds.View from the kitchen window.Across the back fence.Lovin' the white stuff.Staying warm after a run in the snow.Joy. Peace. Exuberance. Quiet. Warmth.That is the color of a little SNOW.-------------------Update on

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This is definitely art galleriable.4 year old Lucy After Christmas, my daughters and I were visiting among the boxes of ornaments and decorations when Lucy called us to attention. "Now be quiet, everyone, and put on your Museum manners."When we were quiet, she conducted a little role play -- a museum tour of the "galleries" and paintings in the house. We didn't move, but she presented a

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Day 5Ah, it seems to be getting better.Oh, dear. It is getting worse before it gets better.Maybe a little more makeup. . . .Day 8Reminder to self:"Don't get personal with a sidewalk."Yep. Reminder. To. Self.Other links to accident.Anticipated RETURNLookin' GoodBushStrokes(c) AAB--

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-81531495365488895222010-01-30T17:16:00.005-05:002010-01-30T19:20:41.689-05:00

I have learned that a relationship with a sidewalk may not result in a broken heart, but it certainly can mean lots of aches, pains and general discomfort.My glasses hurt my nose. The arm splint makes it awkward to do almost everything. My head hurts when I move around a lot. BUT there is little pain, I'm not bleeding and I don't have to put on make-up today!Aunt Alice said I would be better

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I used to paint on sweat shirts. I had a chance to do it again yesterday.I have been reading about artists who are using a variety of materials - whether to emphasize the transient nature of the environment or some other kind of statement - I'm not sure I get it. But yesterday, I dribbled a bright Alizarin on my favorite pale green sweatshirt. The one which matches my favorite Crocs. ® I

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Good art looks new because the artist has recombined something old to make something better. Darby BarnardI'm still working on my Word of the Year. I never did settle on one word for last year.I've been thinking about the do-over words re-cycle, re-purpose, re-new, re-present. But I'm already DOING those. I'm reusing the church window/greenhouse glass. I'm saving coffee grounds for younger

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-40491458837567746522010-01-25T16:36:00.003-05:002010-01-26T13:20:23.808-05:00

Last fall, Mamma took down her old greenhouse. It had seen hundreds of plants and blooms across the years, but the old wooden frames had finally given way. The windows had originally been in our church and Daddy recycled or "re-purposed" them when they were replaced just before I married.When Mamma wondered if the trash people would take the glass away, I knew I needed to find a way to use it

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"It's a marshmallow world in the winter, When the snow comes to cover the ground". . .Problem is. . . we don't get much snow in middle Georgia just south of the fall line. But, we bundle a little when the wind blows fluffy clouds in the cold blue sky, sprinkle marshmallows in mugs of hot chocolate and hope for "a whipped cream day."Lucy and Belle made snowmen with big marshmallows, kisses and

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Winter was here last week. Today the birds are singing, neighbors are visiting on the green and leaves are stretching in the warming sun.These quiet days of January seem perfect for my goal of writing a few times a week about what I have observed in the studio, around the house, in the classroom and about my family.Too many weeks have passed since I made notes here about the ordinary events of

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-6636417384143774942010-01-19T10:49:00.005-05:002010-01-19T11:56:10.989-05:00

A goal is a dream with a deadline. James Scott Bell, writer http://www.jamesscottbell.com/Setting goals is simple for Lucy. She loves Toddler Time at the Museum but it's not looking at the art nor the creative time in the art room which is her dream. It's "I'm finished. Let's go to lunch at the Sunshine Bakery." She almost always meets her deadline. Photo: "Lucy and her abstract

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-86463975332916647522010-01-18T12:10:00.003-05:002010-01-18T12:30:03.068-05:00

We watched across the landscape as a plume of dust marked the progress of a vehicle along the unpaved "big road." We knew it was the mail carrier and so we ran with bare feet toward the treasures of the mailbox, making our own dusty plumes on the dirt track between the cotton and watermelon fields.It was the summer when I was eleven. It was my week to visit my cousins who had hard chores to do

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-12353257429531966042009-10-05T22:56:00.002-04:002009-10-05T23:15:35.803-04:00

Last week was filled with nines.In the studio: prepped and ready for paint -- NINE little canvases. I had great fun ordering all sizes in sets of nine -- on sale! In the workroom: a long term project needing NINE old mailboxes.Funny how we never throw away the old one. Mike and Dennis have promised theirs! From daughter's house: hourly updates as Miz Scarlett delivered NINE puppies.Ptoud

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-90849371754602183322009-09-15T11:56:00.006-04:002009-09-15T12:30:44.694-04:00

