Sunday, October 18, 2015

Whoooos ready for some Autumn fun?

 Whimsical Owl Moon painting by K Petruzzi, acrylics

So a few people wanted a "paint nite" so I painted a quick and easy whimsical owl for the occasion::: everyone did a fabulous job with this cute little guy and we had so much fun!
I made sure to set out some cute cookies and lots of flavored creamer for the coffee��

I love painting completely whimsical things because no one can mess up an owl wearing a scarf!! Lol it sets people at ease knowing it's something they can personalize and make their own.
Although my little guy is so darn cute I wish I could just squeeze him but alas no owl for a pet and if I did he would probably peck my eyes out and he definitly wouldn't let me put a scarf on him::: so I settle for this�� lol
Wishing you many wonderf autumn nights filled with whimsy, warmth, good companionship, and love in your hearts


Thursday, October 15, 2015

Don't Worry About Making Art:: Just Get It Done

What is Art & Who can do it anyway??? My answer each one of us and the need to create began with the One who created each one of us ��

Since opening the studio I have learned just the word Art can send people into a tail spin:
A spiraling "I am not artistic, can't draw a thing to save my life, tail spin::: funny how some people are intimidated by the word art:
Then there are the few who expect all artists to be able to reproduce Picasso and Da Vinci in perfect accord within mere minutes: it's a definite twist of views and thoughts
I believe we are all innately creative and we are all creators and makers:: each person has a talent: just like each artist has their own style or preferred medium: just because I don't choose to take months or years painting one work like Da Vinci doesn't mean I'm not an artist: we all create from our inner core: our inner most being and I honor and accept that within each student or fellow artist who crosses my path:
We all have our own cross to bear and out own glory to share::
So as Andy Warhol so widely said, "Don't think about making Art, just get it done"::: then while others are deciding if they like it, make more art!"


Saturday, October 10, 2015

What is a Home?

Art journaling can be quite unpredictable, vary from page to page, messy, fun, and personal. I love sitting down to a blank page & just letting the process flow. I never know what I'm going to end up with: usually it's my feelings that just pour out of me, and every page is different:::
Fly Home Sweet Song Bird

So in our art journal class, the girls wanted to learn how to create "niches" and pockets to hold journaling tags, ephemera. We used inks, paints, stamps, vintage dictionary pages, and of course how could this be complete without some glitz & glamour? I added some gold German dresden trims & rhinestones (I absolutely LOVE glitter glue & stick on rhinestones, I don't know why but I do)::
So I've often been called a Gypsy (even by my father, and it's a true thing):: I've been all around, and have never settled into a permanent "HOME".  I remember my father telling me in exasperation about 5 years ago, that I needed to purchase a piece of property so I could "nail my feet to the ground". Guess what Daddy, I did it! I bought a property, but it's now an Art Studio:: and I think it's the only place I've felt that is my "home":: I remember before my father passed away recently, he told me he wanted me to have my studio, to enjoy my life:: 
Funny what the word HOME can mean:: to me it's a place I've always dreamed of, a little home for myself. As a child, I raked leaves, stacked stones, draped over tree branches to create my "little home" in the woods where I often played. I dreamed of my forever home with a forever husband (that was only short lived and never the way I dreamed):: it was a place I began my life with my parents, and came back to over and over: 
Then I realized as I aged, HOME isn't a place for me:: it's a feeling: it's a feeling of beauty, of contentment: one of being at peace: I can do that anywhere as long as my soul is still: It is one where I can perch until I need to stretch my wings again


Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Puppy Love

Becoming an artist is a life-long endeavor: it's more of a way of living that BEING::: it's living every day creatively:: expressing that inner creative urge from the Divine: honoring yourself, your experiences, and your love for life.
So one of the ladies in my art journal morning group has finally stepped out to grab her dream of becoming a dog groomer: she leaves us because now she "has her real job". To honor her, and her beautiful courage we painted a page for giving into our PUPPY LOVES::: our first loves:: our first dream, our first taste of going out on a limb to where the fruit it:: a season of FIRSTS::
An Artist of My Own Making by K Petruzzi

Do you remember any of your "firsts"? Your first love, your first dream, your first challenge, your first marriage, your first divorce, your first home? So many firsts:: and there will always be more firsts: it's up to you:: don't stop living, don't go gentle into that good night:: LIVE, CREATE, LOVE, go out to where the FRUIT is:: and relish that beautiful taste of the Divine in you: 


Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Becoming a Lotus amidst the Mud

I love the story of the lotus:: how it requires the harsh conditions of mud and friction to bloom into the beautiful lotus that blooms tall above the muck and water:: so I decided for our Monday journaling to do a bit of lotus doodling::
I initially painted the dark black lotus and funky colors::: then I decided to paint a light lotus: it's amazing how just the paint color changes the entire tone of a piece::: which one do you like better? Art journaling class was split: part loved the lighter colored lotus and part liked the darker: Interesting for sure:: I love both but the darker lotus is more striking to me:: of course I love funky colors.
So the lotus is pretty symbolic for me:: I love to think of my soul as a blooming lotus: held down initially by the mud of life: born into darkness, waiting to burst from the seed:: with first the muddy friction is needed to help the soul free itself from it's hard covering:: amazing thought:: our soul needs the friction, the rubbing, the difficulty:: but how amazing the journey and the feeling of beauty and joy once we burst forth from the grit of life.
Then the journey really begins:: true growth pushing the soul to bloom, to reach further and further out of the water:: to the beautiful bright light