Don't eat the yellow (or blue, or red, or green) snow.

Life lessons when you live in the frozen tundra called the Midwest. Veer clear of the yellow snow and ice for obvious reasons. But this is different. A little lesson in art which caught my eye and inspired me in a thrifty-crafty-pre-school sorta way. A simple concept of food coloring and watered solidified by the unbelievable winter temperatures we have been enduring. Resulting in a colorful ice-sculpture-garden that left me with a hankerin' for a Mickey Mouse Popsicle. I dunno, call me crazy I thought it was kinda cool (frigid pun intended).

I. Love. Her.

I spotted her out of the corner of my eye among the oodles and oodles of crap/treasures at Hunt and Gather. She's creepily fabulous with her slightly upturned grin/scowl and her prominent German nose. If she was still alive (painting circa 1920) she would definitely have I Feel Bad About My Neck on her short list of good reads. I mean, seriously, get a look at her gobbler! I bet she was a real bi-atch in the best-est sense of the word. The kind of broad who curtly sat in the front pew at church, but flew home to tear the top off the bottle of moonshine with her teeth. Yup, that's her. Forty bucks later (my Hubby says I got screwed) she earned her NEXT resting spot atop my mantle. NEXT, because who knows were she will land once her immortal life with me is over. But here's the real question... Where did she come from? I mean someone loved/hated her enough to paint her and now she ends up somehow, someway unwanted (except by me) at a local antique store. Where's her family, why isn't she creeping out her great, great, great grand kids friends instead of mine? Anywayz, she is fabo and I've decided she's my good luck granny. Oh, and her name... Mathers. Granny Mathers because Martina said so...

P.S. Antique art = Saving a Landfill. I love this peice (artist unknown) and this peice by my Great Uncle Quinten (painted for my MOM) too.

In Marlon's Hands...

We've covered a lot of ground this week. Weekend updates? Check. Cultural diversity? Check. Amy B's 30th Birthday? Check. And now it just seems right to talk art. Speaking of art... Reminds me of an old jingle from the Howard Hedger days: "Gene, Gene made a machine. Joe, Joe made it go. Art, Art let a fart and blew the whole damn thing apart!" Ok, seriously, grow up already would ya? Truly, this is one of my most fav-o-rito possessions. Marlon, this great kid, creates these one of a kind works of art with his mom. Marlon, whom I had the pleasure of meeting, is a fantastic kid with cerebral palsy. He doesn't let any of his challenges get in the way of being a happy child. I am proud to have my piece hanging in my kitchen where I can look at it and think of him each day. My works is about 24" x 36" and cost about $200.00 if memory serves. On the back it is "signed" with his hand print and numbered by his mom. Each piece is thick with paint swirled and maneuvered creating these valleys and ridges of texture. Now tell me where else you get a great piece of art for 4 Ulysses S. Grants'? I know! Check out his site, call his mom and jazz up a bare naked wall with his art work.