I had been cutting grass and clearing vines at my great-grandparents' old house and daughter and I were taking a walk around to plan our next work day. We are often surprised by what we find, but this was a biggie -- our second snake of the season and not a little one. It was curled in a spot of sunshine like a string of sparkling onyx beads. As I stepped closer to get a photo, it stretched

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-38867729573406284992009-09-11T11:04:00.004-04:002009-09-11T11:24:39.502-04:00

Change is sometimes subtle; sometimes explosive.Making a mark we don't fully understand.Seasons do that in their departures and arrivals.Sometimes subtle; sometimes explosive.For me, no matter if it is the end or the beginning,September's change is marked by the day the red spiders dance.iPhone photo: Red Spider Lilies Surviving the OddsBushStrokes (c) AAB---

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A few weeks ago, Alyson Stanfield of ArtBizBlog wrote about artists, the economy and "pop-up" galleries. Since reading her post, I have had two opportunities to mention both my experience with storefront or alternative space and Alyson's Blog with her resources for the business of art. Link to Alyson's thoughts about using temporary exhibit space. http://www.artbizblog.com/2009/07/

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Two year old Belle seems to need time out more than most, but she could never quite figure out what she was supposed to do in the chair and how long was long enough. "When can I get down?" became a repetitive whine."Do I Have to Sit Here?"Finally, her Mamma remembered being sent to her room to look under the bed for a better face -- one with a smile would do -- and said, "Until you get a happy

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-9164268139328617322009-08-26T10:00:00.006-04:002009-08-26T10:00:05.649-04:00

Spiders building webs and unbuilding webs" When we go to the little summer house, we know we will be as close to nature as if we were living in a tent -- well actually, we do call it a "tent." We are not surprised to find a bird's nest in the book case or a squirrel peeping through the gable vent or even a spider web hanging in a doorway.It has its charm. It has the Hours for Watching.A year or

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-47875351988765270912009-08-25T17:42:00.008-04:002009-08-25T17:55:34.533-04:00

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia."E.L. DoctorowI spotted this quote while checking on something not related to house renovation nor grandchildren and immediately paired writing with painting -- two of my favorite creative pursuits.Doctorow suggests that schizophrenia is acceptable, but could it also be that it is a little necessary? I often think I do my best work when "I"

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Summers.Time to Watch.Not watching Time.Spiders building webs and unbuilding webs.Children climbing, running, swimming.Little girls snoozing in my bed.Cats sleeping.Birds warning of cats not sleeping.Hammocks with no sketching.Swings with no writing. Porches with no painting.Shadows lengthening.Raindrops clinging in last light.Sunsets spreading across the sky.My days. The minutes filled with

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When 18 month-old Lucy and her Mamma came to my house to live for a while, Belle had not arrived. Now Belle has turned two and Lucy has just become a sparkling four year old and they have moved just five miles away (close enough for regular visits, but in another state!)We celebrated last week with The Cake which Lucy "visited" each week as she and I grocery shopped together. It was a lovely

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Back in March, there were promises for the spring and summer. Daffodils trumpeted warmer days. Wide straps of lily foliage announced where summer bulbs might bloom. Wisps of fragrance led the nose on treasure hunts. Trees began to wake with a slow fuzziness and nubbins hinted of leaves to come. I carefully marked my calendar with anticipated dates; those regular irregular events which occur

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-4276592568887310742009-08-14T18:44:00.002-04:002009-08-14T18:46:51.415-04:00

Since late March, I have neglected this diary -- even after promising, Dear Blog, to stop ignoring you. I have to agree with my friends Robin and Karen that these pages register the thoughts in my days in unexpected ways. They remind me of who I am. Sometimes, they remind others of who they are. And so . . . I shall begin again to fill the empty days.BushStrokes (c) AAB

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NASCAR is my # 1 passion!Anonymous, a high school classmateOne of the interesting things about working on a 50th High School reunion is getting to know old classmates again. Some who I loved are not so enticing anymore. Some who I thought were a bit nerdy are now v-e-e-ry interesting. Some seem to be content to just sit on the sidelines. Some have schedules which fill a day book and not just

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-5798110104533476432009-03-23T01:12:00.000-04:002009-03-23T12:07:31.268-04:00

Not many things bring tears to my eyes, but they brimmed over as I listened to the genteel Southern drawl of my friend, Starkey. He was the last to read at the Author's Club annual night at the museum.Each year, paintings in the Morris Museum of Art become the subject of a poem, a short story, an essay, a little play. With a couple of exceptions, the presentations were based on Edith Caywood's

