tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8127100771976490332024-03-05T07:52:34.027-08:00A Walk through the Black Woods....Creating a life in the arts.Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-72097367365269018642017-07-21T14:45:00.001-07:002017-07-21T14:45:03.031-07:00<br />
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Newest pen and ink illustration: Available at <a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/262324651456?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649">ebay</a>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-68815078124147743582013-08-28T14:42:00.000-07:002013-08-28T14:42:00.764-07:00Atlas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Of course, they think I'm a man. After all, it's been such a long time since I've seen anyone. <br />
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"What do men know of perseverance?", I counter. "To hold the heavens for all time..."<br />
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And to think that I'm made of stone. Rigid and unmoving. Do the scientists not reveal to us that the heavens move?<br />
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To think that strength alone bears aloft the heavens. No, it takes more than strength. To sway and bend as the heavens shift in my arms. It takes a dancer's grace. It is a womb that I carry above. Pulsing and throbbing with life. And wombs can only be carried by women. And only love can bear the weight of the world.<br />
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<br />Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-89424167400986577912013-07-26T12:02:00.000-07:002013-07-26T12:02:20.422-07:00Destroy your art! Why do I paint patterns and then damage them? Distress them?<br />
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Maybe it's my love of history. Finding buried treasures that have been brought to light. Worn and well-loved pieces of....something. Something bigger. Something lost.<br />
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Maybe it's loving the look of old barns and houses. Wondering about the lives that lived there. Looking at old photographs and putting yourself in that time, that place, feeling how the air felt and the way the wind smelled<br />
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Maybe it's because we all carry scars. Parts that are covered up, parts that have been broken. Parts that are still breaking....Maybe this is why I paint patterns, bright colors....and why I destroy them, sand them down, smear the paint, muddy the colors and take sharpened blades and chip away at the surface....to reveal a different, stranger beauty. A beauty revealed in age and endurance.<br />
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Maybe it's a way of painting time and life.....remembering other lives, places and times.<br />
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Maybe it's a way to reveal a truth....that I have yet to discover or name.....but I know that it's out there because I see it shining in the broken pieces of things that remain....<br />
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She remembered green. Great rolling green. Like the ocean. That great expanse of water that tossed her stomach ridding it of the moldy potatoes she'd eaten at her last meal on the island. They had come here for the gold and they found it, stretched out all around them glistening in tiny grains under the burning red sun. But the real treasure, the only treasure she found was the strange, new golden fruit that tasted like life.<br />
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New painting on recycled house wood.Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-20513962973465021502013-07-03T07:16:00.001-07:002013-07-18T07:58:50.510-07:00The Herdess <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Herdess<br />
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Acrylic painted on recycled house wood.<br />
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There was a big pile of wood across the street. The city was finally tearing down the drug den where the prostitutes had covertly ducked into slowing cars. The stench of mold and mildew lingered in the air and the bugs swarmed.<br />
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The lot was quickly emptied. And the grasses sprouted quicker, filling in the bare patch of earth exposed to the light for the first time in decades. Small fresh flowers replaced the fallen and sullen.<br />
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Before the city dump trucks came to haul away the walls and panels riddled with numerous nail holes, a quiet girl with her hair pulled back in a pony tail carefully sifted through the pile pulling out serviceable panels and dragging them down the street to her house. She would give them new life. Give the wood better pictures than they had previously witnessed. Perhaps let a new eyes see a different view.<br />
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She pulled out rusted nails. Sanded the rough sides and chose the face to paint. And created a new world.<br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">The Herdess</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">She was strong. She worked hard and she cared for the animals that were hers to care for. They trusted her wisdom and guidance. She walked the firm earth in confidence. But behind her were crumbling walls. </span><br />
