Night! Yikes!
We’re going to the dark side with this prompt! It seems like our options are wide open with this one. We could really do any subject matter, as long as it’s in the night time. I’m planning a landscape. I’ve never done a nighttime scene, so I’m enjoying this challenge.
Bon Festival Night
I’m very interested in this challenge “Night”. I can’t see anything but I can feel something invisible in the dark. For example,Fairy,Ghost,Monster,Witch…. So,”Night” is fantastic even creative the moment. Especially I feel like the nostalgic who had died already. Bon Festival in Japan, It’s believed that our ancestor spirits
"Night": prompt #7
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.” -Vincent Van Gogh Cafe Terrace at Night, Vincent Van Gogh We Cloth-in-commoners have been together long enough now that I think I have a sense of what you all are about and so I
"We've all come to look for America . . ."
That’s our little red Prius out on the road... Three years ago my husband, Ray, and I embarked on a 9,000 mile road trip across America and back. We set off with a plan, a sense of adventure and the sound of Simon and Garfunkle echoing in my head
On Her Way
On Her Way On a two week fiber artist tour of Japan, I took over 6000 photos. I was snapping away everywhere we went! I wanted to absorb everything and bring it all back home with me. I knew that some of the images I collected would
Good Intentions
There is a saying – ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions’. And I guess we can all think of times in our history when good intentions, often cited as being for ‘the greater good’ have lead to evil, brutal acts. But the saying is also sometimes
On the road
This piece is about the “road”. However, When I tried to create a piece with this prompt, I have been a great deal of thought. Of those thoughts, I came up with impressive roads. And I wanted to express the impressive scenery and feelings I felt on the road.
Sunset Boulevard
I painted on a piece of fabric, and ended up using all my colors. In July I visited New York with my granddaughter, and we had a fabulous view at night from the roof of the house we were staying. Overlooking Manhattan. Manhattan seen from our roof in
Familiar Territory
“Road” evokes many thoughts, memories, connotations. I knew I wanted to take it very literally, so I googled all the streets I ever lived on in my life. I made a list of all the places where I lived and counted 13 different addresses. Some were in small towns,
The Land and the Roads
My great grandfather moved from the family farm in hilly, rocky Franklin County Pennsylvania to the rich, flat soil of Northeast Ohio. It was a smart move for a farmer, but as his descendant, I felt that Ohio was boring. I longed to live someplace hilly and interesting, like