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-34891933392901862302009-03-21T01:14:00.009-04:002009-03-21T22:42:24.961-04:00

St. Patrick's Day not withstanding, this has been a week of green. The winter blooms have ended and Spring is coming!This week, I braided the last of the snow-drops, cut away the battered liriope and watched the fig tree get fuzzy.We wore our green, stood on the street and watched the Parade. We sowed broccoli seeds and watched the green nubbins appear.We are checking catalogs and planning the

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-82868847776189645642009-03-20T13:08:00.004-04:002009-03-20T14:25:08.119-04:00

I am sometimes reminded of the great opportunities which have come to me across the years. Things I knew at the time were pretty cool, but which usually involved a lot of detail and a lot of work and, at the end, I just moved to the next project.This week, the reminder was the unexpected death of Will Fahnoe. Will was a good artist and he contributed much to the arts community in our area. And

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-31250009869912695322009-03-17T08:14:00.007-04:002009-03-19T22:31:22.429-04:00

Every so often, I pick up the freebie magazine/ newspapers around town, mostly to catch up on who has the latest creative ideas or what others are doing with their leisure time. Sometimes just to have something to peruse while I am waiting.Skirt! magazine is my favorite of the monthlies. Not just another entertainment weekly rag, it is geared for women and presents its stuff in clever themes

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“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us." I pulled a paragraph from another blog because it spoke to me. Not expecting to use it here, I only noted that it had been quoted by Nelson Mandela and was from writings by Marianne Williamson. (apologies to the blogger.)This is only

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-16371068790890846372009-03-13T14:11:00.016-04:002009-03-16T08:57:45.178-04:00

If I gave out awards -- well, who says I can't? -- I'd give one in honor of the Pomegranate. It's a strange and wonderful fruit which is sometimes difficult to grasp; it should be opened carefully without cutting. The inside is filled with irregular sections of juicy little red seeds which are separated by thin white membranes. Each section's shape is formed by its relationship to the ones next

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The bitter cold of the last weeks in February have been chased away. The grass is growing in the warming sun and I have been torn between working on indoor projects and the need for clearing winter debris in the yard.My bright orange string trimmer and I took a break to enjoy the afternoon with Lucy and Belle. Later I played with the Animoto application which Martha has used so beautifully with

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My Dear Blog,How could I have been away so long? It doesn't seem possible that so many days have gone by without a note from me to you. I must confess: I have been unfaithful. There is another blog in my life which as focused my attention on the 50th Reunion of my High School Class. It lives at 59Musketeers and I visit it often to leave little notes. The affair will be over on May 2; I

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Consider the lilies. While the lilies do not toil or spin, they do their work, draw up sustenance from the earth, and drink in the dew, rain and sunbeams. So we are to do our appointed work. It we do this, trusting in God, he will supply all our needs.Matthew 6:28 translation from the People's New Testament As the daffodils begin to spatter color along the roadside and early white plum

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-16983871342374020472009-02-05T16:14:00.012-05:002009-02-05T23:08:37.211-05:00

After noting the quote of the week on January 18th, the phrase "paintings that arise from memories or visual impressions" continued to noodle around in my head. I began to think of how seemingly disconnected parts of my life seem to put themselves together in spite of me.Last summer, during a visit with Linda Stanley in Florida, we traveled over to see Martha Marshall for a tiny workshop on her

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-9673724391262962522009-02-04T00:40:00.005-05:002009-02-04T00:55:33.879-05:00

The process of change, the hoped-for-growth, add joy to the act of painting because, without the continuing quest for knowledge and increased vision and greater comprehension, painting can become a deadly vacuum, a routine of assembly-line-like production."Lamar Dodd (1909-1996)Catalog of his show at MOCA GA, Atlanta Photo: Pay Close Attention to the Chorus of SantasBushStrokes (c) AAB

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On Sunday morning, I packed and we straightened the house. While we read the paper and perused the brochures collected over the weekend, we talked. Conversation over good coffee and a blue jug of daffodils quickly becomes more than just chit-chat and so, we touched on life at our decades, focused on what is really important to happiness and wondered how to grab more of every day. We were glad

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-7056499626101583972009-01-30T13:17:00.007-05:002009-02-03T08:59:48.588-05:00

Appointments for Kembra and Karen meant our schedule started early -- and in three vehicles! We arrived at the busy Buckhead neighborhood which houses the Lagerquist Gallery and could feel the creative energy as we rode past. Even on a Saturday morning, there was a buzz on the street of former homes now converted to interesting businesses, shops and restaurants.As is the custom at Lagerquist,

