to put together for friends.
A Sand Tart by any other name
to put together for friends.
Middle aged musings from farm & hearth
My son went to the Guilford Fair last night with a few of his friends. I asked him to check the arts tent to see if my photograph had been hung and if it had gotten any placement. He called home around 10pm to tell me it had won first place. Not only that, many others had submitted four or five photographs each, but my single shot got the blue.
This is really just a little thing, but I struggle to accurately express the magnitude of how it lit up my world last night, this acknowledgement, this nod to my simple picture, this little blue ribbon.
What makes it extra special for me is that it’s a photo I took of Eddie and Phils clam rakes in Joshua Cove. This photo is not typical of what is entered in these competitions… you see a lot of beautiful landscapes, flower arrangements, moon shots, wildlife photography, etc. In comparison this picture is kinda simple… but drew me in right away when I saw the shot out there on the water, the industrial strength of their rakes, a basic tool that does a lot of work, and the beauty in the delicate grooves and the blue, gray and purple hues of the clam shells themselves. Reminds me of the simple beauty in the story of Eddie and Phil.
One of my favorite quotes…
I hope they still read my blog, because I’d like them to know their kindness that day brought home a blue ribbon from the 154th Guilford Fair and made this woman’s day.
This year K and Max showed in a breed specific circuit – Quarter Horse. The competition is tougher than the Open shows and the stakes are higher. There are points awarded for placings and money earnings as you move up the ranks, travel around the country and hopefully win big. There’s no doubt it’s big business if you’re serious about it, and most people who participate are serious about it.
That right there is where we sorta fall off the proverbial show wagon, because truth be told… we’re just enjoying the horse we love and setting relatively small goals. We don’t travel far from home and we don’t like to put big stress on the horse or our person or the wallet, it just doesn’t feel right. I also think we lack the competitive drive that most horse people have that spurs you forward to achieve higher success in the show ring. I guess it’s a matter of.. if the boot fits, wear it. If not, find a less imposing boot.
One other little thing – It’s still a thrill for us when your name is called at the end of a class and you’ve learned your placing…and you grab that ribbon with joy, regardless of the placing. Oh, the blues are definitely the best, but we love them all… blue, red, yellow, white, pink, green. At Quarter Horse shows, the ribbons are not a priority, partly because these folks go to so many shows and have earned so many ribbons they’ve probably run out of room for storing or displaying them. It’s more about the points and qualifying, and I totally understand that mentality. Perhaps we show our green status when we bounce up the secretary booth stairs to pick up of those ribbons, but I don’t care, I don’t want to give up that simple thrill.
When I was a young girl we didn’t live where I could have a horse. I visited my Aunt in Connecticut every summer for a week or two and one day she brought me to one of her sons horse shows and put me on a friends horse. He was a big palomino and a kind old fella name Diesohab (I’m sure that is spelled wrong, it was an Indian name). My borrowed “show clothes” look awkward in the one picture taken but the huge buck-toothed smile on my face is evidence of the pure joy I felt that day. How I loved that horse and that one green satin ribbon.
So.. what to do with those ribbons as they start accumulating? I found some neat ideas on line and took matters into my own glue-gun wielding hands…
Back in the day… I played musical instruments and I drew and painted stuff. I had the time to nurture creativity and I dreamed of doing that for a living. Then reality took over — grown-up life got hectic with a job, then marriage and a family to raise..and of course the farm life with the work that entails. I’m not complaining, it’s all good.
Now that the family is just about grown and I don’t have to punch a clock at an office somewhere… I want to encourage my creative side again. I’d love to pick up an instrument and play again, but my hearing impairment hampers that tremendously. I have no excuse not to pick up a pencil or paint brush though, and at the beginning of the summer I had a moment. I was kayaking down the Menunketesuck River with camera in tow… and witnessed this moment of morning summer light and reflection on water that I felt could be a painting. So I took the picture and studied it at home.
Then I went to the art supply store and held the photo up to the girl working behind the counter. I said…” I want to paint this. Help me. ” You see… when I was younger I painted and then quit, because my work was flat. There was something missing in the depth of it all. I asked her to set me up with the right equipment to paint this painting, and I’ll see if I can figure it out this time.
We walked around the store as she picked this and that out, just the basics to start me off. She only pulled about eight colors off the paint rack… (oils) … and didn’t grab black. I said… “Don’t I need black for this painting?”… and she replied… “Well, you can buy one if you want, but here is something I learned in my painting classes……. NEVER use straight black. MAKE it… using other colors. In nature, there is no black… there is light reflecting off objects, which creates the colors you see. Also….. the trouble with oils is most people don’t have the patience to let the layers dry. Work from back to front, background to foreground”.
It was an AHA! moment for sure.
So I brought my supplies home and set up the easel in my living room. I got to work and this time had the patience to let the layers dry as I went… setting the whole thing aside for days at a time (oils take days to fully dry). I created the areas of darkness (not black!) with Raw Umber, reds, greens and blues. Go figure.
And holy cow, just like that, my painting was no longer – flat –
Now, I’m no professional artist, but I’m happier with the results and it feels so good to nurture creativity in this way again… all these years later.
Original photo
I saw a picture of a glass mushroom garden on FB a while back, and decided to put something similar together in a bland area of our perennial border. So… I went to the junk antique places along the shoreline and found a bunch of old glass bowls and vases to construct my own “mushroom” garden.
I’ve always admired this technique, but never looked into how to actually DO it. I figured it was pretty technical and I have the patience of a -gnat- when it comes to fidgeting around in the various photo programs.. especially Photoshop. (talk about confusing!.. am I the only one who feels this way about photoshop?)… Give me picmonkey any day.
1) Open a suitable photograph, this can be any subject but ideally it needs an area of bright colour that will have an impact when it’s finished while the rest of the photo looks good in black and white.
2) Select IMAGE>ADJUSTMENTS>DESATURATE to turn the photo black and white. But don’t take the photo out of RGB (i.e. don’t convert to black and white or mono) or the next step won’t work.
3) Select the history brush from the tool menu on the left of the screen (usually the fifth icon down in the right hand column), set hardness to 100% and choose a suitable brush size to work with on the section of the photo you want to put in colour.
4) Now use the brush and go over the area you want in colour, the brush will erase the black and white and bring back the colour. You may need to zoom and work close up on some sections. Take your time and change brush sizes if you need to.”
If you do try this, I’d like to post your finished work here… send it to karenthisoldhouse@hotmail.com in the next week or two and I’ll do a post if I get some from any of you. I’ll give you two weeks to give it a go.