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Prints available. Contact for info.Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-21257497470551691192013-05-22T12:17:00.002-07:002013-05-22T12:17:21.177-07:00New Geometric Handpainted Wooden Tiles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Handpainted wooden tiles/wall hangings in geometric patterns available at Etsy:<br />
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~~~Painted this weekend with help from my 5 year old nephew....<br />
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I'm like most people...I have experienced horrible, messy and terrible things in my life....<br />
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I try to be positive and forward thinking, but at the same time I don't want to trivialize the things that have happened to me...they've made me who I am for better or worse....<br />
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But, I am who I am...and I can't change that....<br />
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Maybe I'm jaded, maybe I'm a realist...but I don't think you can completely cover up certain things in your life...if you do, it has a tendency to grow in the shadows like mushrooms and become overwhelming...<br />
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But if you can open up and share things, you have the chance to help someone else...someone who can't open up or are afraid too.....you can help people grow, change their situation and better their lives....<br />
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So, because I've been in some crappy situations, I'm going to try to open up more, help people more.....<br />
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Because I feel like I need to....<br />
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I've come up with some beliefs that I carry. I'm going to work on talking about these more and opening up about how I've overcome some of the ****storm I've endured.<br />
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First some beliefs that I have....<br />
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1. That the world is a wonderful, terrible and beautiful wonder.<br />
2. That there is pain but also joy.<br />
3. That most people are scared (of whatever) but that if given strength, knowledge and power can overcome<br />
4. That there is sadness but also relief<br />
5. That there can be balance and this is the key to everything.<br />
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And an explanation...<br />
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One of the reasons I like painting lyrics to blues songs and folk art in general...is that I feel it has an authenticity to it....it's not candy-coated, hunky-dory-ness (which is a southern way of saying everything's fine) but deals with life, misery, the whole kit and caboodle of living...and makes the best of it while respecting that it's not all peaches and cream....<br />
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But let's face it....there is pain and suffering in the world...and while I'm not trying to celebrate it...I think that if you ignore it or act like it doesn't exist...you trivialize it and the people experiencing it.....but sometimes you have to face the demon to conquer it.....and like the painting above says....there ain't no grave gonna hold my body down....Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-92117519252647305912012-05-31T10:26:00.001-07:002012-05-31T10:26:06.733-07:00Eclectic Art....so be it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's the finished Invitation to Enter and two new paintings I recently did. Eclectic art at its best. I'm getting back to making art as play. The enjoyment of making marks on paper, learning how the paint works, blends and creates new sensations.<br />
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I'm also working on feeling okay with doing this. Relating to my previous post I'm still trying to work through issues with art making. I'm learning to be alright with the fact that my art is all over the place, that I am a "jack-of-all-art-trades". I think this fact comes from the feeling that I love to learn, to try new things, have lots of different projects going on, and play in the process.<br />
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This goes against my more "rational" brain telling me to focus, to concentrate on one thing, one style, one type of thing....and I can't. And the fact that I can't drives me crazy, makes me think that I'm "wrong" in some way. That I'll never be successful if I try to do everything. But I'm trying to claim my magpie status in painting. It's said that until you learn a lesson, you'll have to review it over and over again until you do "get" it. I suppose this is my lesson. Allow myself to be random, flowing, fluid and....eclectic....and don't worry about it.<br />
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Thinking in this way lights the "passion" fire. Makes me happy again. It gives me back my art. It frees my thinking and spirit and allows me to accept my art...however and whatever it is.<br />
