Right now I am in love with the work of an artist named Brian Kershisnik. I love the expression, movement, and color in his paintings and most of all the subtle things he paints about. I was in Brown Stone Gallery the other day, where I am getting a painting, done by my good friend Dallas framed (check her out HERE she is amazing!) and I saw a painting by him called "Dancing on a Very Small Island"
(This small picture doesn't do it justice) I instantly knew that I HAD TO HAVE this picture in my house- I just love it so much and to my luck, they even have layaway set up- which I figured would make the whole idea much more appealing to Chris. Lastly I brought Chris in to get his approval, and so you don't get the wrong idea about him- I'm going to preface this next part by saying that Chris is very art savvy- and much more creative than I am.
First thing he said: "The guy on the far right looks like something out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre".
After that remark, I decided it was time to leave the gallery.
(SIGH) I just haven't been able to look at it the same way since.
Setting my sights on some of his other amazing work, Enjoy:
There is no better way to bring on Halloween than with the Danse Macabre by St. Saens. Danse Macabre basically means the "Dance of Death" or to dance with the dead. The song is about the one night the dead are allowed to come out and dance in the darkness among the graves and the music is marvelous. I actually first heard this piece when I was tutoring first graders a couple years ago. Their music instructor roughly choreographed a little dance for them which demonstrated the interpretation of the piece perfectly and if you listen closely, you can hear the skeletons and then the ghosts and lastly the beckon at dawn for the sleep awaiting them in the graveyard.
Basically, you're going to need to plug this in to your speakers and blast it for the full effect. HappyHalloween!
When I was little, I used to build little sanctuaries in the bushes for fairies and elves. I went into great detail, structuring the homes with twigs and string, and then, filling in the holes with mud, which was very clay like where we lived. The roofs were moss, and if it was a good home, I would try to make a little stone walk way for the entry. I remember trying really hard to think of what a fairy or elf might want to eat, and left welcoming gifts like berries and really small morsels of random foods inside the little houses. At recess, I even did this on the school ground, if I could find a special spot where elves and fairies might want to live (the sprinklers ruined this plan). My mom, who since I can remember, would collect moss, and bird eggs, four leaf clovers, and even planted a little fairy ring in the middle of our lawn one year, was pretty much the only who thought it was cool (besides small rodents and birds). She even loves to find random mushrooms growing in the lawn, or anywhere. Cirac doesn't mind my fairy seeking habits, he even puts up with my little orange garden gnome (love him). Luckily he has the greenest of thumbs and can build ANYTHING so we can live in a magical little place like this- someday.....