Big Red!

Hot off the press! Or maybe better stated, fresh out of the artist studio.

Yep, I've been at it again. This time painting another American Robin. I can't help it, I like Robins. These red-breasted birds signify Spring and Summer to me.

And for some reason, this season I've seen a lot of these pretty birds raising their young. So without further ado...I bring you "Big Red."

This acrylic painting on wood block measures 4.75 inches by 6 inches by 1 inch (about the size of a cd case) and is a perfect size to hang on the wall or display on your table top (as shown here).

This piece is now available to purchase online (click here) or visit http://www.racheldickson.com to view more paintings like this one.

Onward and upward for the arts!

Grand Rapids, OH and ART!

When one says, "Grand Rapids", everyone automatically assumes Michigan. And yet, there is a best kept secret here (well, sort of). There is a Grand Rapids, Ohio.

This town has recently become one of my favorites to peruse. Not only is there a very nice walk along the Maumee River (just so happens that this quaint little gem of a town borders the south side of the Maumee river), but also there are bunches of very fun shops and some fab galleries to peruse too!

Angelwood Gallery is one of these fab little art galleries located in downtown Grand Rapids, Ohio. Home to some very talented artists work from Northwest Ohio and happens to be VERY affordable art too! Yet why am I talking about this?  Well, it makes me smile to say that my artwork will now be on display and for sale amongst the many other talented artists work there.

The next show being featured at Angelwood is called "Fabulous Fibers 2013" which is the 6th annual fiber show hosted by Angelwood. Fiber works from Ohio artists as well as many other States will be on display and for sale from June 20-July 21 with the opening reception corresponding with downtown Grand Rapids' "Girls Night Out" Thursday, June 20 from 6p-8p.

In the mean time, go, be, DO!

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When neither choice is the one you want to make.

This morning's topic springs from lingering odors of last night. "Making choices. When neither choice is one you want to make." 

So last night while closing up the chicken barn for the night, the evidence was clear. Small piles of dirt from recent digging and odd sounds coming from under the shelving unit in the corner of the barn. And that all-too-familiar-musky smell faintly noticeable in the air. My heart sank. Skunk.

The chickens were all perched for the night looking on curiously as to what I was doing in the barn with the light on at this hour (it was after 10 o'clock). I was standing still, Remington .22 in hand and waiting and watching. And I'm in a quandary.  I've have run-ins with skunks before...so this wasn't new for me...which is most likely why I was in this quandary.

Skunks smell. And if you are in the mere vicinity of a skunk...that special little cologne they wear somehow permeates your clothing and even your hair! I'm standing there watching the shelving unit that this little guy is digging under. I can't see him yet, but I hear him moving around and he doesn't even seem to notice that I'm nearby (which I think is quite interesting because you would never come this close to a squirrel or a raccoon or a rabbit and they not take note that a human is close by.  Must have something to do with the fact that they don't fear much? I mean, why would they...they have that awful smelling musky spray on their side!)

Thoughts that are rushing through my mind at this point range from, "Oh crap, the chickens are gonna all smell like skunk," to "I really don't want to have to do this", to "I hope there aren't other skunks nearby (but there probably are)", to "Damn it! Here we go again with the skunks bothering the chickens" and everything in between.

So I wait. I wait for this skunk (which at this point I haven't seen how big he is or even if there is more than one because he is under the very bottom shelf) to emerge and hope that it doesn't get ugly. The dogs are in the house for obvious reasons. The chickens are all looking on tossing out a quick comment here and there.  I opt for the choice of having to do this. Regardless of the fallout, good, bad or otherwise.  (I don't even want to begin to imagine the dogs getting sprayed, the cats, the chickens, the kids. Ugh.)

Probably about 3-5 minutes have passed (which is a REALLY long time when you're standing still in a barn watching and waiting for something you really don't want to have to choose is about to take place). And yet, something was about to happen that I would have NEVER predicted.

The moment of truth came and went in a flash! In all of about 10 seconds the choice was made. Three shots later (because I can't bare undo suffering) I hear from behind me my name being called. ???

It was Isaac, our ten year old. He was standing in the doorway of the barn.  Now this was the LAST thing I wanted at this moment, for several reasons. One, Isaac is very compassionate when it comes to animals.  Two, I knew that the musk from the skunk was likely to intensely permeate ALL the air in the barn in the next few minutes and we both needed to get out of the barn quick. Three, the first question Isaac asked was, "Did you kill any chickens?" Which  made me realize I was going to have to give a very long and detailed explanation that I really didn't want to have to give.

So in less than 10 minutes the very simply task of closing up the chicken barn for the night became loaded with choices that I really didn't want to have to make. Life is like that. Unsuspecting we go about our daily details and BOOM, here comes a moment that we really don't want to face, but have no choice but to move through that moment doing the best we can with what we can best predict the outcome from those choices will be. And sometimes things come at us like rapid fire. Yet I have learned ESPECIALLY in those times, to trust your gut.  Our knowers know deep down inside what needs to be done. We just have to find the courage to do what we know to do.

Like walking through a dark woods with a flashlight, we can only see to the edge of the light. Yet as we walk we make our way out of the dark woods one step at a time. Arriving on the other side better for it. Better for the experience of it.

