A Sentiment

God knew what He was doing when He sent a gentle breeze and brought a lovely butterfly to set my heart at ease. The happiness of your friendship and the gentleness of your words have touched my life in special ways and now I feel assured. Thank you for your loyalty and for reading everyday. I only hope you find things to make a happy day.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Fun on a Snowy Afternoon

What to do on a snowy afternoon? I still had one present left to finish, so I went down to the basement with a cup of hot chocolate and my little Charlie Brown Bouquet of the Month and got my supplies out. I needed to finish a painting for our Priest... a piece of slate with a picture of the Nativity on it. I started this a little while ago and was waiting for a snowy day to finish painting it. I love to paint on slate. I really enjoy painting on a black background. I haven't had the urge to paint in quite a while, long enough for some of my paints to kind of dry up. As I sat there my fingers started to get into the swing of things. I was a bit rusty at first, but soon I was just breezing along getting my skills sharpened. I guess painting is like riding a bike, you can never forget. Here is the finished slate. It needs to dry for a couple of days and then I can take it to Church and give it to him. I wonder how many people give Priests religious things...maybe they would like some tools, or books, or a bottle of good wine.

Now that I did this, I want to get down there and paint some more this January. I have my plants, big windows, music or WGN to listen to, and my little fireplace to keep warm. I have a whole box of slate to paint on, gourds, saws, and watercolor paper. I think that I'll get in the habit of doing a little each week...just like I started this blog. A day at a time..


Anonymous said...

Hi Balisha! Your painting is just beautiful and I know he will love it and cherish it. I read the post about Ruth, your neighbor, and the sled. I think the pictures on the sled are great. I wanted to wish you and Joe a wonderful Christmas and New Year. I will be going to the farm to spend it with my girls. We will cook, bake (I have baked myself to death this year)and talk about old times, play with the dogs and horses and just enjoy being together. TW will come to my house the week after Christmas for his presents and such. Love and hugs, Judy

One Woman's Journey said...

Balisha, I marvel at how talented you are. God has blessed you in so many ways.
I wish you, Joe and your special ones a wonderful Christmas and the best New Year ever.
If I lived near I would have you do something for me. You gave me an idea. I think I will get a piece of slate and paint Welcome on it and hang by screen porch. I painted something on my mailbox. Looks rustic - but that is what I wanted :)
Stay warm. Thank you for your online friendship..

Hocking Hills Gardener said...

Well girl I have learned something new about you. I have to say though that I am so jealous. What a beautiful painting.I envy anyone who can paint like that. I have tried but I am lucky to paint a straight line let alone a picture.LOL!
Wishing you and Joe and Wonderful and Blessed Christmas!

Zoey said...

That is beautiful. You have a real talent for painting.

Rose said...

You are so talented, Balisha! What a beautiful painting--I'm sure your priest will be thrilled with this gift. You've inspired me to spend more time in my basement this winter--except paints are useless in my hands; my sewing machine is the only artist's palette that I can manage:)

Wishing you a blessed and joyous Christmas!

Lynn said...

What a beautiful job you did, you are a wonderful painter... I really need to get back into painting,maybe after the first of the year too... Hope you have a wonderful holiday!!

Balisha said...

Hello everybody,
We gave it to him yesterday and he was so pleased and said that he would display it every year. It's snowing right now...making everything sparkle...have a blessed Christmas. Love, Balisha

Barbara said...

A beautiful piece of art you have created here.