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Sewing, bookbinding, painting-acrylic, mixed media, folk art, "spiritual/sacred", abstract, journaling, stamp carving, screen printing, embroidery, and on and on the list goes.....multi-faceted, eclectic, mish-mash artist at large....that's me.....<br />
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Do you or anyone you know also deal with this? Do you have any advice or comments, read any books that deal with this? Please, feel free to discuss, etc. I look forward to what you have to say! Thanks for reading!Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-88805860475001693672012-05-20T19:08:00.000-07:002012-05-20T19:29:56.585-07:00Invitation to Enter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Here's my latest work in progress sometimes </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">when I'm working on something and I come to a stopping point, I'll bring it into the house from the studio so I can study it during the day...this work is an attempt to paint more of what I want to paint, something not di</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">ctated by an idea of "audience" or "market" but rather for me...about things/feelings/ideas I'm curious about....</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">But, I truly, truly, believe there are answers and comforts to the things that trouble us....but I also find that when I research things of this nature online and even in libraries I find time and time again....Law of Attraction.....</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">art that has a life and a sense of history....</span></span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">And I know that my art isn't there....yet....I've been painting towards an invisible market and audience...trying to paint something accessible to more people so that perhaps it would sell....and it hasn't so I'm not doing it anymore...I'm painting for me and my thoughts, ideas and curiosities....and I can't promise that it will be any good, but I feel a hole and a burning desire for a more authentic...experience....</span></span></span><br />
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Hello Wonderful People!<br />
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This weekend I'll be at a local show in Gadsden called Gadabout Art. These are some of the new things I've put together. Hopefully, it will be a good weekend with Mother's Day on Sunday. If you're in Gadsden or the general area, please do stop by and say hello!<br />
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The two bottom paintings are what I'm calling "books". They are Artists Trading Cards that have been "bound" with fabric and an outside covering and then I painted the illustrations.<br />
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I looovvveee old diptychs and personal icons that you can carry especially if they are worn and well-loved. I plan to make more of these maybe incorporating metal. This is why I also paint the wooden "tiles" that end up in my Etsy shop. I love the look of art that has life and memories and could tell you stories of things that have happened. Like these:
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In other adventures....I have to make a art display of some sort....I'm trying to make a more professional looking set up rather than the um.....yardsell....look I have going on now. I'll get pics and maybe some directions on the one my husband and I put together.<br />
<br />Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-16432250349204726222012-05-01T20:52:00.002-07:002012-05-01T20:52:15.824-07:00New Mother on Mother's Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well Mother's Day is right around the corner and this will be my first since having my now 6-month old. It's been a whirl wind ride...ups and downs, confusion, frustration, fear and worry....but also unimaginable joy and happiness and knowing a love I never knew I was capable of.....<br />
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This kind of love reminds me in a way of Frida Kahlo's The Two Fridas....<br />
Only my son holds my life blood and sometimes my very breath....it's like we are two halves of one whole....it's an amazing, powerful love that words cannot explain....it's like holding your heart in your mouth<br />
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Motherhood is the one damn hardest things I've ever done....nearly 26 hours of (mostly) non-medicated labor (no epidural) before culminating in a c-section, the pain, adjustment, second guessing, fear and complete emotional break down before being lifted up into a all encompassing love...<br />
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Mothers, women, their journeys, struggles, loves and losses....mean so much to me now....I've never been much of a girly girl and I'm still not and I've never really had great female relationships either...with family or friends ....but there is bond between all women I think...a bond stretching back all the way the Eve, there's a well of strength and perseverance that allows women to carry on....<br />
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I'm proud to be a mother...Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-13666480393843234882012-04-18T14:35:00.000-07:002012-04-18T14:35:21.507-07:00Well now...where have you been?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Well...where have I been?<br />
