Elizabeth Post Johnson~River Moon Artistry

My Peacock; "Cornell" Ta Da!!!! Cornell was finished at the end of July. He is now in place on Schwenk Drive in Kingston, NY in front of Ryan & Ryan Insurance. As you can see, the stone statue idea did not work out. I like this outcome much better. Cornell was inspired by Thomas Cornell.... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Cornell_%28politician%29 Whose place in our local history is firmly established.

  “I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ― Maya Angelou My previous post I declared my self embrace of being an Artist, of using the WORD Artist to describe myself. Even though I am self taught.  I also shared about someone who helped make me feel "less than" myself. I have also made peace about that person because I believe they were projecting personal issues on me, and the other people as well.  Sad. Anyway, accepting the Artist title.... That does not come without regrets. I wish... that I could have gone to school for Art. I wish I were in the position to go to school for Art now.  I lack a quirky spontaneity I wish I possessed, but then again there are some chances I take out of ignorance. All in all. I am who I am. I am painting a Peacock for a fundraiser for a local park in Kingston.  I love peacocks. But, I am trying to look at them di

In Art, In Life, In Love, In everything, there will always be mistakes. How we handle them is what determines the preservation of our sanity. The mistakes pictured are from a recent calligraphy job. And that got me thinking.  I do not call myself a calligrapher. I am not that, I am not one. But, I am an Artist, who likes to use the art of beautiful writing and sometimes is able to benefit from practicing this art for other people to address their invitation envelopes, or adorn a loose watercolor rendering with a short poem.... a true calligrapher is very practiced, very focused on their art. They know quite a few lettering styles and use them regularly and without hesitation But, I like what I do as well because it is right for me, it is simple and fairly easy for me. When I was younger, I shied away from referring to myself as an artist. I did not go to school for Art. I felt there was no way for me to do this. Life. Was a mess. Being around artists was not a comfortable place

....On my Shoulders, Makes me happy...... A beautiful May evening (frost warning in effect actually, yes... will the Hudson Valley Winter of 2013-2014 never end?) to have John Denver singing in your head. Challenging myself to blog. Blog. blog some more.  One of my beading friends started hers today,and this past weekend I read a mini book about blogging for Etsy success... so...I asked Karen of Bucci Handmade Jewelry if we should challenge each other. I shall give it a go. Happy Spring. I made this piece for an Art Show happening this weekend at Cornell Street Studios, the show is Garden Party. Happy Mother's Day. Have a great weekend.

             My pieces all ready for this past weekends show at Cornell Street Studios in Kingston, NY. The theme of the show was Animal Soiree. I didn't get to go to it because I had a family obligation but it sounds like it went very well! If you are in the Kingston, NY area, check out Cornell Street Studios on Cornell Street near the train tracks in Kingston. You will not be sorry, I promise you!

When I was in 6th grade I had an Art teacher whose name was Mr Shadrin. It was the 1st time in my school career that I failed Art repeatedly. Since this was in 1972 or so...no one really became concerned that I was failing my favorite subject. It was Art after all, not important. Not that Mr Shadrin was a bad teacher, I just didn't understand what was happening. His field really was Media Art and I did not grasp it at all. He wanted us to think abstract.. I couldn't. Affixing feathers to microscope slides to put under a projector was not the way I felt Art was. I am pretty sure (in retrospect) that Mr. Shadrin was enjoying his share of after school LSD and Marijuana when he thought up the projects for us. At the time, I just thought there was something wrong with him. I try to think abstract.. it is still very hard. When I placed feathers between microscope slides I could not help but think of Mr Shadrin and his strange mind, although at this point in life it does not seem