The Power of Art

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Change of Season

Change of Season

I‘ve long believed that art has the ability to soothe, heal, and create beauty in a way that nothing else can do. I also believe that our Creator wove art into the very fabric of our world. Colors. Textures. Shadows. Light. Depth. Patterns. Each tiny detail is there for a purpose.

The American Art Therapy Association stands behind the assumption that art has powers beyond that first glance. Art therapists have a unique approach to treating patients. A statement on their official website explains it this way:

Art therapy is a mental health profession in which clients, facilitated by the art therapist, use art media, the creative process, and the resulting artwork to explore their feelings, reconcile emotional conflicts, foster self-awareness, manage behavior and addictions, develop social skills,improve reality orientation, reduce anxiety, and increase self-esteem.

On a personal level, I create art for myself as much as for others to enjoy.  I’m a photographer as well as an artist who works with a Wacom tablet, creating original digital paintings. I choose my colors and textures intentionally. Some of my artwork contains two or three textures. Others require seven or eight layers. One of my greatest feelings of accomplishment is when someone approaches me with a custom order and we work back and forth via my Etsy shop to come up with artwork that satisfies a specific need. I’ve created art for parents who have lost a baby; a couple celebrating the purchase of their first home; and an interior decorator who volunteers her services annually to a group home for disabled adults.

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To celebrate my love for art and what it represents, I’ve launched a 25% Winter Discount sale on everything in my gallery. Sale will end on January 31, 2014.

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Painting the Day Away

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So I dragged out my trusty Wacom Intuos tablet and assembled a few Photoshop brushes. Watercolor, impasto, wet sloppy oil. Sometimes I like to lay my camera down for a season and let the colors roll across my Mac like paint dribbles.

There’s something about painting with a digital tablet that reminds me of fishing.
It empties the mind of anything that takes analytical thought. It fires up the creative juices. And it makes me feel a little (excuse the non-delicate term) artsy-fartsy.

I’m a lover of color and swishy marks. I like letting the stylus dance across the tablet while layers of color and shape take their places on the screen above.

Here’s the first – “Outside Looking In”:


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…and here is one I completed today – “Tidepool”.

What do YOU do for a break from the routine? Which creative niches speak most to you?

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Day Trips are Good Medicine

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I crawled out of bed at 5 A.M. yesterday morning, put the coffee on and gathered my camera equipment. Almost forgot my Sandisk memory card, but that’s another story altogether.

Headed east over the Santiam Pass, to an area of Oregon that rearranges the senses and drags one “Ahhhh!” after another out of me. I am (fortunately) married to a wonderful guy who loves to drive. In fact, it’s an accepted fact now, after almost 42 years of marriage, that a two-hour trip will translate into a four-hour adventure. He keeps his foot close to the brake pedal, knowing I’ll let out a squeal and want to bail out the passenger side for photos.

That’s how it went yesterday. I’ll let the images speak for themselves. Soak them up and enjoy the beauty of God’s creation. For truly, I’m in awe whenever I hike down a hillside or lift my head to see the top of an awesome tree, like the one near Lost Lake, inhabited by numerous woodpeckers. Then there’s the majestic peaks standing watch over the city of Bend (and, on their backside, over an amazing expanse of volcanic rock spewed there thousands of years ago). Each stop left me without words. Every detail, every reflection, every hue of Autumn’s paintbrush was such a gift–especially in an area that was ravaged by fire a decade ago.

Made me glad to be a photographer.

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