1. Moved into a new house<br />
2. Had a baby<br />
3. Had a kidney stone<br />
4. Had some very, very, very busy days<br />
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So....to save you the boredom of reading all that...I'm just posted pictures of my newest work. Please, tell me what you think! Most of these are available for sale. Email me if you're interested!Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-44904953399775998292011-09-20T11:34:00.000-07:002011-09-20T11:34:09.765-07:00Rainy Day in the Country<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGnX5ulp-W2TiHnVunF_gu9IVyZ_t9Jh0_RMWchEEC5BlH6osYGvu-hsTK0rXeSMjP_COYEbJfZpGylmZ68U0HCSd81EFJ6P5HkBE0SdCCBvC2sdE7QvnwqP-CUABTmmoymDW1KDVGXNH/s1600/mosaicb5a36f23f0e8df214a1432c7d325f10265c1e7bb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGnX5ulp-W2TiHnVunF_gu9IVyZ_t9Jh0_RMWchEEC5BlH6osYGvu-hsTK0rXeSMjP_COYEbJfZpGylmZ68U0HCSd81EFJ6P5HkBE0SdCCBvC2sdE7QvnwqP-CUABTmmoymDW1KDVGXNH/s320/mosaicb5a36f23f0e8df214a1432c7d325f10265c1e7bb.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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Oh, it's raining. When I work up the day was gray and cool. I hopped outside before the rain arrived to take some photos and let out my beasty demons. Then, back inside.... to work on my "illuminated" books and put some chicken soup in the slow cooker while the rain falls outside.<br />
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I've had a lot of thoughts lately. Thoughts on authenticity, fears, trusting the universe, acceptance and all these things jumble around in my head until I don't know which end is up.<br />
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Overall, it's been a huge and terrifying year. A year of changes, a year of endings and beginnings. And on top of it all....fears...fears of losing it all, fears of what these changes will bring, how I will change. My pregnancy is reaching it's end and this ending brings new beginnings.<br />
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I want to be open and accepting. I want to live fearlessly and confident, sharing the talents and gifts I've been given, offering these gifts for the good of myself, others and my community.<br />
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Working on my recent "illuminated" books have offered some respite. The idea of illuminated books, bringing in the light comforts me. Shutting out the world, listening to music, and methodically cutting and removing layers of text to add images and patterns. Creating art, something sacred out of something that would have been discarded, thrown out and forgotten. This process gives me a sense of completion, a sense of accomplishment and that everything will be alright, because someone is watching out for me.....just like I'm watching out for these old books and giving them new life.<br />
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So, how do you cope with overwhelming thoughts, feelings and fears? Do you burrow away into your work, write, etc? And what do you think of my "illuminated" books?Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-56761681250344887582011-09-15T11:18:00.000-07:002011-09-15T11:46:20.108-07:00Mixed Media Altered Book<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAqNz30Z8e0VJfJr6AFds8Cfh3DA18otfNCwjCAmNwDf03gq7mQ1Bsb4XBPU-I9SUpO1mY2mYsa2srgipKTZSYtrEpu7bQ2TNCy1egSZcvod9au_owAcQ0jWk-SaNc5UrVrSoq-GkPa74/s400/100_3865.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652655560467946130" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_718w00LmzjuSCV6CmDbq3Faou2ao2bF1DOBeMPox7_TbWBnibVp3576qZrNyqWB0j20jog5iMb50KkkqnNMKH29Tp_gTRsxqAL85k7-Vc4jrPttnrQhQvyTpBuErEk282c-X3I4jYPDO/s400/100_3866.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652655564367514354" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikK1_kvBgNh8COdSYnqkFm1jenqy0TcyROXhQrOj65ExPVraFBbSGUgCCeLtHJtFBr9sR3eyG0m48PKMKr2I72mgNf_f827yruBC6i079kDxUTMyYz_Qy4F-ZJ7ySqPZGuw5sqsR4MVo73/s400/100_3878.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652655574661227666" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMD1NgyjXNDQv3PWtD79z1aVCO37KZCmge6Vp-E26Vvfs1CE25w-Daqh56yl7luP-43UK1AIfxynYFNEIw5yyygYH3TGvI5OU3dDNkMCpll4MzxmaxJy-WsrDMy92Xu7sI6-knfSvxwb2/s400/100_3870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652655567417020562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6u9UE9QDBcPdopfrFRzGnbEtIP6AGinNPnaXtMf7erumsdXDixc9pSwJcotm0D08APJKqSHLYv7xRJDNtS7url_qsdy81W15-7mm0DKJBi_RIRBaWJ5YJ7AcKfkodvS2uh3l4GNE-CiqA/s1600/100_3881.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6u9UE9QDBcPdopfrFRzGnbEtIP6AGinNPnaXtMf7erumsdXDixc9pSwJcotm0D08APJKqSHLYv7xRJDNtS7url_qsdy81W15-7mm0DKJBi_RIRBaWJ5YJ7AcKfkodvS2uh3l4GNE-CiqA/s400/100_3881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652655577695848962" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's what I found on my desk this morning....well, what I've been working on. I love illuminated manuscripts so this is my version of that. I take a book, saw it down, cut it out and paint it. I'm loving the results! So, much fun, I become completely absorbed in the making. (Much to my husband's chagrin because I never hear the phone when it rings.) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm reaching a realization.....of sorts. Maybe it's coming from the changes I'm experiencing and will soon be experiencing with upcoming childbirth....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, my realization is more like a letting go....letting go of my old self and making room for the new one to grow....letting go of the assumption that the art I create has to follow a form...I just like to make stuff....letting go of fear and worry and the need to "fit" in....I'm letting myself "go with the flow" and accept things I can't change and accept myself....and I find a sort of peace with this...peace of spirit and mind....and this peace brings a freedom in creation and trust...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyways.....the last pic is a new altered book that I'm listing on<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/runningdevil"> Etsy</a>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's getting chilly here....stay warm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-61824208234180448452011-09-09T18:57:00.000-07:002011-09-09T19:08:28.541-07:00On my desk this morning...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MYit75oznbCZ52hv0IEb8AZoclifgIWjBt1c7Rh8BUFhA7Vr114nBI-G6cYnW0o5e-O02U0mt6vHfadwCb2ALilaG9s0Mio-VLZqrashLIosmOBqj84w_RBRe44a9BR8xmNy1xlqhToJ/s1600/100_3853.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0Ah2E169NrL4LZu2vO5LDzQZhVKV4fgZwRuNLnHp7MkLYi-CCvzSh6CJvS4uOCr37aDQRjSDh23GrgXl2W0F4crY2EtuB4i0BsOa5DnOG64-23yNYPPCP4tIYBxQlGcu1UegY9kjVhGT/s400/100_3840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650544861399939234" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Here's a look at what greeted me this morning. I try to get in there daily to "work". Today had all kinds of pleasant interruptions, my mom and nephew came over. Other not so nice interruptions include a cough and head cold that's kept me down the past couple of days and a baby who has decided that my belly is an inflatable jumper. It's pretty hard to use a X-acto knife when your belly moves of its own accord. But I've made some progress. I've been really enjoying the altered book/mixed media thing I've been doing lately. The new work is showing up in my shop....<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/runningdevil?ref=si_shop">POP over</a> if you care to have a look.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, tomorrow's Saturday. If all works out, I'll be heading in The Magic City (Birmingham, AL) for their annual ArtWalk. Hope your weekends great!</div>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-9483491304158806112011-09-04T14:05:00.000-07:002011-09-04T14:35:46.073-07:00New Mixed Media/Altered Book<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqngE2hq8flEDAJJxtDfZiwmfV3cf-ZhK7hS2n8njQy8bxZvjwRl3Ubb_4ZV_RScL5-U-APij17INEpeymFK2ILZIIh1tU2u84C2DY09h2btLQdJAH5n77OkxkWPro1B1HboB-Bf_yOht/s400/100_3756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648614077915168706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-lbZ35iy99GKxT-DriIa5lqkDb52veSqIQD_WT9AFSd4yZ2dSeMdFixU-jJvaxHty4jPkvXse6joZJDU1X90rYFBaUBQB5oVPYmS1jyLO4MCT5Dr8SoLmvP2wdfvHO3Ae6sRB4_xX_OW/s1600/100_3759.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-lbZ35iy99GKxT-DriIa5lqkDb52veSqIQD_WT9AFSd4yZ2dSeMdFixU-jJvaxHty4jPkvXse6joZJDU1X90rYFBaUBQB5oVPYmS1jyLO4MCT5Dr8SoLmvP2wdfvHO3Ae6sRB4_xX_OW/s400/100_3759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648614082453034018" /></a>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here is an altered/mixed media book I recently completed. The pages were made from the leftover cut out bits from the altered books from <a href="http://hilaryblackwood.blogspot.com/2011/08/mournings-and-musings.html">this post. </a> The text pages were folded and glued then folded as pages. Then they were altered in some way, painted, stamped, collaged with found text, etc. Once the pages were done I sewed them altogether inside a pale blue leather scrap bound with a long stitch and weaving. There is a ribbon sewn into the ribbon to tie the book closed and I used some copper and glass findings to embellish the front. Voila! Mixed Media/altered book! I ran into a few problems while making this book but nothing that couldn't be overcome. </div>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-88885542843140827662011-08-25T19:11:00.000-07:002011-08-25T19:34:10.706-07:00Mournings and Musings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXTr0lL-nK5ppXoMQgt-Wt_GZwQCrGGaFE5NNsCHvEl748f1vsMQBUwQ1g0mb2wdL8ZQHkgEJZOpv6Ms3ijJNW5zP43UQPOBgrntPkS53mw6l4zwMPbLlsQ4as2ewFpvKFvqLvJhy7a2R/s1600/100_3691.