The New Colored Pencil -- A Review

I am a novice artist, teaching myself to draw, sketch and paint, using either a pencil or watercolor paints. I have a set of colored pencils, but have only attempted one piece with those, a rendering of a bloom from our orchid tree.

To my delight, "The New Colored Pencil" by Kristy Ann Kutch, opened my eyes to the vast possibilities of this medium.

Filled with gorgeous illustrations, Kutch explores the traditional color pencil, water-soluble colored pencils, and wax pastels and combining colored drawing media, explaining the uses of each and techniques to get the most from each method to create stunning pieces of art. The illustrations alone are sufficient to draw any artist into exploring this medium as Kutch demonstrates both traditional and modern styles in the uses of colored pencils.

"The New Colored Pencil" is definitely a book that will appeal to artists at all levels, no matter the area of their focus.

Kutch, a notable expert in colored pencil, is also the author of the popular "Drawing and Painting with Colored Pencil" and a contributor to several colored pencil publications. She also has a DVD called "Colored Pencil Landscapes: Beyond the Basics," and a series of instructional videos on YouTube.

By way of disclosure, I received this book for free from Blogging for Books for this review.

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Quirky places

Anyone who reads my blog routinely sees this photo, the office of the Longaberger Basket Company in Newark, Ohio.

Now, this unique office building is an entry in USA Today's10Best Reader's Choice for Best Quirky Landmark in the United States. As this was near my hometown during my youth, you know this gets my vote. Voters can vote once a day until June 23. The winners will be announced at noon on June 25.

Other nominees for best quirky place include:

Ave Maria Grotto - Cullman, Ala.
Beer Can House - Houston
Big Tex - Dallas
Cabazon Dinosaurs - Cabazon, Calif.
Cadillac Ranch - Amarillo, Texas
Carhenge - Alliance, Neb.
Dog Bark Park Inn - Cottonwood, Idaho
Enchanted Highway - Regent, N.D.
Farnham Colossi - Unger, W.V.
Foamhenge - Natural Bridge, Va.
Fremont Troll - Seattle
Galleta Meadows Estate - Borrego Springs, Calif.
Goldwell Open Air Museum - Rhyolite, Nev.
Hood Milk Bottle - Boston
Longaberger Home Office - Newark, Ohio
Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox - Bemidji, Minn.
Peachoid - Gaffney, S.C.
Prada Marfa - Marfa, Texas
South of the Border - Dillon, S.C.
World's Biggest Bat - Louisville

 

 To vote, go to http://www.10best.com/awards/travel and remember to vote for your favorite quirky place among the nominees (The Longaberger Basket, hint, hint) by June 23.

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Father's Day

I've been blowing hot and cold for the past few days about writing this particular blog post. You see, even though I'm a father and step-father, my own father has been gone for the majority of my adult life, 36 years now. And for the first time that I can remember, I'm really missing him this Father's Day.

My dad passed away from cancer when I was 28 in 1978. He was young, I believe (blame a faulty memory) only 48 years old. I remember we got the diagnosis in October 1977; by March, he was gone.

From the time I was 18 and going forward, we had little interaction. I was away at school, then marriage and my own sons followed. I do remember the joy he had at seeing his grandsons. So, my real, now vague, memories of him are during those first 18 years of my life.

My dad was the best, yes, a strict parent, but also tolerant. He provided for us, took care of us and managed to see me and my two sisters through all the activities we engaged in. I remember his misgivings when I told him I was going to law school, but how proud he was when I graduated. In high school, during football season, my sister and I (we were both in the marching band) would find him waiting patiently in our Rambler station wagon for us to return from the away games, no matter how late it was.

He was a great dad and I still love him deeply and wish he hadn't left us so soon. Happy Father's Day, Dad.

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Morel heaven

When I was a teenager back in Ohio, I loved this time of year, or maybe two weeks earlier, depending upon the weather. No, it wasn't spring fever or the nearing end of the school year that made May a favorite month. No, it was the growth of one particular plant and the hunt for this elusive, epicurean delicacy.

I'm talking about mushrooms, or morels.

I forget when my father first took me mushroom hunting, and like most mushroomers, he had a couple of favorite spots. As I grew older and weather turned warm in May, I'd rush home from school grab a paper bag and venture out on my own, confident in my ability to return with the treasured prize.

Morels are the easiest of all the wild mushrooms in North America to detect. Although the colors may vary, the tell-tale sponge-like quality makes them stand out. But standing out and finding them are two separate things. It just depends upon where the mushroom spores land. I remember finding a few in a small, and I mean small, grove of trees near our house one time. My dad's favorite spots were in a wooded area along a creek or the abandoned fruit farm near our home. Either spot could usually be counted on to provide the bounty we sought.

