A few nice photo to canvas images I found:
Oil Painting By Sylvia
Image by sirwiseowl
Hooray! Sylvia (my wife) has at last finished this oil painting. Six months back a friends asked Sylvia if she could paint a large canvas of the tiny blacksmith photo that she was fascinated with.
What a job! Most of the copying work was done in pen and ink. A very slow and detail project. The final coloring of the canvas was done with oil paints.
While viewing this painting I'm reminded of the poem "The Village Blacksmith" by H. W. Longfellow. I remember learning this at school.
Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat,
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipe
A tear out of his eyes.
Toiling,--rejoicing,--sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought!
365 exhibition 1
Image by tim caynes
Welcome to your blank canvas. This is the beginning of day 1 of 3 days that have been set aside to get 365 photos onto this space in readiness for the Project 365 exhibition that opens at the end of day 3. The exhibition is taking place at Norwich Arts Centre involving 3 local photographers and a Belgian musician recording an album a month for a year.
This space is all mine. I've got 365 prints of various sizes, 10 wooden frames, 2 tubes of UHU, a table, and its snowing. All I need now is a ladder. A really big ladder. Oh, and some mirror mounts. And screws. And my Dremmel. And tools. And coffee. And a plan. As you can tell, I'm not entirely prepared, even though I appear to have brought a car load of stuff with me. This should be pretty simple though. Except I've just noticed that Alex and Nat, who arrived before me, to get started, have got everything rather more organised than I have.
Project 365
"Drained" by Lori Earley print 27/50
Image by Nathan Marciniak
My first major art purchase. One of Lori Earley's stunning, hyper-naturally gorgeous babes printed on canvas and mounted by yours truly. Pain in the ass! No fancy pants tools just me my aching hands and a staple gun. (frankly, for what I paid for this I sure would've liked to get it already mounted, but hey whaddaya gonna do?) Illuminated by fancy pants Solux fixture. Overall I'm stoked, it is the cat's pajamas even though this lousy photo of course does not do it justice. But fer cryin' out loud that's why you buy prints to look at in the real world, aina? Now go look up Lori Earley and check out paintings so beautiful it hurts!