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXTr0lL-nK5ppXoMQgt-Wt_GZwQCrGGaFE5NNsCHvEl748f1vsMQBUwQ1g0mb2wdL8ZQHkgEJZOpv6Ms3ijJNW5zP43UQPOBgrntPkS53mw6l4zwMPbLlsQ4as2ewFpvKFvqLvJhy7a2R/s400/100_3691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644983315202890546" /></a>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One part of my life is ending and another is beginning. I'm starting a new life with a new LIFE and a new house and so many other new things that it's all overwhelming at times. I have to let myself mourn a little to that which is ending so that my heart is open to receive the new blessings that will enter. It's hard. I lay awake at night (some due to the pregnancy and some due to the thoughts and dreams and hopes that the future will bring) and try to let things go. At the same time I'm desperate have my books and art supplies unpacked so that I can get to work. I feel pulled in so many ways creative and otherwise. </div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">These images here are the last things I was able to finish before having all of my things packed. I long for my "studio" space at the new house and hope and dream that what I create there will allow me to have a life at home to raise my son. I see so many possibilities and wonder which ones will open doors for me to create this type of life. I'm full (literally and figuratively and creatively and all the other -lys you can think of). I try not to get discouraged when things fall apart but it's said that things fall apart so that others can fall together. I try to keep this in mind. </div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I suppose in the end things happen as they must and we must learn to let things happen as it will.....</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The steampunk altered book is available <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/80328213/steampunk-diary-original-mixed-media">HERE.</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's some things keeping me inspired in these days of waiting and longing:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://yama-bato.tumblr.com/categories">http://yama-bato.tumblr.com/categories</a> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Check out the gorgeous images in the bookbinding catagory.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.createmixedmedia.com/uncategorized/they-say-were-obsessed-like-its-a-bad-thing">http://www.createmixedmedia.com/uncategorized/they-say-were-obsessed-like-its-a-bad-thing</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">This sums me up nicely.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/hilaryblackwood/">http://pinterest.com/hilaryblackwood/</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">And I've become addicted to Pinterest. </div>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-9209745993406383722011-07-29T08:15:00.000-07:002011-07-29T08:32:49.925-07:00A Passel of Babies....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqBobBYVN14IJIzAlMkyz9wTYlVBFu9BOzprIjdmNRUZP8cjCPxon3QV0iVRe5vgHNy3IRTZT78usAP-o3Pf4ctRTuX_MmKlgGjuzTo2nSmEJqqgFCszQLSbR93Zof9SyiAhyphenhyphen8wJNYHvB/s1600/100_3472.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqBobBYVN14IJIzAlMkyz9wTYlVBFu9BOzprIjdmNRUZP8cjCPxon3QV0iVRe5vgHNy3IRTZT78usAP-o3Pf4ctRTuX_MmKlgGjuzTo2nSmEJqqgFCszQLSbR93Zof9SyiAhyphenhyphen8wJNYHvB/s400/100_3472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634795579002374034" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikE8r0Syj7mwBCGB_5EUgCFuH6HRqvXUajp5Rr08T07X2_Io3Omf0-7fCSYPg8rTEYq0VPxuaG7qPqknUTVwKfe1inUFex5rkdG2Nm2LEeS3cC6eTkXTjTvagcFtChqKQs6jUffHokYfYZ/s1600/100_3470.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikE8r0Syj7mwBCGB_5EUgCFuH6HRqvXUajp5Rr08T07X2_Io3Omf0-7fCSYPg8rTEYq0VPxuaG7qPqknUTVwKfe1inUFex5rkdG2Nm2LEeS3cC6eTkXTjTvagcFtChqKQs6jUffHokYfYZ/s400/100_3470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634795574288163538" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCtQQkzV_gUcG2SV5PnPy0oJVDjkIZVFeIVJGK_6fm3dqewDlYD1EjlnRR1YRWu528r2RkpPsPnH5O0uOHobMckL5uDpbt1EgcPUtDGMkQD28wXSWhGgZ1mUQslnxr2Mnee8JCiQH7U8b/s1600/100_3469.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCtQQkzV_gUcG2SV5PnPy0oJVDjkIZVFeIVJGK_6fm3dqewDlYD1EjlnRR1YRWu528r2RkpPsPnH5O0uOHobMckL5uDpbt1EgcPUtDGMkQD28wXSWhGgZ1mUQslnxr2Mnee8JCiQH7U8b/s400/100_3469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634795571369962690" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHdKalMLn5dPEtvWj2cZpp9cM6eywyAE7FHidhMXEt9YiszlK4S17-VXCXXt6_opfnFnUmMqrx1I13uqZXDuXz2I90TrbJ0D2W_wtXY7pcfNBnNyPavjLQhuljwzcoOeqiT6xnDJkM223/s1600/100_3467.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHdKalMLn5dPEtvWj2cZpp9cM6eywyAE7FHidhMXEt9YiszlK4S17-VXCXXt6_opfnFnUmMqrx1I13uqZXDuXz2I90TrbJ0D2W_wtXY7pcfNBnNyPavjLQhuljwzcoOeqiT6xnDJkM223/s400/100_3467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634795566373438834" /></a>Here's a batch of babies I've been hard at work on. I'm participating in a Etsy team show tomorrow in Huntsville (see previous post for link) and these are some new items I'll have available. Whatever is left after the show will go live in my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/runningdevil?ref=si_shop#">Etsy shop</a> until a new owners comes to claim them. I've really enjoyed making these to the point of going overboard with them. I have about 4 more to finish, hopefully in time for Saturday. <div><br /></div><div>I grew up with my mom making dolls and generally being crafty around the house...I get a lot of my craftiness/artiness from her. Her father was also an artist and my dad's mother is an artist, so I suppose I can't help being an arty/crafty person myself. I get it from all sides. And I suppose, my little one will probably be artsy too....what with me as a mother and a father who writes and builds instruments. I guess I'll see soon enough!