ArtfulFairyTales...Musings...Poetic Artistry: Night Sanctuary

....Musings and Poetic Artistry gathered in a fragrant stream...i am spiritual artist, mommie, teacher, writer and interior designer composing an "ArtfulFairyTale"...and if i had to do it all again..i would do so... afloat a leafy sea dragon...and having a conversation with a whale i would most definitely wear my wedding dress with a strand of for-get-me-nots attached...EdenClare

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Saturday, February 16, 2013

Night Sanctuary

at 1:02 AM

i have always loved to draw...though i am not always pleased
with my creations...i do love the process.
i have been thinking
i need some practice mixed with some inspiration.
so i have signed on line
for a class...with an artist...
who is not only fun but is ever so lovely...
..my hope..
to move beyond where i am...
i may not be exactly sure where that is...
but i do know I must bring to life
my own.."Night Sanctuary"
somehow...someway.

Otto Hesselbom (Swedish, 1848-1913),

Nattens helgedom [Night Sanctuary].

Oil on canvas, 48 x 37 cm.

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Castles Crowns and CottagesFebruary 16, 2013 at 7:09 AM
Precious one,

I too feel the same way about MY ART. But the process, I am finding, is as important if NOT SO THE MOST, for becoming an artist. I think that to be an artist requires more than the skill. It requires the WILL to go on, in the dark, to find the stars.
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Castles Crowns and CottagesFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:04 AM
My friend!

I had a busy Saturday at a bridal fair, but I wanted to come to thank you for coming to my post. And your comment about the little illustration on the side! YES, I am offering her in my Etsy shop as cards. I just have not had a chance to put her into my shop yet. I have been so insanely busy that I am behind on my Easter illustrations. My goal however, is to fill up my shop with all sorts of cards, my main focus now.

Oh, we are courageous aren't we all, how walk in the dark, seeking the light of satisfaction of our hearts' labor. LOVE TO YOU! Anita
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PalomaseaFebruary 23, 2013 at 12:27 AM
Right near my beloved friend and sister....I am honored and blessed to know such remarkable women, artists, teachers like you and Anita.....
I am loving the concerto on the side bar....
And what a beautiful work of art this is....sanctuary indeed....

Your art inspires me, dear EdenClare....as do you!
Blessings,
- irina
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Saturday, February 16, 2013

Night Sanctuary

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