Depending on the mood of the day, a quiet time of relaxation from all the cares of this world, one can find an inner release of self-expression through paint & brush. It’s my first ever drawing of a zebra. And I never thought that I’ll get confused along the way, which is really black and which is really white? I was copying a picture, I didn’t realize there was an ear in my painting. Zebras have ears! lol
It was harvest time, and the colors of the season are orange and brown. I want my pumpkin to be so unique so here it is!
I went to the market that day, and bought a pineapple. I used to be intimidated by pineapples. If I have one, how can I cut them like the pros from the fruit stands? Not anymore, now I can cut them and even paint them my style. We love pineapples!
Finally, poinsettias! I never expected that the pot of poinsettias I bought will really stay up to this day and be ready for next Christmas. Haha! Battle of poinsettias next Christmas season.
A little time set aside for art appreciation for girls bonding while the boys went to Japanese town to check out some anime stuff, thus maximizing our drive to LA. I was really hoping to see Henri Matisse’s works displayed but it turned out it’s Warhol’s works on exhibit. There was confusion somewhere. I became curious before going there to see Andy Warhol’s controversial Shadows because of the reviews.
Now, the critic, looking closely and examining this particular canvas and processing what makes it an artwork. Imagine 102 canvases bigger than Michelle in size, displayed in the main hall. She didn’t say a thing.
The show was big and bold. Bold in the sense that a famous and influential artist like Warhol, would create something like that, humongous monochromatic series of silkscreen paintings. He likes to awaken people’s curious minds. I read somewhere that he likes boring things. That makes it interesting.
A pile of glass with broken pieces on display.
This generated a look that only a mother could understand what’s going on in her mind and prompted a response from a mother that only a daughter could comprehend. Another piece of controversy?
She asked me to buy this book from the museum store. A watermelon lemonade ended our trip to the museum.
It’s during one of those days where mother and daughter bonding happens in between chores and homework, over messy counter and dining table. Part of the daughter’s homework is to practice playing violin for at least 30 minutes. She was complaining of how difficult for her to do her recital piece. I hope she won’t give up on that Vivaldi. Anyway, I encouraged her to repeat after me, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13). She then continued and finished her routine practice with some (playing by ear) Jason Mraz songs. I offered her some Ferrero chocolates as a booster. We decided, we want to relax and relieve some stress so we started painting. We’ve done fall painting last time, so we thought of doing different seasonal painting. We came up with these:
Mich painted this using our tiniest paint brush, 5/0 Princeton spotter. She wants to torture our brushes, you know. And she wants to use the newer ones. Anyway, she combined different neon and metallic acrylic to produce this artwork. She called it “Winter Leopard.” So those are leopard footprints.
One season ahead than Mich, I did this “Spring Flowers” using a big brush on an 11×14 watercolor paper. I need more brushes! That concluded our bonding moment. We love to paint not only our nails, but also using different media.
Earlier that day, I painted some triangles inspired by the challenging geometry homework done by Mich with the help of her uber patient tutor, her dad. Haha! Common Core! This is for you, father and daughter tandem! Solve my triangles.
11×15 Acrylic by Che
I was inspired by a young lady’s story about her calling to be a blessing to the nation of Jordan. We prayed for her and the word spoken to her as she goes back to Jordan to do humanitarian works was “ripple”. That her passion will cause a ripple effect in the lives of people in Jordan, both the locals and the hundreds of thousands of refugees from Syria. With what is happening there right now, so many things popped in my mind. The reality of us being blessed and comfortable in this part of the world is overwhelming while millions of people in the war torn places in Middle East are continuously suffering. It’s heartbreaking to think that those people don’t have the time to grieve and can’t even bury their dead. Being displaced in a different country and being uncertain of future was mind-boggling. The least that we can do is to pray for them and donate at least.