Sundrip Journals
Her beginnings are yet to be formed but from the brilliance of color one can tell she’ll be a beautiful bird.
Art Title: Nesting Place – Crown of Lights
Art by: Faith Magdalene Austin
Medium: Oil, ink, on heavy paper,
Size: 5.5 x 8.5 inches
Finish: signed, unmounted
Style: Abstract Expressionism, Modern
I am still unable to get a good shot of Nesting Place I. I’m still trying though. Continue reading “Nesting Place – Crown of Lights”
I must post and run. I can’t even tell you how sleepy I am. However, I would like to introduce to you a revamped art piece that is now to my satisfaction. I call it The Dinosaur Opera.
In this prehistoric opera house you will see birds of prey, silhouette figures and mad color. Don’t blink, you’ll miss something.
I have updated my Etsy shop to include “Dinosaur Opera”. Soon this original art and others will be available for larger prints on Redbubble.
Along the lines of “Dinosaur Opera” is a painting called “She Feels in Color”. Too, there is a bird of prey as a young woman with shining rays nests in color and movement.
Thank you for visiting SUNDRIP – Art for Life
Faith
I keep looking at the color in the new header on this blog and my Facebook page and I really like it.
The art I sell isn’t the type of art I have displayed in the rooms of my home. I don’t like bright art in my home. I like earth tones, abstract landscapes or abstract seascapes in earth tones. But I keep looking at the colors in the header and I think to myself, I should get a print of the top portion of this painting because I really like it.
I’m not over stimulated by the colors. Usually that’s the problem with me and color, I feel in color and often intensely. I want blues and burgundy, cream, chocolate, mauve, colors like that. But I keep looking at the top portion of the painting called Crystal – Let the Mountains Shake and I’m like, I’m gonna have to get a print of that. I’m also strongly considering using the part of this as my logo (branding) and for my business cards I’m going to get made. Hmmm. Interesting.
Redbubble is currently offering free standard shipping to United States for all orders over US$40.00. As of 9/24/17 this offer is still available.
Here are a few of the images in the children’s gallery that you can take advantage of with the Redbubble free shipping promotion.
Thank you for considering a Sundrip art piece for your home.
Faith Magdalene Austin
Redbubble is currently offering free shipping to the United States for sales of $40 or more. If you see the word SOLD under the image it has to do with the original piece, not prints.
Here is a quick glimpse of some of the times you’ll see my Redbubble. The link is also on the sidebar. I’ll do another gallery tomorrow. Feel free to share links on social media. It is appreciated.
Faith
I chickened out. I couldn’t stop crying inside. Not a tear came out of my eye but it felt like I was all folded up inside. It took one moment to push me over an edge I was already on. I canceled, couldn’t do it. We’ll talk on the phone again instead.
loser. emotional carnage, tired. i have therapy tomorrow. so stupid. but we’ll get it back together. we would have sat there and cried the whole time.
the house looks really good. i got the bedroom closet finished. it’s all organized now. i did the utility closet too.
me
A messy studio is art work on it’s own.
I believe that and so does the Messy Art Studio group I joined on Facebook.
I’m working with a 9 x 10 space, which is half of my bedroom. I can’t complain about the size of my room! It works well for me. What’s not shown is the closet which holds a lot of my sewing materials. I’m in love with Dollar Tree. I got most of my bins from there. Continue reading “On the Walls”
Today is a quiet kind of day. I’m a tad bit on the depressed side. I think the poem is heavier in truth than anticipated. I just starting typing and stopped when I was done.
Monday will be here quickly and it’ll be time for therapy again.
I’m physically tired with very swollen feet. I’ve had them propped up for awhile. It hurts to walk.
I’ve got a few financial concerns but in the end things seems to work out. Every bill is paid in full. The cat has food, Pete has food and Pickle will have more on Tuesday.
This is a borrowed conversation.
I listened to the first 3 min of a video where a person was talking about how well they treated their significant other, but it wasn’t appreciated. I could only bear a few min of it. What got me the most was that she said, I’m not perfect but, you guys know me, ……..” I figure, if a person starts a conversation with, “I’m not perfect but…” then you can be pretty sure they’ve done something they need to apologize for. What she said in those few minutes got me thinking about the way I think and the way I communicate.
My first and most intimate lessons in communication had to do with figuring out what was expected of me from a woman who had a singular agenda that did not include me. My first and most intimate lessons in communication included weaving in and around insults or crafting my statements to avoid being accused of disobedience. My chief instructor, the person responsible for every aspect of my life, was crazy.
I walked thin lines and broke them repeatedly. I’d go over in my head how to do it better, say it better, how to keep from being a disappointment. I was one of those kids that tried all sorts of creative ways to be who she needed to be. I couldn’t figure it out because I was missing one piece of information; her agenda doesn’t include you.
It is clear to me that youth was nothing more than a performance lacking true emotion and conviction.
After taking my freedom, after being in therapy half of my life, I still struggle to show on my face what I’m feeling inside. I use words or I paint to explain myself. I can be suicidal and laugh in the same conversation, but this time I know to tell the person ahead of time that I’ve not broken the conditioning in this area. I have to tell them to listen to what I’m saying, please don’t look at my smiling face.
Continue reading “My first and most intimate lessons in communication”That was a long, long night. I woke at 2 pm when my friend Snow knocked on the door.
I didn’t have to go to the basement again last night, but it was a mess over here all last night. I was happy the phone held its charge.
The messages (plural) that made me grab my cat and go said Imminent Danger Seek Shelter Immediately. Ya know, a girl can’t really ignore that. It was pretty bad.
No deaths that I’m aware of, not here in my complex either. But there is damage to cars and windows from hail. There’s water damage from windows being broken. Not pretty. Nothing in my apartment is ruined.