</div>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-20876153764884381982011-07-28T05:20:00.000-07:002011-07-28T06:06:22.176-07:00Goodbye, "City" life....<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVVJuq9X-8tY-rTddIkZp6nlrb5JSKs8pqOmL-DwBu1QkL1reZTMJINE-GNY47ANwkGf8czkMzjA8JxnCEhHEhLdTKsSwu7AjEUJJAUL88p396GCwaHPauHzhYMSzh_C9yH2Mmyz3_NL5/s400/100_3240.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634378101215102370" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-meKzJJvj0WgJvaGYqT8L9vY5dZS3dDVIn84TcxLNMqlrO3Z3d3-iUemeiTWq65FJob6e8fonmWdlHTlciDhxRU5ilp8M3IfNAlxGVE5lFUIRCwkmzpwcEDtPqiI7HiJN5M42447yJWpX/s1600/100_3237.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-meKzJJvj0WgJvaGYqT8L9vY5dZS3dDVIn84TcxLNMqlrO3Z3d3-iUemeiTWq65FJob6e8fonmWdlHTlciDhxRU5ilp8M3IfNAlxGVE5lFUIRCwkmzpwcEDtPqiI7HiJN5M42447yJWpX/s400/100_3237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634378105700185922" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So, yeah I know....city life in Alabama compares to living in the sticks for most other folks but having grown up on a little 4 acre plot of land I was desperate to get back to it....especially when we found out I was pregnant. So, after searching and searching we discovered this little spot out in the "country". House, Barn and 3 arces to set it all on to call our own. Of course, there is much work to done...bathroom renovations, new flooring in living room, new paint, new carpet....this list goes on...but compared to our Mill Village "cottage" where we currently live...so worth it. We'll have plenty of room for our growing tribe of animals (a new kitten recently fell out of a tree and into our lives...making our critter count 2 cats and 6 dogs) and a studio space for me! And a place for Jacob to build his instruments and other various carpentry pursuits.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So, a big year this one...first baby, new house, etc and so forth...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On the crafty side of things, I'll be doing a Etsy team show this weekend in Huntsville. <a href="http://www.nacrafters.com/blog/summer-expo-2011/">Click here to go to the blog page</a> and for more info!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-79158059516207448302011-07-14T10:28:00.000-07:002011-07-14T13:46:54.646-07:00It's been awhile....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWkDkPOiqVtY88pIdXURffnaKZ-d7-zrnj8VbytGoiNcpkiVyllFHUcI-jqeAdfTA7EqeUjVA-hXaCBlTyn_RhB7JG1eucbE98qj8yNMQ98Hlr01Ea-acxWiC8nFWl-OPMLcOCQg8ldCo/s1600/100_3297.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWkDkPOiqVtY88pIdXURffnaKZ-d7-zrnj8VbytGoiNcpkiVyllFHUcI-jqeAdfTA7EqeUjVA-hXaCBlTyn_RhB7JG1eucbE98qj8yNMQ98Hlr01Ea-acxWiC8nFWl-OPMLcOCQg8ldCo/s400/100_3297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629262166760301778" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqmIM4eciVdkC8tG_P93Uni1H8realqPd-wjuEYIapnx6ZTGKoSOX7_zEjKFkZCSVTqMvnVfQziAkvkA_UNtTL4UpZIm3M4iwu4OaNg0kQHQuuRHONvACFbnwQAC0cgka0-TvljcA3T-4/s1600/100_3274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqmIM4eciVdkC8tG_P93Uni1H8realqPd-wjuEYIapnx6ZTGKoSOX7_zEjKFkZCSVTqMvnVfQziAkvkA_UNtTL4UpZIm3M4iwu4OaNg0kQHQuuRHONvACFbnwQAC0cgka0-TvljcA3T-4/s400/100_3274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629262162409727778" /></a>Well...my poor little blog has been ignored. But I must say it's been a summer of a lifetime. I've not announced it here....but I'm 5 months pregnant and between that and buying a house to have room for our newest addition it's been very busy lately. I have had time to work on my<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/runningdevil?ref=si_shop"> Etsy</a> listings...the two pieces you see here are available.<div><br /></div><div> I think I've finally found a way to use my tin milagros that I've been making which I talk about in this <a href="http://hilaryblackwood.blogspot.com/search/label/tin">older post</a>. Adhering them to wood allows the tin ornament to be enjoyed without the pesky edges being a danger. And I really like the way the tin shines off the wood. Maybe I'll get a chance to have a tutorial/painting progress thing of sorts for this type of work. </div><div><br /></div><div>What do you think of these? </div><div>I plan on making different "milagros"...maybe some goddess/myth ones....wheels are still churning here....<br /><br /></div>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-3370828915128493632011-06-20T12:39:00.000-07:002011-06-20T12:55:23.758-07:00Progress of a Painting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGB1VmyfgEOUbts6leINNVbZ7MX16RgM-ovBL-yLOZglKb2WBNMqOUHgI1tMKu6oTyBTfHp8WvXSjiRY6-Ag3C_8EIR8r_lZDbQ5-lmNuRV3YX58fJGZZOWblme3c1XvLo7LuiEeYmRJmk/s1600/mosaic50e122e436e76ee709d91b15bc63501e40e037df.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGB1VmyfgEOUbts6leINNVbZ7MX16RgM-ovBL-yLOZglKb2WBNMqOUHgI1tMKu6oTyBTfHp8WvXSjiRY6-Ag3C_8EIR8r_lZDbQ5-lmNuRV3YX58fJGZZOWblme3c1XvLo7LuiEeYmRJmk/s400/mosaic50e122e436e76ee709d91b15bc63501e40e037df.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620392431982548930" /></a>Here's another progress of a painting I recently finished. I forgot to take pictures as I got caught up in painting but you can see the gist of the progress here. This painting is available as a print in the<a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74028344/devil-strings-print-of-original-painting"> ol' Etsy shop</a>.Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-29947502101433273262011-06-09T10:12:00.000-07:002011-06-09T10:30:50.975-07:00New Mini Folk Art Available<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsm5xq9EjpOvjP9U-SMRaRBxvhMnWqiqNBuK8WiJt_7KGIMu5ccZXvK0ScZwUkvUyWuoUHVGT4yiYRcQdY6DvcsPNSlhnm_NJYEPCJta9FXh3NfO5A4dmaKDeKKLZOBTyIGKKQuze6rfBL/s1600/100_2975.JPG"></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohhIzxKznB7I7pifPnbtM1NtCnEDVZ6gFz80AyclT-ZCFIY1ovACmROmioW6aAuL7Z51ZOTbk-sIotfP1MXtNPOl7C52Z7xyO0hhmbi0hH65KSLOiMOPs75bbkpWEikRcHDbKWjFEvheU/s400/100_3030.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616270718413510802" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprhTZW1aYdp-PFRhyLn3G2x98_d21n1c2g5cfzzyLJs_9YuKOyAZafR_2lncW_K2_yE1lKD1Sz02lELOhVMvTntY-o7pDcDLdy6GBKWZ4uyEr9hOAA7ygtz3ODB-p7fgNo2x3ZRor9OSA/s400/100_3037.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616270712682638914" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFh36qOpgv4wkUmcnf4AOR5DQnpeKOMdNa2Hz82oWvxIKNaXk7dO4hg4uj5wPuTPR2m2V7MOVs8-x-2rhpdxlcu8_EgTVdygIx2l6ssuiKqKe-cF23V_FxRc-jeEPrKdVZAIBxgoG-1VrH/s400/100_3002.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616270702044009682" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4WhVd9hy74HE1tyos7zOjoicO4moBqWqRKT0ev0km-1wEwdmVLkVVLTzEpXjXc76iZUhvrWMSjjlSQdBZEtchEN7bh-7uLngrRS4-Laa3I6aF9HYCBPQ4QrgGHIOmQLicv-BXg_otjPJ/s400/100_2975.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616271366485241106" /><div style="text-align: left;">This new series of folk paintings are done on wood using acrylic. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The first three paintings will be available in the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/runningdevil?ref=si_shop">shop</a> today. The last painting will be available as a print soon. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Other good news! My work is now offered for sale in a gallery in Talladega!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-812710077197649033.post-86327800313877003622011-05-06T11:04:00.000-07:002011-05-06T11:22:40.063-07:00Another Donation Piece<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgHwUIY48IIIBGhi7zWz7boRmHgCkRdZFj6Ntd0aI85qrNa631dt7ak4ZsnQYaXttF4TTdDpPyoOuQOftydt8IxVsbDZ3ayict_rkWawrYN9lIRX_IC6gXTyjBohng0Y2NCb7cvi6TFhj0/s400/100_2911.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603667025658811906" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYLo1dWRDUWjLh08EHuQo1Px906i0T5AAXO7sh7G5TNAUnRe3aMUDi3-lFTaHz75TrTzo8dECTo7T1DF-P2L9SkVywLEFFHW8ZWiYww4Ra-n1wkXdQsCDcpW7AgOvpHglziQMzpSs_St3/s1600/100_2915.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYLo1dWRDUWjLh08EHuQo1Px906i0T5AAXO7sh7G5TNAUnRe3aMUDi3-lFTaHz75TrTzo8dECTo7T1DF-P2L9SkVywLEFFHW8ZWiYww4Ra-n1wkXdQsCDcpW7AgOvpHglziQMzpSs_St3/s400/100_2915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603667037270118498" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqxreuKdgUeaKJT9_WDi_xbAegA6vhWDN4BR1cGROO1gJii4SEaRKTbl484w9y5LLblRAjGgYJw86ecWnnlLgfbg54uFO0LlAc41MrU3dKs2oNAi8HVN-s8M1bh9TdbPDOjqSFminrEWp/s1600/100_2914.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqxreuKdgUeaKJT9_WDi_xbAegA6vhWDN4BR1cGROO1gJii4SEaRKTbl484w9y5LLblRAjGgYJw86ecWnnlLgfbg54uFO0LlAc41MrU3dKs2oNAi8HVN-s8M1bh9TdbPDOjqSFminrEWp/s400/100_2914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603667039559919298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm90lReopP1l5dWrUk16sFqhMf2MUrNpsQDO7z9tN3Nwf0wSPhL6oar9i3_cfqTjy1iw7TdVCSzI_aMSBNHZDaJvCRSbNPj_LxtJfEgqHfmZ1EWpRtkByAVn7omIbbknV2ZiemDMYEQS5K/s1600/100_2920.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm90lReopP1l5dWrUk16sFqhMf2MUrNpsQDO7z9tN3Nwf0wSPhL6oar9i3_cfqTjy1iw7TdVCSzI_aMSBNHZDaJvCRSbNPj_LxtJfEgqHfmZ1EWpRtkByAVn7omIbbknV2ZiemDMYEQS5K/s400/100_2920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603667029441332658" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here's another donation piece. I don't know what's gotten into me to create these three dimensional weird things. Maybe a need to create "sustenance"...something more tactile than a painting. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe it's knowing that these creations are going to be leaving the house soon. I hang my pictures around the house more as a way to store them than anything else and creating something that needs to be stored in a more secure or...."displayed" in a more "safe" way isn't practical for me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe that's way I never tried other art forms, paintings are generally easy to do and store, but larger more demanding pieces like sculpture or pottery or any of the myriad art forms demanding space are harder for me simply because I lack the space and funds. Not that I wouldn't try them I would but if you've ever done anything creative you know there's always a set-up costs, supply costs, storage costs......costs, costs, costs. Painting seemed easier and cheaper.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But I do like to experiment and these past two "sculpted paintings" cost nothing to make. I already had everything I needed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So, there you go....</div>Hilary Blackwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08597514860096365900noreply@blogger.com1