W.R.F.D AM Worthington, Ohio

                   I know as an artist, one of my favorite thing is to draw or paint with music.  Growing up we kids listened to rock/pop/soul music.  Must of the time it was W.N.C.I, of  QFM.96 Columbus.  On the AM stations it was 610W.T.V.N.  or W.C.O.L. or The  Delaware, Ohio Station.    Sometimes if we wanted to relax, we choose the station my grandparents used on FM W.B.N.S.  Classical it was W.O.S.U.
                   Even though we listened to easy listening, rock in the car when mom would drive, dad was never shy about listening to his country music.  Sometimes he would listen to our music Only if it was easy listening.

                 I remember how "Cool" it was to listen to the F.M Frequency, AM got to be you know "Lame" after while, must of the time it was all-talk or became all-talk.  So must of my years growing up it went from AM to all FM on the radio dial.   It wasn't until 1981, that I was making a " run around" on the dial that I switched it to AM, just out of boredom that came across a Contemporary Christian Music Station , W.R.F.D.  It was and still is a Crystal Clear frequency.  It caught my attention and I feel in love with the music.  Christian music seemed new to me then, even though it ha been around several years before that.
          I had always loved singing the old Hymns in church, but that was mainly the only time you heard  the Hymns was at church. Since I started listening to W.R.F.D, I made several tapes of songs from the station, songs that almost all my family knew or became to know.  For Christmas and graduation, my sister would get me an album from one of the artist.   Whiteheart, 2nd Chapter Of Acts, Michael. W. Smith, Sandi Patti , Harvest and Larnelle Harris.  I was surprised that even some music artist that I grew up with on the pop, rock charts, crossed over to record Christian music Elvis Presley, Debbie Boone and B.J Thomas.  Even in Country Music, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Red Folely, Charlie Daniels and Lulu Roman Smith ( Hee-Haw).
              On the F.M station, I started to listen to W.C.R.F and now 104.9 The River, but I still hold fond memories of the station that gave me a great love for Christian Music and started down a deeper path of love and appreciation for Christ.  W.R.F.D, AM WORTHINGTON, OHIO.

First song I ever heard on W.R.F.D was Dallas Holm"I Saw The Lord"

The artists and songs I will always treasure, I first heard on W.R.F.D

                           

Going Back To What We Sang In Choir, How I Miss Those Days!

                               I listed two versions of the same Hymn, I just liked them both.  In was in my senior year at Olentangy High School in Choir we sang this version at Grey Chapel at O.W.U. Campus for a spring concert.

                               Of course, this isn't my High school Choir, back in 1985, video wasn't common.  We did sing this version of "Memory" and "All My Trials"
                               This really takes me back to those days, I sang in The Christian Alliance Choir after I was married.  Since my husband's death, I haven't sang in the choir again.  I love to hear my daughter perform at my old school.  Well, I should say anywhere she sings!

                               I sang this with the rest of Olentangy High School Choir at my graduation in 1985. This choir does an excellent job with it too!  Our Commencement was at Grey Chapel on O.W.U Campus ,June 8th 1985.

One Of My Favorite Music Albums From Enya

                            I used to have this on tape, but because of continuous use, I wore it out.
                         My love to you Schizz, I know you like this too!

Holding You In My Dreams Tonight!

                                         They are very pretty pieces, hope you enjoy them
                                         Love You Schizz!

'Texture"

                   Every artist like myself loves to create a work of art that looks "Real" so real that it can jump right off of the canvas.  Texture is used to create this effect.
                   In pencil, this can be done by presenting a pattern of value, light to dark or flash of highlight itself.    The consistent stroke of the pencil, such as to render a subject's hair, for instance, fur on an animal or surface of an object , wood sand..etc..
                   In paints, all the above can be used BUT a painter will also apply various thickness of the medium.  Painting knives are excellent for this.
                   In clay, grooves cut into the soft resin, makes lines and deep grooves either stationary or on a potter's wheel.
                   In wood working, much like clay, it can be cut or chiseled, only the artist will sand the wood to a silky finish .  Stains bring out the wood's natural beauty thus completing the fished product.
                   All this says that in the end of each process,  the work is more lovely and appreciated.
       I got thinking about "Texture" quote on quote while resting to battle off this flu. The only real difference between Wood, clay and paint verses pencil is simply "Feel or Touch".   Thinking about it, a person can feel or touch wood , clay or even the strokes of paint on the canvas.  "Smell or Fragrance" can as well be used for the same three, oil paints, especially have a distinct odor, wood being cut or sanding, has a almost spicy sweet fragrance and well clay..is earth.  Pencil is one of the most limited I guess out of all of the forms of art.
                 Pencil, however is my favorite because, unlike wood, clay and paint, which starts out as form.  Pencil has to work to create form out of nothingness...that is an awesome thought.
                 Aside from that and back on the subject of "Feel" as living, breathing beings this is the focus of who we are.
                 I think of how the sensations we encounter in our everyday lives, that we may take for granted.
For instance, after spending all day on our feet, how good it feels, just to take off our shoes and feel the carpeting as we walk in our homes, or maybe even walking through the grass on a warm summer day in our bare feet.
                My favorite, going to the beach and taking off your shoes to enjoy the warm crystal sand against your feet, its almost a pity to get into the water.  How about when you are tired and a nice hot shower just sounds good to you.  That first wave of soothing water hits and you close your eyes, just taking in those few moments of pleasure.
               Above all these, I think the most I miss is being held by a man for comfort, or even holding him for his comfort.  Touch is an amazing thing, somehow, no matter how the day goes, all worries and hurts just go away and it is made right again.
               If an artist can covey all of  " Texture", then he or she has done their job.  After all artist can go by memory and how that memory felt.  Just experiencing the joy that I give to others by those savored moments in my life, not only adds the "Feel' but adds "Texture" not only for myself, which is a mute point but to the ones I create for.   That is where the true beauty lies.