Thinking about those days brings back warm memories of the time I got to spend with my dad, whose been gone for most of my adult life. And for all the times I returned home with an empty bag, the time spent with him or by myself, searching for morels is something I'll never regret.

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Monuments Men

Although I haven't seen it yet, the new George Clooney film, "The Monuments Men," has drawn attention to one of the little-known stories of World War II, the effort by the Allies to save precious cultural treasures from the ravages of war. The film, which is based upon a book of the same name by Robert Edsel, follows a platoon of soldiers as they attempt to discover and retrieve artwork stolen by the Nazis.

But while Monuments Men, who were officially members of the "Monuments, Fine Arts, and Archives (MFAA) section under the auspices of the Civil Affairs and Military Government Sections of the Allied Armies" according to the Monuments Men Foundation, fanned out across France and Germany, another group spread out across war-torn Italy. Nicknamed the Venus Fixers, these curators, art historians, preservationists sought not only to recover artwork, but to preserve ancient and historic structures and works of art, alerting the troops about the existence of the pieces in the vicinity of the fighting. An article in the January 2014 issue of the "Smithsonian" magazine discusses their efforts.

While the film has drawn attention to this story from World War II, the work of the MFAA continues today, according to the Feb. 17, 2014 issue of "Time" magazine. They worked to preserve ancient treasures in Iraq and brewing conflicts in Syria and Mali have drawn their attention aw well.

If you want to learn more, the Monuments Men Foundation (www.monumentsmenfoundation.org) has information on its website along with listings of works of art and even documents that remain missing all these years later. It's worth a look.

Now, on a personal note, I know it's been a while since I updated this blog. It wasn't that I didn't have things to write about (and thanks to Luna who stepped in during my absence), it was just a lack of the urge to write. Blame it on the holidays and post-holiday letdown. I'll try to resume a normal schedule again.

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My Daddy's Crazy, Part 2

Luna here again.

I told you before how I thought my daddy was going crazy when he started stringing lights in the trees and bushes outside. Well, now, I think he's gone around the bend and it's time to seek professional help for him.

You see, after he finished putting these lights and other things he calls inflatables in the yard, he's now talking about putting up a tree in the house. I ask you, why would anyone want to put a tree in their house.

And just today, he started to put these things he calls Hallmark ornaments up next to the ceiling in the dining room. I don't know why he'd want to put them up so high, out of our reach. They look like they'd be fun to play with. I've got Uno and Dewey on the case, however. They've been eying the proceedings and when the get on the stepladder, they're close. Now if they can just figure out how to scale that final three feet to reach them.

Okay, back to this tree thing. I've heard Daddy say he has a plan to deal with us. I don't know why he'd need a plan. I mean anything that comes with the tree is probably something we should kill. I can look outside and see these things crawling through the shurbs next to the window, which prevents us from getting to them, so if he brings a tree inside, why that'll make it easier for us. So, despite whatever his plan is, I'll put the Mighty Hunters (Uno, Dewey, Trey and maybe even Grim) on the case and they'll take care of anything they find.

Meanwhile, I don't have thumbs and can't figure out how to use his cell phone, so would someone do me a favor and call 911. My daddy needs professional help before whatever has affected him gets any worse.

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My Daddy's crazy

Hi, this is Luna again and I snuck in to use my daddy's computer while he's outside. You see, I think he's gone crazy. I'm watching him from the window and he's putting lights in the trees!

Now what sane person does that. And he keeps saying decorations along with last year. I don't really remember all that far back and besides, I was busy with these three hellions that mommy says came from me, but that really can't be the case, because they're nothing like me. But, that's beside the point.

The point is, I don't know what to do about my daddy. Why does he want to put lights in the trees. And, he's going to add something called inflatables. I'm not sure what that is, but mommy and daddy say there's one in the box on the table. That's what they say. All I see is a box. And it has a kitty on it. A large white kitty wearing a bow and red sweater. And smiling. I ask you, what kitty smiles. Well, maybe secretly, when our people feed us and pet us. But we never let them see us smile.

Okay, I'm going to watch my daddy closely. I need to make sure this condition doesn't get any worse. After all, I need his lap to sleep on during the evening while he tries to cross stitch. And it was real nice of him to get me this new chair to sleep on during the day. I'll keep you updated whenever I get the chance to sneak on here again.

Luna

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