The Angel of
Compassion is a painting that leaves the viewers to decide the
meaning for themselves. There are so many issues to touch on... from
global terrorism, ecology, politics, and hunger... to more personal
and intimate problems of ageing, abuse, depression, poverty, etc...
and everything in-between. It was difficult to narrow it down so... I
left it open. This painting touches on some very personal issues to
me but at the same time can apply to anyone, any time, anywhere.
There has been a fun
thing going around on Facebook lately. An artist, accepting the
challenge, posts three pictures of their artwork and nominates
another artist, everyday for five days. That adds up to 15 images and
5 fellow artists who accept the challenge and do the same. It is a
wonderful way to show off our favourite pieces. The best part is
seeing everyone else's artwork. Some is familiar and some is new to
me. A sort of on-line gallery. At first, I did not expect to get
nominated, but when it happened I decided it might be fun... and it
I have been
painting! It feels good to be working on a couple of projects. I am
blessed... my arthritis has been allowing me to paint without much
trouble. So I thought I would share what I am working on. You may
recognize my using dolls as subjects. I do believe I have found a
definite theme in my work. I really enjoy it and have other ideas so
I will be busy building up a body of work.
My parents, Rodney
and Phebe (Fleming) Bennett, were married on March 25th,
1955 at the First Baptist
Church in Portland, Oregon. They are still together! When they
had been married 50 years, I had the great blessing of visiting the
church and videotaped a tour.
This is one of my
favourite paintings I have ever done!
Time for a new vat
of Walnut Juice! The pots are freshly scrubbed and just begging to be
cooking something... and the plant pot full of walnut husks have sat
out front all winter turning into their wonderful blackness! I am
quite surprised the critters did not get into them this year. I
usually need to cover them up, but never did. (see also Oak Gall Soup)