I’m so excited today I am prepping materials for family day at the DMA. I am the feature community artist and my project is: “Deep Roots and Wide Branches”
Come co-create a collaborative piece of art with me at the Dallas Museum of Art tomorrow!! Come write your family story into our collaborative art project. What makes your family special? Is it your deep roots or your wide stretching branches?
“my great granny made me feel like I was the only person on earth and that we had all the time in the world.”
“We all sit down every night for dinner at 6, and everyone can always bring a friend, it can be pretty crazy, but our dinner table is how I think of my home and family.”
Come paint, come play, and come write your story into our family tree. You will have the chance to try out a variety of mixed media tools and techniques, Our collaboration will be structured with enough direction to ensure success and enough freedom to allow for creative expression. DMA Saturday Nov. 2nd 11am-4pm
“Friendship plants itself as a small unobtrusive seed; over time, it grows thick roots that wrap around your heart”. -Anna Lyndsey
My mom asked if I would paint a daisy image for the cover of a yearbook she was compiling. The yearbook was for PEO, a women’s group she has been part of for over 40 years. I have so much respect for the work and relationships she and her friends have nurtured through that organization. Like the seeds of a daisy, those friendships have grown thick roots around not only their hearts, but mine as well. (You know it is a deep friendship, when love extends to an adult daughter.)
So, here is the daisy, which I was delighted and honored to paint, and may their friendships continue to bloom for many years to come.
“Blessed are you pilgrim, if your backpack empties of things and your heart doesn’t know how to hold so many emotions.”
The Cruz de Ferro (Iron Cross) is located on the Camino de Santiago. Specifically, it is located on the highest point of the French way between the towns of Manjarín and Foncebadón.
Pilgrims traditionally leave a stone at the Cruz de Ferro. Most people bring a stone from their home. The stone represents a burden: physical, and symbolic.
The cross is 550km (340 miles) from where we started in St. Jean Pied de Port, France.
The day we arrived in France, we got off the train and met a pilgrim I would end up walking many days with. She was 20 years older than me, and 20 times fitter than I was. We were, however, the same height, which it turns out is a key in determining stride. We made good walking partners. We shared stories as we walked. Like many pilgrims, our packs were too heavy at the beginning. The subject of the rocks came up a lot. She was carrying not only her rock, but rocks for friends who couldn’t walk the miles themselves to the Iron Cross. As our friendship increased, she shared that she was carrying a letter of forgiveness for a hurt that she had been holding into for more than 50 years, she planned to lay it at the iron cross.
Sometime before we reached the Cruz de Ferro, our rest days didn’t line up and me and my walking buddy were separated. The day we climbed to the cross, I walked in the pouring rain with my daughters. It was somber as we climbed the hill. The Cruz de Ferro wasn’t just a giant pile of rocks, there were letters, photos, baby shoes and all kinds of mementos. You could feel the emotions from the centuries piled up. I imagined the burdens and prayers floating to heaven in the stormy clouds. After days of separation, my friend and I met again at the exact moment we reached the cross. With a tear stained face, and a smile that stretched from ear to ear she told me “I left it at the foot of the cross and I feel lighter.”
Today is Good Friday. As I journey to the cross today, my journey will be the same symbolic one Christians have journeyed for centuries. My pilgrimage will be the stations of the cross. Since the Middle Ages, people unable to walk a religious pilgrimage, would walk the stations.
One of my favorite parts of my childhood Christmas tradition, was candlelight service on Christmas Eve. I LOVED being there. I love the greenery, the hymns, and the candles at the end it. For me, is nothing short of magic when we light the whole church from one person to another. It makes me cry every year.
If you know me very well, you know I love to go to bed early, young child early. And, I am happy to make an exception if I am expecting someone. I can remember (before cell phones) the mix of excitement and worry waiting for an out of town relative who was expected to arrive earlier. We would brew coffee and play card games and listen for tires in the street. I also waited, and labored through the night for my children to be born.
Tonight I will wait for another baby to arrive. I will soak in all the smells and bells of midnight mass with my family. My heart will leap with joy to know I am celebrating with people all over the world. Merry Christmas to all of you!
I just finished this pet portrait! Do you have a pet lover in your life who you need a Christmas gift for? Why not give them an original painting of their favorite furry friend? You can give them a card in their stocking, and they can enjoy the process of working with me on a commission:). https://julianacrownover.com/product/pet-portrait/
One of the feistiest hummingbird in North America. The brilliant orange male and the green-and-orange female Rufous Hummingbird are relentless attackers at flowers and feeders, going after (if not always defeating) even the large hummingbirds of the Southwest, which can be double their weight.
Note: I bought a special handmade watercolor pan made with mica. I LOVE mica! Bring on all things glitter! Last year I learned from Carol Ho about cooking beans in micaceous pots, and the amazing potter ,Barbara Campbell, set me up! My beans have never been more delicious, and now mica is in my watercolor pallette too! Isn’t the world prettier with a little sparkle?
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