Squeeze Me, Valentine
5.5″x4″ mixed media painting on rag paper. The painting has a .25″ border and will need to be framed and matted by you.
This painting is SOLD
contact me directly maria@mariapacewynters.com
Butterfly Dreams
This is a 8″x10″ mixed media painting on wood/stone paper. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are RED (no frame needed).
This painting is available HERE.
Just like the butterfly, I too will awaken in my own time. ~Deborah Chaskin
Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,
Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows.
I envy you, drunk with flowers,
Butterflies swirling in your dreams.
~Ch’ien Ch’i, translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Blue Poppy
5″x7″ mixed media painting on rag paper. The painting has a .25″ border and will need to be framed and matted by you.
This painting is available HERE or contact me directly maria@mariapacewynters.com
Peachy Poppies
5″x7″ mixed media painting on rag paper with .25″ border.
This painting is available HERE.
maria@mariapacewynters.com
Ready
This is a 5″x7″ mixed media on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE.
Ready for her ballet performance,
a little nervous,
but ready.
maria@ mariapacewynters.com
The Summer Garden (The Poppy Walk Lrg.)
This is a 18″x18″ mixed media painting on canvas. The sides are painted red and are 3″deep.
More poppies…’tis the season.
This painting is available HERE.
maria@mariapacewynters.com
Three Ballerinas
This is a 9″x12″ mixed media painting on claybord. The sides are 2″ deep and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE.
The Light
This is a 5″x7″ mixed media painting on paper. There is no border. It is available HERE
maria@mariapacewynters.com
The Novice Show
Scarlett, the wild flower, performed in her novice show today ….
oh, beautiful, beautiful wild flowers…
As She Grows
6″x8″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE.
When I was eight, my sister, Lisa, died. She was three years younger than me, just like Scarlett is to Imogen. The difference is that my sister was born severely brain-damaged. My family mourned for those five years while this tiny little thing suffered through full body casts, seizures and pneumonia. To say that her death was a blessing sounds cruel and really, too simple. The death of your daughter or sister can never really be considered a blessing. The idea that it even could be, illustrates how unbelievably hard and painful her life must have been. To think about her continuing down that difficult and unrelenting path into her adulthood was almost unbearable. I know my mother went down that path, often, and I can imagine that those thoughts must have been very tiring and terrifying. Of course, I didn’t think of these things as a child. All I thought about was that my sister was gone. Miraculously, two days before she died, my mom gave birth to a new baby, another daughter. I felt like I had traded one sister for another and I felt guilty about this because even as a baby, this sister, was significantly different. This sister could be held, carried and cuddled. In the morning I would sneak into my parents room and steal this sleeping baby from her cradle. She was a living doll. My mother never stopped me or disciplined me for this. Perhaps she realized that this was my healing process. Holding this perfect new life in my arms helped me forget the pain of the loss of Lisa. Or maybe, my mother was so deep in mourning, so tired from all of the pain and anguish that she had suffered over the past five years, she didn’t have it in her to worry about any of this. I don’t know, as a mother of two daughters, I can not even imagine .
It never ceases to amaze me how the present can make us remember the past. To relive that time with the new perspective that only time can give us. Thanks, Dad, for reminding me of this time and the similarities of my girls right now and of course,undeniably, the differences. I have often thought about how it would have been if Lisa had been ‘normal’. If she hadn’t been born with such insurmountable hurdles. She was the length of a five-year when she died, but she was like an infant, unable to even raise her head. My mother carried her around on her hip, as you would a small babe, for those five years. She was so beautiful. Her hair was honey brown and she had big beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Her skin, like peaches and cream. She truly was an angel. She was pure innocence. When ever I think of her, I think of a tiny fawn.
Lisa would have been forty this year and today, that baby that helped us all get through that difficult time, turns 35. Happy Birthday, Emma, your timing was truly a perfect example of when a door closes, a window does indeed open.
You Can Hold Me In Your Hand
This is a 8″x 10″mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE.
You can hold me in your hand.
You can hold me in your heart.
While you sleep.
So you can sleep.
AND FINALLY, the winner for May is….
….Kathy (Mudgoddess) YEAH!
The Poppy Walk
10″x10″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and painted red.
This painting is available HERE.
Yesterday, my friend Trish, sent me a slew of great photos from her iPhone. They were of her morning walk and I found them inspiring. Perhaps, not as inspiring as taking my own morning walk, but ahhh…baby steps….baby steps.
