Hatful of Love

I've gathered fragrant memories,
from the garden of my heart
and kept them 'neath my hat

all the time we've been apart.

Now time and space will perish
with the passing of our lives
But love received, cannot be lost
For only love survives.

Warm and Wonderful

Blessed Children

Shadowland

Shadowlands

Shadowland. somewhere, twixt here and there, now and then... Behind the "why and "Who"... Between the where and when...
"I was", and "will be" searching high and low, and far and wide.
Awake, O dreamer,. Hush, be still and know "I Am" inside.

Blank Book

O thank you, Kindred Soul,
who knew that poet part within my heart,
would sing at such a thing-
It's seal, as yet unbroken,
must not a moment more be left intact,
as childlike now, I claim it as my own.
Throwing wide it's cloth bound doors, I catch my breath,
confronted by the purity of white-robed virgin page
which waits content to know no other pen but mine.
What power I feel to fill this book with any world I wish -
The options flood my fertile mind in endless waves of creativity.
I long to rush right in and fill it with myself,
but as I plan what things to pen, the higher grow my hopes
until impetuous, impish joy gives way to a trembling awe
as all the potential of words unframed are felt in a pregnant hush,
which knows no limitations but my own.
Within my mind, a veil is rent
and etched upon the tablet of my heart...
"...laid Him in a stone hewn tomb,
where no man yet had lain"
The day my Lord was slain, it then was I, not He,
who died upon that tree!
O Lord, I see, that white-robed page is me
O living Word, I wait, I wait...
content for You to fill me up with all Your hopes and dreams-
This mansion white on which you write, must house
the King of kings

Friends Amid the Fall

Canyon Grande

Measuring Up

The Judge measures the artist, his squires standing on his set of rules. The artist paints, submitting himself to the judging in order to share and paints himself right out of here.

Dorene has developed a point system for judging art shows, which eliminates much personal prejudice. Her point system concentrated on color harmony, composition, creativity and craftsmanship.

Dedicating it to every artist heart that cried and every judge who cared.

Art is art and analyze as one may, the ambiance it exudes cannot be contained in a box of our own making. The world takes this art, puts it on t-shirts and plates to make money.

~Combined Impact~

Amid a oneness between artist and viewer, a fine work is conceived and received aesthetically and appreciated intellectually.

~Color Harmony~

Under painting, scumbling, glazing without chalking or muddying. Transitions from tint to shade, warm to cold, or bright to dull. Combinations lavender loves green, fuchsia crowns orange, chartreuse marries peach, periwinkle blue dances in the presence of pastel teal, and fire resides in the heart of a cool pink rose.

~Composition~

The main ingredients of balance and tension also need to be interesting. The length of time a work captures the viewers interest directly corresponds to it's caliber of competence.

~Creativity~

Being different for the sake of being different is not creativity at all, but merely a form of social rebellion. Creativity is a category of enormous potential. An artist is not the Creator, but a connoisseur of creation, reflecting life in and around them in their own unique way.

If to copy from another is to be your lot, you may look grand and lovely, but original, you're not.

~Craftsmanship~

The more knowledgeable the judge, the fairer the score. The enemy of good craftsmanship is commercialism, somewhere between need and greed, an artist may lose his integrity. The professional quality of a work does much to raise the nobility of man.