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Monday, November 21, 2011
This story is about two women, Joy and Dixie, who were neighbors and friends for 50 years. They helped each other through many hard times, and celebrated good times together. Joy became terminally ill, and was too weak to do much other than stay in bed. Even though Dixie was in poor health as well, and was taking care of a sick husband, Dixie planted a beautiful flower garden for Joy to see out her bedroom window. After Joy died, the neighbors learned that Dixie had let her backyard go in order to keep up the beautiful front flower garden for Dixie.
I have wonderful neighbors named Josephine and Lyla who were generous with their time and let me photograph them for this painting. Thankfully, both are still healthy and able to plant and work in their flower gardens!
I got to paint my mom in this one! Thank you also to my cousins who also posed on the spur of the moment at their sisters' baby shower. (Yes, two sisters--I punctuated correctly.) I had a very short deadline, and it was divine planning, I'm sure, that placed me at a shower with all my models available that day.
The story is that a grandma of two teenage girls invited them to a choir concert. She wanted them to experience some fine music with her. As she was moved to tears, she looked over at her granddaughters, and was appalled to see that they were writing notes! Later, she learned that they were writing a letter to their brother back home, sharing how moving and wonderful the concert was, and how much they were enjoying it. The message is that we should not judge others too quickly, or jump to a wrong conclusion, but we should think the best of others.
Alex Haley, author of the book Roots, had a painting on his wall of a turtle on a fencepost. When people praised him for his accomplishments, he would say, "I am like that turtle. He didn't get where he is without help."
It was a little tricky to paint this one, since my favorite position of Haley was in black and white, so I had to imagine the color. I still need a lot of practice painting dark skin.
I was asked to illustrate the scene from Charlotte Brontë's novel Jane Eyre where Helen has just been flogged on the neck, yet she can still teach Jane about the power of forgiveness. I had never read Jane Eyre, so this was another learning opportunity for me.
I wanted this to be an impressive and moving piece, especially since it would have many more viewers than usual--it was shown before the October LDS General Conference. But the scene was a very undramatic one by nature. The girls lived in a boarding school, and everything there was very plain by design--the walls, their clothes, even their hair. I decided the only thing I truly had to work with was the lighting. So I chose to pose Helen in front of the fireplace so she and Jane would be backlit, and play with a bit of chiaroscuro. Unfortunately, watercolor is very hard to darken, so once I did my best with the paint on paper, I had to employ a digital darkening and contrast as well. Therefore, the original painting is not as impressive as this version.
Thank you to sisters Katrina and Rachel for modeling. You've become some of my good friends since you moved in, and I've been hoping for a painting in which I could use both of you, so here it is! Hope you like it!
When Benjamin Franklin was a boy, he traded all his money for a wooden whistle. He was excited and pleased with his purchase, until he brought it home and learned from his siblings that it was worth much less than what he had paid. Any time since then, he used the term "paid too much for his whistle" any time someone was spending their time, money, or effort on something that was worthless. Are we paying too much for our whistle?
Thank you Sage and Carson for playing dress-up and posing for my pictures, and for Anya, who always comes through with awesome costumes!
Lloyd Newell said, "If our own road ever seems to fit this description, we can take inspiration from the spirit of the pioneers. British pioneer Patience Loader described finding such inspiration on a frigid morning after a snowy night, when her mother asked Patience and her sisters to get up and start a fire. They each responded that they couldn’t—that it was too cold and they didn’t feel well."
"Mother said, ‘Come, girls. This will not do. I believe I will have to dance [for] you and try to make you feel better.’ Poor, dear mother, she started to sing and dance [for] us, and she slipped down as the snow was frozen. In a moment we were all up to help [her,] for we were afraid she was hurt. She laughed and said, ‘I thought I could soon make you all jump up if I danced [for] you.’ … She said that she was afraid her girls were going to … get discouraged, and … that would never do.”2
I was excited to paint this, since I had painted Patience Loader before. She was one of the girls helping her father pull the handcart in a Pioneer Day painting I did in 2009. So I asked the same family if I could photograph them again, and they were happy to help. Thank you Heather, Erica and Nikki, and especially Tanya for dressing up and dancing, even though you felt silly!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
|For "Loyalty to Liberty" on July 3, 2011|
Sunday, July 3, 2011
There is a Polynesian fable, one which is more violent than is here related. A monkey and a turtle were friends. One day Monkey saw a banana stalk floating down the river. He wanted the bananas but couldn't swim, so he suggested to Turtle that he retrieve it, and they'd split it and plant their parts.
|From "The Fruits of Selflessness" on April 17, 2011|
Once Turtle brought the banana stalk back, however, treacherous Monkey took the top half of the stalk, with all the bananas, and ran off. But Turtle knew that his part had the roots, so it would grow into more banana stalks over and over, while Monkey's bananas would be the last, and would never grow anymore again.
I like using this children's book, storytelling style of illustration, so it was a fun opportunity. Plus, I got to learn about how bananas grow!
Joseph B. Wirthlin said,
"Over the course of my years, I have met thousands of people. I have dined with the prosperous as well as the poverty-stricken. I have conversed with the mighty and with the meek. I have walked with the famous and the feeble. I have run with outstanding athletes and those who are not athletically inclined.
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I was asked to illustrate a story about a warden of San Quentin, a high-security prison in California. The prisoners were not treated well before he arrived, and he made major changes and improved their way of life. They respected him so much for it that he could walk among them, as he is doing here in the yard.
This was an interesting experiment in painting that we'd never tried before. The story is about a man who gets sick, but he wants to keep it to himself, so only his wife knows. But slowly, friends, home teachers, visiting teachers, neighbors, and family learn about it, and help him by bringing food, praying for him, etc.
It was very time consuming on our end, though. I had to paint both paintings, trying to get the backgrounds identical, which is impossible, and then I learned it was also unnecessary, since we painstakingly masked them completely out of their old background anyway. In the end, I learned a lot, it was nifty to watch live, and I'm grateful to Lori, Bill, Alyssa, Brian, Mark, Ann, and Lydia for their help. And thanks for the yummy cookies, Alyssa!
Monday, May 23, 2011
For this image, I needed to show a college student who was homesick and missing her family.My good friend Caroline suggested I visit her niece Meka at BYU. The dorm was perfect--just what I remembered from dorm life--cinder-block walls! What says dorm room more than that? I had her resting on the top bunk of her roommate's bed. Meka was an excellent model, and I suggested she try a job as a model at BYU. We had a picture of her very large family, which we put on the wall as reference. I chose an image of a home with a forlorn, wistful sky to put next to Meka, trying to boost the mood of homesickness further. I heard that her father would be traveling from California to view the broadcast live! I hope they enjoyed it. Thanks so much, Meka!
I was asked to portray Tony Blair as a 10-year-old boy at school. He was worried about his father, who was serving in the war. His teacher suggested praying for him, but young Tony said, "I don't think my father believes in God."
"That's okay," his teacher said, "God believes in him."I researched Tony Blair and learned that he went to school in a Choral School for Boys. I learned that most of those schools were converted old cathedrals, and the boys would spend a lot of time practicing singing--hence all the boys choirs with the high voices. I decided this would be best portrayed in a school uniform, however, rather than a choir uniform that looked like a high-collared nightgown.
Scott and his son Kaden were so sweet to do this for me! Kaden is a sensitive 10-year-old neighbor, and when I told him that his picture would be on TV, his eyes lit up and his jaw dropped! Getting him to act worried about his father while his father was standing right there was a little hard, though. Scott eventually achieved it by reminding Kaden of all the homework he still had left to do. That produced the sad face! Thanks a ton, Kaden and Scott!