Ha, ha…. this makes me laugh because that is indeed how you would start a morning walk, step by step. Why do I resist this so? I think that part of the reason is that from 9 to 12, for three hours, 4 days a week (sometimes 5), I can paint, and I find it very difficult to give up one minute of that painting time. I realize that taking half an hour would probably be, not only inspiring, but give me great balance in my life, as well. But, still I resist.
Julia Cameron tells me in her books, over and over again, the importance of walking half an hour a day …. but do I listen? Why am I so stubborn? Perhaps, I don’t truly believe the good it would do me .Deep down,I know, I just haven’t bought into this idea. Some how, I need to trick myself into realizing the truth in the benefits of a daily walk. Trick myself into a daily walk. A walk to the Italian market for a skin milk latte? (This would be well over a half an hour walk.) Like a horse with a carrot.
But, I am smarter than that, I can see right through that trick!
Tricking yourself, is a little like tickling yourself. Not very effective…
but if you could let yourself fall for it, suspend your disbelief for just a moment, you might end up enjoying it! You might end up loving it, waking in the morning in anticipation and perhaps, even, making excuses to get an extra half an hour in. (I am talking about walking not tickling….I hate being tickled, no amount of suspend disbelief could change THAT).
So, really, wouldn’t I actually be smarter or even wiser to allow myself to be tricked?
“I am just heading out to get a skim milk latte, I’ll be back in half an hour.”
Now, I have to admit, the above sentence doesn’t sound a bit like any walking, or even excercise for that matter, is involved at all. In fact, it almost sounds like a pleasant activity!
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Oh, and I know, I haven’t done the draw yet for last month! I can’t believe that we are into the second week of June already! I promise, tomorrow I will do it. It has just been so busy around here. But no more excuses. Tomorrow I will pick the winner .
How Do You Love Me
11″x14″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are red.
This painting is available HERE. Canada Post is threatening a strike, though, so shipping time may be up in the air (pun intended). Thanks Canada Post. Thanks a lot.
It is my Scarlett’s 5th birthday today. Five years old. WOW, I can’t believe that I had that little baldy biddy five years ago and that my Imogen was only turning three. I treated her like she was so grown up and I expected her to be.
I remember holding Scarlett in the hospital and looking at her beautiful little hands. They were not like a baby’s hands, they were like miniature women’s hands. They reminded me of my Grandmother’s hands, I am not sure why, but as I held that new life in my arms, I felt the presence of my Grandmother in that room. I will always remember that.
How do I love you, Scarlett Wynters, Let me count the ways
I love your curls and the way that they spring loose from every pony tail and ballet bun I try to tame them with. You, my dear, are very much like those curls.
I love that you gave me a list for your birthday. It was clear and concise, there was never a doubt of what you wanted.
A watch
A bathing suit
A small stamp dispenser shaped like a post box from the post office
AND
A snow globe
I love your giggle. It is infectious, and the fact that you like being tickled, allows me to hear it often.
I don’t LOVE your ‘dynamic’ eating habits but I do appreciate your need to fulfill your tactile desires. What does that muffin feel like when you break it in little pieces between your fingers?
I love the fact that you feel it necessary to pull all the dried acrylic paint off of my palettes. Very helpful, not only does it keep you busy but, in the end I have clean palettes.
I love your abstract paintings and the fact that you think that everything you do is a masterpiece (which, of course, it is).
I love that you love cleaning the kitchen floor, in your underpants, while singing like Cinderella.
I love your special ‘Scarlett hugs’.
Happy Birthday to you. You are so grown up, but you are still my baby.
Day For Night
36″x36″, Mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE.
This painting available HERE as a iphone cover
This huge painting took me ages. I have felt tired and uninspired as of late. Like I have lost my magic or something. I think that I have been using my head to create art and forgetting about my heart.
That is very dangerous.
I have to lead with my heart.
Quiet my thoughts.
Hush those voices.
I have to trust that whatever I create, when I am in the zone , is what I should be creating. Good or bad, happy or sad, full of colour or completely devoid. These are just NOT decisions that my BRAIN needs to be making. I must paint with my heart.
So bare with me. As I nourish my heart,
my soul,
my muse,
my divine inspiration.
These things truly DO have be tended to on a regular basis.
