tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48585564034495415342011-04-21T13:28:22.096-07:00kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08329572425706655876noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858556403449541534.post-37115537677282552262008-05-14T23:05:00.000-07:002008-05-14T23:48:03.437-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SCvcRwWDXEI/AAAAAAAAACg/LBoAV9R6Ves/s1600-h/here.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200492392322653250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SCvcRwWDXEI/AAAAAAAAACg/LBoAV9R6Ves/s320/here.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SCvbCQWDXDI/AAAAAAAAACY/vMQeexLxxfw/s1600-h/hairclips+and+earrings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200491026523053106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SCvbCQWDXDI/AAAAAAAAACY/vMQeexLxxfw/s320/hairclips+and+earrings.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SCvZxAWDXCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GyoI8WWA5oE/s1600-h/fingerpaintedself.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200489630658681890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SCvZxAWDXCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GyoI8WWA5oE/s320/fingerpaintedself.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Although, I've often thought that creating art is just that- a creative process, I'm not really sure that in myself it is creating at all. Instead, I view it as a releasing- simply putting down something that has always existed. It is nothing more than a moment experienced within that manifests itself through media recognized by the masses to be ART. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>I look at every small work of art that I do as a self-portrait. Sometimes it is manifested as a translation of my physical being and other days it is something that I witnessed or rather experienced that caught my attention and impacted my spirit to the point that it caused inner reflection of the moment.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>This is a finger painting of myself in the mirror. I like to finger paint with oils (kinda toxic but life passes really quickly anyway). I look suprisingly like my Dad with really long hair. Half of my face ended up with a moustache. I must have been channeling him but I don't have any lucid memories of painting it. </div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The one above is a painting of a sketch that I drew during some lecture in college. I was intrigued by the simplicity and painted the colorful version 10 years later. I always loved the curvy softness in the stark lines.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The top picture is me tonight. Blake had a hard night. The bunny family is doing well with their three little ones (alvin, skipper and ruby jo jr.) . I felt free for a little while ...<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858556403449541534-3711553767728255226?l=revogruv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08329572425706655876noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4858556403449541534.post-3244146018029406412008-04-22T20:30:00.000-07:002008-04-22T21:05:42.889-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA61CIh3UNI/AAAAAAAAACI/cGp8Exvx0Z0/s1600-h/dogwood+blue+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192286468658647250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA61CIh3UNI/AAAAAAAAACI/cGp8Exvx0Z0/s320/dogwood+blue+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA602Yh3UMI/AAAAAAAAACA/41kAWf4CwxE/s1600-h/dogwood+blue+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192286266795184322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA602Yh3UMI/AAAAAAAAACA/41kAWf4CwxE/s320/dogwood+blue+2.jpg" width="482" border="0" /></a> dogwood<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA60soh3ULI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JVEMvXr9uIA/s1600-h/dogwood+blue+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192286099291459762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA60soh3ULI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JVEMvXr9uIA/s320/dogwood+blue+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA60e4h3UKI/AAAAAAAAABw/TDdHRq-3j7w/s1600-h/dogwood+3s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285863068258466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA60e4h3UKI/AAAAAAAAABw/TDdHRq-3j7w/s320/dogwood+3s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />more dogwood<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA60Uoh3UJI/AAAAAAAAABo/vXMHE7iRfXU/s1600-h/dogwood+2s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285686974599314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA60Uoh3UJI/AAAAAAAAABo/vXMHE7iRfXU/s320/dogwood+2s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA60Koh3UII/AAAAAAAAABg/pclkgaoYBVo/s1600-h/dogwood+1s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285515175907458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA60Koh3UII/AAAAAAAAABg/pclkgaoYBVo/s320/dogwood+1s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6zwIh3UHI/AAAAAAAAABY/qRTN8qMT0D0/s1600-h/wysteria+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285059909374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6zwIh3UHI/AAAAAAAAABY/qRTN8qMT0D0/s320/wysteria+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> wisteria<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6zZIh3UGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eB0UnY_GBPk/s1600-h/wysteria+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192284664772382818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6zZIh3UGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eB0UnY_GBPk/s320/wysteria+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6zKIh3UFI/AAAAAAAAABI/hkycofcHIrc/s1600-h/wysteria+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192284407074345042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6zKIh3UFI/AAAAAAAAABI/hkycofcHIrc/s320/wysteria+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6yHIh3UEI/AAAAAAAAABA/96nXDA5dxBs/s1600-h/Picture+056+-3s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192283256023109698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6yHIh3UEI/AAAAAAAAABA/96nXDA5dxBs/s320/Picture+056+-3s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />cyclamen<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6xqoh3UDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xEOkNuulW2o/s1600-h/Picture+056+-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192282766396837938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXeVzXkjnj4/SA6xqoh3UDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xEOkNuulW2o/s320/Picture+056+-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Welcome Spring!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The last few weeks I've been taking my camera, Nik, out with me most days on my way to work and snapping photos of all of the incredible things that are blooming here in Mt. Pleasant. I'm happy to say that I got a ton of shots of the dogwoods that are only around for about two weeks and all kinds of wisteria, cyclamen, tulip trees. etc. Every single blossom is so incredible and leaves me in awe of nature. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm really amazed by the detail of the petals, colors of the sky and contrast of the branches against them. Everyone is different just like a snowflake. It's pretty much unending what I can see just in the half mile that I travel to work.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I have a really old paint shop pro program that in most ways is really outdated. The thing is, like an old typewriter font, it is still really cool. One of my favorite things to use on it is the kaleidescope tool. I pick the orbits, petals and offsets. It manages to bring details of photos to life that otherwise would be overlooked. I can sit for hours just trying different combos of the same photo. </div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I've been a florist for a long time but I'm always amazed at the things that I find right on my street- natural and untouched<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4858556403449541534-324414601802940641?l=revogruv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08329572425706655876noreply@blogger.com3