Saying I Love You Before Going To Bed At Night.

         This was a tradition started in my family when I was little.   I always said that to everyone from my mom and dad to my sisters and brother.   I just never felt like the day had completed right without telling everyone that I cared about that I Love Them.   Even the last thing I told my late husband before he passed away, even though I never wanted it to be the last, were those precious three words.
          I say that to the kids before the three of us head off to bed.
   Many miles away in Amesbury, Massachusetts, a certain man I refer too affectionately as Sir Anthony or Schizz, I just want to say the same three words. I pray that he reads this every night before he goes to bed.   No matter what, how very important he is to the three of us here..I Love you
          You are being thought of and all your family there!

The Last Supper

   "A New Command I Give You, That You Love One Another As I Have Loved You"
                   Christ said at the last supper which in history would have been tonight
  I know many associate "The Last Supper" painting by Leonardo Di Vinci, but one of my favorite paintings too is done by Warner Sallman, "Christ Standing At The Heart's Door" It became a favorite of mine when I saw it for the first time hanging in the church.
  I think it is appropriate for tonight too, because He loved us so.
Thinking of all my dear ones,

Love you

The Old Rugged Cross--Tennessee Ernie Ford.avi

He Lives

Because He Lives

Up from the grave He arose

RISE AGAIN - DALLAS HOLM

Happy Easter-Love You

Cartoons That Remind Us To "Wash Up"

     When the kids were younger, one of their favorite cartoon on "Nick" was Spongebob Squarepants.  I have to give the creators of this cartoon credit, they have some well written episodes...well I have to say it that remind of the humor of everyday life.  I once met a couple, whose wife was a artist and a museum in New Washington.  It was their son who done artwork for "Spongebob" creators.  Real wonderful couple and great family.  I wanted to share some of these cartoons that I found funny...they are older ones but they are great..
enjoy!

Just Making A Cyber Phone Call.

    Got to send a call and long distant hug to everyone.  Sometimes it very lonely and at times when I can't think of anything to say, I got to let everyone I love know I am still here.  I just hope and pray they are all listening.  I am in a downtime in my artwork.  When it is so nice outside,but the ground is so wet, you can't do anything in the yard because it just leaves mud.
    Today I went to "People In Need" to visit the food pantry.  All the people there are super nice, especially Lula.  She knows me by sight but is starting to know my name.  They are a group of elderly people who mainly work there.   A man helped me load food in back of my car who had been married to his lovely wife for 65 years.  Sweet couple, I wish them the best.  Just a good feeling today overall, I just had to share it!
Love you SCHIZZ

When Love Is Inside An Artist Mind..

    It has been a cloudy day and as the night sets in and the evening comes alive with lights all around.  I can't help but think of the one I love, so many miles away. Thoughts flow, especially on a friday night, where he is , what he is doing and how he is doing and if he is feeling as lonely as I am for each other's company.    It true for me, having someone like him close to me, would mean the world. Somewhere alone maybe.   Feeling his absence, I posted his picture on my facebook page, allowing myself to see him again.
I guess I always want him to know, how much I care for him and love him, even though I am not sure if he reads what I write.

For everyone who is thinking of the one they love, I know I am.

Ok, I Admit It, I Am A Old Fuddy Duddy But Dog-Gone , I Got To Gripe, Give Me Some Old Time "Rock' N' Roll"

    My daughter came to me yesterday and said "Mom, you got to hear this song, its bad."  So she brought the song "Talk Dirty To Me" up on YouTube by way of her IPhone.  What I saw in the lyrics was ...well...Bad!  An English Teacher's Nightmare to say the least.   Filthy is a word to describe it, only the word is too clean.  What happened to sweet love songs, its like we pole-vaulted over suggestive to X-Rated.
     So much so, I am not even posting the original song on this blog, instead a mock of it.  I am a prude, but hey, enough is enough.  This is my "Freedom Of Speech"  Give me some old time Rock'N'Roll  for the "Old Time Old Fuddy-Duddy!"