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The Friday schedule was carefully mapped out to give us time for some of our favorite galleries. Karen's i-Phone GPS managed to get us exactly where we needed to be. First stop was TEW Galleries where we always love, love, love most of the work. This time for me, it was Sarah Wolfe's figures -- exquisitely simple in its complexity, her work has a poignancy not often seen. And there,

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-74086764697209196012009-01-30T12:42:00.012-05:002009-02-03T08:52:18.678-05:00

Last year, Karen and I visited Linda in Central Florida where we were joined by Kaye and Martha on various days for a whirlwind tour from Orlando to Gainesville and Ocala, from Tampa to Daytona and New Smyna Beach. What a treasure of impressions and interactions during that week! This time, Linda initiated the trip to Atlanta to coincide with the Karen's gallery show and the Castleberry Hill Art

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-63911960615049075202009-01-29T23:28:00.004-05:002009-01-29T23:50:54.565-05:00

Last week, I wrote: "A full schedule is planned for Gallery hopping in Atlanta with Linda, Karen and Kembra. More when I return on Sunday." The first part of the week sped along and even that little bit didn't get posted on Tuesday and by Thursday, I was on my way . . . . There were lots of visual impressions and some fun memories. Now, it's Thursday again so, this week, I'll be filling in

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-17090809580633632962009-01-29T10:59:00.005-05:002009-01-29T15:19:35.054-05:00

I'm a secretive bastard. I would never let anybody watch me painting... it would be like somebody watching you have sex - painting is that personal to me.(Andrew Wyeth, 1917-2009)I did not intend to let the week go by without mentioning the loss of Andrew Wyeth. I thought this quote was a good one to consider for this week. Maybe we couldn't observe his process, but from him we have learned

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-31176422995202710542009-01-20T04:54:00.004-05:002009-01-20T07:36:23.399-05:00

A few thoughts on Inauguration Day, elections and "my voters."My retail manager husband always said that success starts with the way a customer is treated at the cash register. There is probably a little more to it, but I think it is the same with elections. Voter turnout has a lot to do with how the voter is treated where the vote is cast. As a precinct manager who is responsible for the

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"For me, photos as direct references tend to get in the way. . . . The photos of things I like and notice have their own importance to me -- quite separate from paintings that arise from memories or visual impressions of those things."Rebecca Crowellin her blog "Rebecca Crowell Art"New Paintings and Thoughts on Photography -o-o-o-Looking back on the images I have selected to accompany my blog,

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-30337129067766503592009-01-17T08:28:00.002-05:002009-01-17T08:31:42.132-05:00

Boomie looks so proud. She should probably be called Little Bunny Foo-Foo because she catches so many little field mice . . . and an occasional squirrel. Of the five cats at our house, she is The Mouser.BushStrokes (c) AAB

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I have been thinking about the exhibit since we made the trip last week to the South Carolina State Museum to see Leonardo da Vinci: Machines in Motion. Some of the machines were so familiar I had to keep reminding myself that it has taken the world five hundred years to catch up with the visions which Leonardo recorded in his notebooks with simple drawings and backwards text.Walking through

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A random conversation at the AT&T store last week reminded me of the age of my town and a comment from Karen Jacobs reminded me of how much I take for granted about the abundance within a two mile radius of my house.-- President George Washington visited my high school which was located nearby in 1781!-- My church was established in 1798.-- Our Augusta Museum of History, Sacred Heart Cultural

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Jim said, "It was a difficult concert." I agreed.I had watched the hands and feet moving across the keyboards and pedals as if the organist were weightless. The discordant notes of Locklair's The Aeolian Sonata handled with power and confidence. Ragtime by Diemer which was written for pedals only was teased by the feet. The Bach Toccata was danced through with grace. The three parts of

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Get quiet and listen to your Wise Self.Christine Kane http://christinekane.com/blog/Christine has once again suggested selecting one word to define one's focus for the year. I haven't settled yet on one of my own nor one from her clever list. Maybe I need one which will help me with matters of indecision. I'll think about that. Maybe I need to choose one for procrastination. Maybe I should

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-10297061478060196632009-01-11T08:50:00.006-05:002009-01-11T09:04:48.692-05:00

Daughter Susan just showed me these photos which she took on Christmas morning.I think they might explain why our house decor this year included a Charlie Brown tree and Kohlmeyer-inspired Medusa snowflakes and why there never seems to be enough time "to get things done."photos:Medusa snowflakes & Charlie Brown treeLucyBelleBushStrokes (c) AAB