So the smell lingers, actually, the barn wreaks this morning. But life goes on teaching us about ourselves.

somethings I just don't understand

There's something that is very core to my being that when I see the opposite of it...it rattles me. The record screech stop and stare sort of rattle.
Disrespect or unkindness exhibited by one human being toward another.
Parents towards children, children towards parents, co-workers towards co-workers, students towards students, etc etc.
I just don't understand it. It's the very fabric of who we are..human beings...and yet, abuse and misuse is everywhere.
And yet it's as if we are teaching each other these things...how to or how not to act and behave and live and inspire, or not.
This is a dangerous thing...that seems to be chipping away at the "kindness factor." A smile, a kind word, a thank you, an act of gratitude, a "yes mam" or "please" or "what an outstanding job you did"...I hope and pray that these parts of our humanness never make the extinction list.
And yet, I too need to be reminded of expressing kindness to what's around me. So today I raise my hat to the billboard reminder. Be kind. Just because we are human.

Rooster politics and other fun observations from the chicken yard.

Living in the country has its benefits, one of which is being able to have our own chickens. Some folks are annoyed by the sound of a rooster crowing (and contrary to the old Warner Brother cartoons, roosters don't just crow when the sun rises). But for myself, the sound of roosters crowing and chickens cackling makes me feel right at home.

I grew up with chickens being a part of daily life. Feeding, watering and gathering eggs were just a few of the chores we completed on a daily basis. While I did grow some chickens for meat to raise money for a school function as a kid...my preferred version of chicken are egg-layers. I'm not picky about the variety of hen...just lay eggs. Oh and of course it goes without saying here too, chickens are hugely entertaining to watch.

Like every living thing, chickens have their own language. They alert each other to potential dangers, they announce freshly layed eggs, they communicate where the latest bit of savory food is located to each other and on and on.

Roosters on the other hand are a whole other ball of wax. When humans are present some roosters are very protective of "their girls" and others are very skiddish and evasive.  Shown in the photo above is our "main-barnyard-attraction" Mr. P Diddy. (Named by one of the kids because when he is in his defensive attack mode stance his neck puffs out...hence the name Puff Daddy or P Diddy for short...also loosely named after the rapper of the same name.)

P Diddy is especially comical to watch. He is most certainly a type-A personality rooster (if there is such a thing). This guy is busy, busy, busy ALL the time. Telling his girls about food he just found, or keeping a close eye on where everyone is in the barnyard, or keeping the other rooster (since we have two) at a safe distance and on and on. He's quite territorial and even has gone so far as to square off with me when I enter the barnyard (Not sure why he hasn't caught on that I'm there to just feed and water them. Bite the hand that feeds ya?).

If P Diddy were to run for political office...I am confident that his voice would sound EXACTLY like Foghorn Leghorn from the old Looney Tune Cartoons.
"pay attention son this is for your own good..."
If you need a reminder of what Foghorn Leghorn sounds like go here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKJ4klvtJYY&feature=player_embedded

Yep, barnyard politics are alive and well amongst the chickens. I'm sure I'll be sharing more barnyard chicken stories in the near future...so stay tuned. Oh, and I certainly will be painting some works that feature P Diddy and P Diddy Jr (the other rooster).

In the mean time, onward and upward for the arts!

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ahhhhhhh, that art show feeling!

Grand Rapids, Ohio has become my local "little favorite-downtown-scene-town." It's got that little shops scattered about downtown thing going on...plus just behind main street flows "the muddy Maumee" (the maumee river) as its referred to around here.

Ahhhh. I miss being near bodies of water...especially mountain rivers. So, the maumee will have to do in a pinch. But I digress.

There's an art gallery located amongst the shops along Main Street there in Grand Rapids called Angelwood Gallery. Chris and I stumbled upon this little gallery last year while walking from shop to shop one afternoon...which then led us to attend an art opening which since has led us to attend Saturday evenings art opening there at Angelwood.

It's SUCH a joy for me to be around art in the art-opening-sort-of-setting. The buzz and hub-bub that goes along with art shows is unmatchable. Like a shot of art energy right into the arm! And to experience this buzz with Chris is even more enjoyable for me...as I think she now has caught the art appreciation bug too.

Julie Beutler, owner of Angelwood is a potter. So naturally her work is on display and for sale at the gallery along with other local artists. But Saturday night was a show celebrating 20 years. (The celebration was actually two-fold....20 year anniversary or gallery and also of Julie creating pottery). In gallery years...THAT is a BIG DEAL! 20 years?? You know you're doing something right if you can make it 5 years let alone 20.
It was a joy to join in the celebration and attend Saturday night. And Chris and I also added to our personal art collection a similar piece of what's shown in the image above, a "homey". (Thought it's cute that Julie named this series of clay houses, "Homeys".) We now have a one-of-a-kind Julie Homey in our art collection!

Which I will just go ahead here and say...there's just nothing more fun than collecting art from favorite places and sharing in that experience with your life-partner. It truly is a pleasure to mutually appreciate art!
And a big high-five to all of you who have discovered this joy.
Go, be, buy art!!

A walk in the woods...taking the paintings for a hike and other fun adventures

I might be just a little bit crazy...(have been called worse things) but it seemed to me that a few of the finished paintings hanging in the studio were BEGGING to get out! And if you know me...I'm always up for an adventure...trying out something new.  So, I carefully put them into my backpack and off we went into the woods.

Each piece truly seemed to appreciate getting out! After all...who says paintings don't experience "cabin-fever" too? And the nearby wildlife was like..."Hi, there! Welcome to the woods."

Mr. Cardinal and Mr. Owl smiled a lot...as the warm breeze and sunshine smiled down on them.  Was only about a 2 hour adventure...but they seemed super-appreciative! And now hang again in the studio awaiting their new home.

OH!! and one OTHER really cool thing!! I TOTALLY ran into Equality while I was in the woods! Yet another reason I LOVE to get outside and wander amongst the trees.

Thank you nature for your blessings!

To learn more about these art pieces visit http://www.RachelDickson.com/rachels_art.htm