Little Princess In The Night Garden
8″x24″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted turquoise.
This painting is available HERE.
Email: maria@mariapacewynters.com
Knowing
6″x8″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE.
Imogen often tries to cheer up Scarlett. She considers it a challenge and she is really very good at getting her to laugh and forget about why she was sad or mad in the first place. It is really helpful and I appreciate it but also makes me worry. Imogen is so in tune with those around her that she often worries about why we are not feeling happy and it affects her mood. My moods can significantly change her mood. She is that in tune with me. I try to keep my mood in check but it isn’t easy for me, I too, am a very emotional person, that wears my feelings very close to the surface. I guess it is good for creativity but is it good for getting through life? I hope that Imogen has enough self-esteem and confidence that she can balance pleasing others with looking out for herself. She may surprise me, I have no doubt she will. I know that a lot of these worries that I hold about my children stem from the knowledge of the strengths and weaknesses of my own personality. But my children are not me and they are not Chris. They are them and I cannot know these things, no matter how clever I think I am. I often feel certain that I have it all figured out but am constantly reminded that I have no clue.
A good example is our recent experience with soccer. I can not tell you how surprised I am with Imogen’s passion for this game. She loves it. She wants to practice all of the time and is willing to play the whole game if need be. She had her first goal last night. It was a beauty. She is fast, but I knew she was fast, what I did not know was how aggressive she is. She gets that ball, she does not back down.
For instance:
A boy put his foot on the ball and yelled, “Back off, back off”.
She stopped for a split second and then proceeded to take the ball from him.
The best part was that she was laughing when she did it. Not a bit worried about how he felt. Afterall, it is a game and it is about having fun. I am just so glad that she can see that. So maybe she’s already has found that balance or at least is well on her way to figuring it out.
How Does Your Garden Grow?
6″x24″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.
This painting is available HERE.
Mary
Mary
Quite
Contrary
How does your garden grow?
MAY 2011 Give Away…
Lost In You and, 3″x4″ fine art reproduction mounted on wood (sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red). It is available for sale on ETSY.
This month, I am running a little behind. It has been a busy few weeks and I anticipate another few to come.
Anyway, I am just loving the blog Joy The Baker. You should check it out but I warn you, you may put several pounds on just browsing through this YUMMY blog! The photos are so delightful as is her writing. I think I may have a slight crush on this blogger, or at least on her aesthetics!
Do you have a favorite food blog that you can share with me? I know, I am all about the food. What can I say, it is my passion!
I anticipate some scrummy responses and for your trouble, I will put your name down for a chance to win the above reproduction!
(If your can’t think of a food blog, that is ok, just say ‘hi’ and I will put your name in the hat).
OK, GO!
Seriously Five
Mixed media painting on rag paper 5″x7″ (.25″ border).
Available HERE.
Well, I have to be honest, I have been seeing this grumpy, defiant face a lot recently. I was wondering what was up and I realized …”Her 5th birthday is just around the corner”.
I remember five. When Imogen turned five, I mean almost literally to the date of her fifth birthday, she became difficult and a down right disagreeable. What is up with that? Pushing the boundaries. Seeing just what she can get away with. Turning the tables on me …Scarlett actually counted to 3 while saying that she would not be my friend anymore if she got to 3 before I did what she wanted. Wow.I swear, I could see the horns poking out of the top of her head as she threw all of her pillows and stuffies off of her bed in protest of going to bed the other night.
Patience.
Give me patience.
I am just trying to remember how long this stage lasts.
It could be a long summer…
I know that I am always trying to make the summer last a little longer, but THIS is not exactly the way I want to make it linger.
Just another example of ‘Be careful what you wish for’. Ha, ha.
A Gift
12″x16″ mixed media painting on wood.
I hope that all you Mothers out there had a great day. I couldn’t help but think about one Mother that I know was getting a big surprise . The Father of this little girl (the above beauty) commissioned this portrait for Mother’s day. What a great idea, huh? I hope that she loved it!
And April 2011 winner is….
… Michelle! Congratulations Michelle and thanks for the recommendation of The Waitress!
Stay tuned for this month’s give away !
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Passion Flowers And Chrysanthemums
This is a 20″x20″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.
This painting is SOLD
In anticipation of Mother’s day … a painting with passion and ‘mums’.
Not to many days left for the April give away! Go HERE to enter!