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Thursday was Toddler Time at The Morris Museum. The children talked about landscapes and looked at paintings of nature and then went to the activities room to create their own art. During these times, Lucy has painted a still-life of found objects, a texture rubbing, a Medusa snake (after Ida Kohlmeyer's Medusa chair) and, this week, a pet rock -- rocks are in nature, you know. She loves the

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-36258429771777910252009-01-09T09:55:00.004-05:002009-01-09T10:04:27.631-05:00

I have been reading all the weight loss articles. Isn't that what you are supposed to do in January? (Although, reading about food does not seem to be conducive to weight loss.)I have put together my own fitness plan.1. I can eat anything I want -- just half as much.2. I get to take long, lovely walks everyday. 3. I am allowed to do something everyday to remove stress.Diet, exercise,

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-72132658435753233512009-01-08T10:12:00.003-05:002009-01-09T10:19:39.603-05:00

There's a funny thing about a "Quote of the Week."Sometimes it's forgotten before the day is over; other times it's still around week later.I had made note of "So -- where has the day gone? Who took it?" when I first previewed Danny Gregory's little book, "Me TiME." "Good quote," I thought.I read that he decided to get up one hour earlier each morning to have an hour just for himself. "Good

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-5631078441361732742009-01-06T11:26:00.006-05:002009-01-06T17:28:52.437-05:00

Lucy and I often stop by our Sacred Heart Cultural Center where she has to visit the gift shop and stop in the Great Hall. In spite of exploring with a three year old, who likes to sing "Oh, My Darling, Clementine" from the altar stage, I am always awed by the illumination in this former sanctuary.On our last visit, a singular beam of light soared through high back windows and lit just one of the

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-21577448639064321452009-01-05T09:41:00.006-05:002009-01-05T09:57:05.743-05:00

SO -- where has the day gone? Who took it? Danny Gregory in Me Time Danny Gregory has taken charge of his Everyday Matters after five years of blogging. I think I'll follow his new focus and new directions . . . or maybe just review some of his old wisdom . . . . BushStrokes (c) AAB

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This eighty year old oak has been the view from my front porch for quite some time. It has lost some limbs and has needed trimming as have others. It has been home to squirrels and many kinds of birds, including a couple of woodpeckers and an owl or two. Most of the trees in the neighborhoods were planted after the 1916 Fire destroyed all the homes and trees in about 40 blocks. Now they are

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-56384159093821771032008-09-23T09:00:00.003-04:002008-09-24T09:14:18.460-04:00

The Westobou Festival has taken the town. For ten days, it is impossible to see and do everything from art openings to choral and organ concerts to theater and film to lectures and readings. On Friday night, our choices were jazz, a silent movie or Christine Kane's Concert. I had blogged about Christine. Her concert was in the neighborhood, so it was an easy decision for older daughter and

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We waited.In a partially renovated building, we waited.On a hot Sunday afternoon where there was no air conditioning, we waited.A group of older women, sitting in a row of chairs against a wall, fanned with their programs and waited.The news media wondered if they would meet their deadlines, but they waited.The punch bowls dribbled with rivulets of sweat and the desserts and the birthday cake got

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This week, like most of my weeks, has been full of the kind of amazing adventures which only belong to little girls. For them, everything has the potential to be something else!Lucy had read the shoe book and threaded the holes with the purple string until it became a dull game. So, she just pulled it out and began to experiment. Within just minutes, she had folded it in half, tucked the ends

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-12035839429005530172008-09-09T19:08:00.002-04:002008-09-21T19:23:16.136-04:00

Soon after I wrote yesterday's post, I misplaced it. Then, several things happened: I bought two books and I found my notes.In his Twice Weekly Letter to Artists on August 13, 2008, Robert Genn wrote about his friendship with the bird artist, James Fenwick Lansdowne. Feeling a little "flighty" after sharing my morning with the birds, I was curious about a man who painted them all his life and

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-64013653956562237792008-09-08T19:08:00.003-04:002008-09-24T22:18:55.441-04:00

I see that this blog has had no new entries since June.It has been a lovely summer and there are certainly things I will want to remember through this blog. So even though, it may not be the way to do it, I'll do what I usually do and pre-date a few things as I find the photos, notes and words. It is probably not proper blog etiquette. Oh, well.But I don't want to forget Lucy and her painted

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-84751582260115383172008-06-16T23:58:00.010-04:002008-06-17T01:04:49.283-04:00

Part I of A Serendipitous Day is here.Continuing our adventures with Dorothy, the Chronicler and the Bronzeman-----00000-----Rock On, Norman!When you grow up with Saturday Evening Post covers peering out of magazine racks, sliding across coffee tables and slipping from your sleeping grandfather's lap, it is difficult to imagine that they would be important enough for an art museum exhibit. Oh, I

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-22480733632574427152008-06-15T07:45:00.023-04:002008-06-15T18:36:12.842-04:00

We celebrated all week by the candlelight of Belle's First Birthday (along with an evening by candlelight when the power was out after a major thunder storm.)Belle didn't really understand about blowing out the candles so wasted no time waiting for the cake to be cut before carefully tasting the frosting. She has become a delightful toddler exploring everything in my not-so-child proof house.

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Serendipity: When you unexpectedly discover something wonderful when on the way toward something else.On Tuesday morning, Linda and I prepared to make the airport run for Karen's flight. The traffic was light and, as we drove through the area where we would eat that night at their favorite Greek Restaurant, Linda casually remarked that she had been told of a great little shop nearby, but had

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-9323871191432658102008-05-26T17:30:00.000-04:002008-05-26T17:57:09.407-04:00

Just as the sun peeped through the red gate near the Koi pond, I unpacked and prepared for a relaxing day of getting settled and talking art. As most institutions of beauty -- museums, gardens and hair salons -- are traditionally closed for rest and repair on Monday, we had put nothing on our schedule. Suddenly, Linda discovered that the Leu Gardens were not only open, but FREE until noon! We

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When the invitation to visit Central Florida came from my friend, Linda. I jokingly announced, "I'm going to Disney World!" as if I'd won some major event which could only be topped by such a prize.For several reasons, neither Linda or I have painted for a while and this seemed to be the boost we needed. We talked of spending days in the studio exploring different kinds of watercolor paper,

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-15414741614411456522008-05-23T23:10:00.015-04:002008-05-26T18:09:32.265-04:00

I stayed in that spirit of the walk-on-the-beach as I drove home from Hilton Head Island. I passed through a month of balmy spring days in the way that is usually reserved for hot summer ones.I sat in the rockers on the front porch and ate ice cream with the little ones.I shopped with my daughters and then with my mother -- a few things called my name.We caught up on news of cousins at family

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-49086520455963063362008-05-23T22:56:00.008-04:002008-05-26T12:28:57.583-04:00

So. I went for a walk on the beach and it seems that I almost forgot to return.As last year, the days with Frankie and Charlotte were filled with fun and conversation. We sat in the rockers under the Hilton Head lighthouse; we shopped for things we didn't need, but which, as Frankie says, "called our names;" we lunched on shrimp and oysters and she-crab soup; we napped in the heat of the day

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-74821126721645158192008-04-07T08:17:00.011-04:002008-04-07T09:03:36.422-04:00

The low-country crawfish boil in middle South Carolina started under a cloudy sky.It was a fun party which we shared with peacocks, goats, kittens (including "Bob" who used to live with us), pens of puppies, turkeys and chickens.Lucy wasn't sure she liked the huge peacocks or the turkeys, but KNEW she didn't like the crawfish.It seemed that the sun absorbed as much of the red delicacies as the

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-17355778884029763162008-04-06T23:21:00.006-04:002008-04-06T23:31:42.821-04:00

Belle is now almost ten months old and almost walking. There was nothing 'almost' about her adventure with a bowl full of strawberries which she tackled with both hands. I thought we would all enjoy them, but they quickly became Belle's berries.BushStrokes (c) AAB

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Each year when the Southern Watercolor Society mailings come,I faithfully put the dates on my calendar and then let the deadlines go by.When the invitations to openings arrive, I note the dates and forget to make reservations.I open the catalog of the annual exhibition with little enthusiasm for the usual good watercolors. (Edward Betts once said when selecting award, "Technical ability is a

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-14112378267887777272008-04-01T09:30:00.005-04:002008-04-05T23:15:17.043-04:00

Emergency Room visits with little ones are always scary. So when we had to take Lucy for a late-night-spiking temperature, it was reassuring that someone had decided that the Pediatrics rooms could at least be cheerful. Flowers and bugs and butterflies fill walls in hallways -- spots of color which the artist seems to have added as an afterthought.The signature confirms that it is the work of

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-5726671803989334732008-03-31T07:42:00.009-04:002008-04-05T23:14:50.922-04:00

The craft of telling stories takes time to learn; the art takes a lifetime. Sonia Simonein her blog: Remarkable CommuncationI have rephrased the quote today because I needed this reminder: The craft of making art takes time to learn; the art (of making art) takes a lifetime.The difference between the craft and the art is easy to understand in most creative endeavors and the role of good

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-65815757954103416542008-03-30T08:24:00.007-04:002008-04-05T23:14:07.503-04:00

Bless Google Alerts! Through frequent email notifications, I have learned that "Annette Bush" is a realtor, a graphic designer, a politician, a columnist, a teacher . . . . and that two of my paintings are listed on eBay.Last month, I had received an email about two of my original paintings which had been acquired by a new owner. She asked about the value and wanted to know the "story" behind

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-59205795610752460932008-03-25T23:03:00.004-04:002008-04-05T23:17:03.589-04:00

My sister had cooled her lemon meringue pie on the porch overnight to keep from getting the moisture bubbles sometimes caused by refrigeration. When she brought it in and uncovered it, she discovered the golden balls sprinkled across the surface.She is rarely unnerved by 'disasters' of any sort, so she placed it on the cloth which had been crocheted by our grandmother more than fifty years ago,

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This week, I couldn't just choose one so there's one with Lucy sitting by the Easter Bunny and one of Belle at her first egg hunt. @AAB

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-30254375572106448272008-03-20T12:17:00.015-04:002008-03-20T16:01:29.918-04:00

Rule number one for many artists is "Never Make Mud." Watercolorists are often in a tizzy after over-working, glazing over wet pigment and just muddling the painting. Oil painters are not immune -- in my one college painting class, I made lovely mud! And writers can truly make murky paragraphs filled with inaccurate words and too many points of view.0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor:

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There was much buzz last week about the upcoming Brahms German Requiem. Although a part of the regular 'Concerts With A Cause' at St. John United Methodist, this one was held at the larger suburban First Baptist Church.A guest conductor, the Symphony orchestra, a baritone and a soprano soloist, members of five choirs, and words in German held the attention of the overflowing audience. My

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-3489989000115843562008-03-17T13:53:00.003-04:002008-03-17T13:59:31.599-04:00

Actually, I think almost anyone might say this about almost any jurying job, tongue in cheek or not. We all have our reasons. However strange. ( I believe this was about the Turner Prize.)The jurors have a wonderful opportunity to find the artist guilty and sentence him to a term of no work and generally keeping quiet for however many years his art deserves. Amazingly, instead of doing this,

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-82162620107381069152008-03-16T07:23:00.006-04:002008-03-16T08:00:39.438-04:00

It's that time of year. I watched the birds swirl in a symphony of movement across the sky and listened to the chatter of the river geese checking the nests behind my house to see when the little ones will be ready to travel. I wondered if it is too early to visit my little house in the country to hang the hammock, renew the wood shavings on the floor, repair winter storm damage and spend time in

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-66542480004037238892008-03-11T09:41:00.005-04:002008-03-11T13:38:53.805-04:00

" . . . . In the end, the message was: knowledge doesn't exist unless there is a will to find patterns, a believe to do things a lot better.""This also has some connection with a bible verse I love and guided my life since childhood,'to have faith is to be sure of the things we have, to be certain of the things we cannot see.' "Patrick Ng A playground slide and the creative process -- both

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-7627261263270974542008-03-10T00:02:00.004-04:002008-03-10T00:47:28.243-04:00

In the old joke about how to get to Carnegie Hall, the answer is "Practice."I think it is more than that. There are--excellent artists who study and create and network but never get beyond a local gallery, --good musicians who practice and perform and build a small following but never get beyond the demo CD and--inspired writers who fill notebooks and files with whole paragraphs of words and

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-15653912417692651972008-03-07T10:42:00.009-05:002008-03-07T11:12:39.737-05:00

It's another Fault of the Internet!I frequently review museums and special exhibit on line, but rarely get a close-up view.California artist, Suzanne Ferguson has provided just what I needed to let me know more about a show which she recently attended. Suzanne paints both in the studio and at various locations in the Western states and her website is full of gentle images like this one.I ask her

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-81415107516249276832008-03-07T03:23:00.006-05:002008-03-06T16:44:26.291-05:00

Reunion meetings seem to be the thing that is filling my calendar these days. My high school class is in the midst of plans for its Fiftieth Reunion. My college class is celebrating its 45th this year.And what about the others!?! The annual barbecue for my high school classes of the 50s. The fun weekend for anyone who went to my junior college (now a university) in the 60s. Even a year long

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-78964758059713859732008-03-04T08:16:00.006-05:002008-03-04T09:30:54.853-05:00

Quote of the Day:Let us dare to read, think, speak and write.John Adams, 1765A note came from a nephew in my Adams family with this quote in the cancellation stamp.In this same week, an Adams uncle called to request some family tree information for his granddaughter. Is there something in the air?!!!!Well, yes. An HBO special on this interesting President and his wife, Abigail, will begin on

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-7944961695884614852008-02-29T08:12:00.011-05:002008-03-04T09:02:13.097-05:00

Sounds like a horror movie. Indeed. There have been premonitions of things to come.A fierce moaning has sometimes swept around the corners of the house and through the trees.Little purple things have been creeping out of the earth in my yard.Strange shapes are floating in the air and covering the brown winter grass.I am not surprised that the computer has held little interest over the past

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-44400707843095108302008-02-16T15:38:00.014-05:002008-03-11T13:26:14.891-04:00

The circus is in town! I remember the excitement of the 100th Anniversary Year of the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus. We had tickets for our three and six year old. Imagine our surprise when we spent most of the performance with a crying toddler who was frightened by the clowns.So this year, almost 35 years later, we have taken the circus in tiny bites for the little ones at

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-69562640550501217182008-02-15T15:51:00.005-05:002008-03-11T13:37:18.797-04:00

As a child, Lucy's mother was fascinated by this structure which used to rest on top of a downtown building. It has been placed on the grounds where, in1791, George Washington reviewed the "troops" at the Academy which later became my high school.Before we moved back to our hometown, we often came for visits and a little sight-seeing.On today's walk, Lucy discovered it. She alternately danced,

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-67694783866311247742008-02-10T16:25:00.004-05:002008-03-18T15:13:34.455-04:00

It was the day for the drive across state for an alumni council meeting at our Alma Mater. Daughter represents her Class of 1989 and I represent Class of 1963. I realized what a great divide there had been between "my" school and hers in those far away years when I looked at the campus and its growth just since last year. Amazing.I will be planning the 45th Reunion of my class for October this

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-84428787329395820532008-02-05T08:37:00.000-05:002008-03-12T08:50:46.669-04:00

Once a brush is useless for one purpose, find something else for it to do. Treating your tools with respect is part of the whole gesture of humility you bring to painting." I have often clicked on a link to handprint.com, usually because someone has referenced a section for the valuable information which Bruce MacEvoy has set out with such clarity and creativity. I generally just read what I

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-50132416703477126842008-02-04T09:31:00.002-05:002008-03-10T09:55:43.502-04:00

We said goodbye to 97 year old Mildred, my "Aunt Sister" andhello to Baby Will this week.Mourning and celebration came together, like sisters.The SistersI'm not sure Aunt Sister would have approved all the pink flowers. They were beautiful, but she loved her blossoms in all shapes and colors. She never came to visit without a bouquet which she had just picked from her yard tucked into a jar or

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-29183797449451534292008-01-30T08:59:00.006-05:002008-03-04T09:13:35.220-05:00

On my not-so-daily walk, (lately, it seems to be a weekly walk!) I was looking for a way to get a better photograph of a gold-rimmed church dome in the afternoon sunlight. As I turned to go around the block, I discovered that the entire street behind me was bathed in a golden glow. . . . No, that is too gentle. This was as if everything had been gilded. It took my breath away!And in that

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-77373111697496141272008-01-29T08:54:00.006-05:002008-03-07T13:20:21.789-05:00

Just as I approached the second anniversary of this blog, I suddenly had no time to blog! Is that a conundrum or a quandary? Perhaps it is a paradox -- when there is time to write, there is little to write about!I've been reading about:15 things to NOT do in your blog12 things which will bring more readers5 links which you must have7 ways to make money with your blog10 effective ways. . . .Oh,

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While checking references for the Niaux Caves this week, I discovered this delightful website. It makes ancient history interesting, mysterious and real. It provides a lot of information on rock art and it's origins and culture. The iLecture films are inexpensive but well-done. I felt that the photographers could have visited Niaux on the day that I went.Check this out their iLectures at

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My daughter put a slide show widget on my computer and, as it scrolls through my photo files, this photo of Boomie and her babies pops up. For a long time, whenever I saw it, something familiar registered in the back of my brain and it was NOT of cats on my dining room floor. I just didn't know what. There just seemed to be something about those stretched out cats, the muted color, the je ne

Annette Bushnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664400.post-51758610515322757832008-01-15T22:20:00.000-05:002008-01-15T22:31:08.718-05:00

In the South, we are amazed at the beauty of winter snow and ice in other places. We sometimes forget that photos of our own landscapes can be just as interesting.I have taken photos of prickly pear in Arizona and in Georgia. The color of the blooms and 'pears' is always eye-catching. This week I found these winter ones just three blocks away. I'll try to remember that colors and patterns

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