I am a very visual person. Somebody tells me something and I see it in living color. You tell me a name and I immediately see it written (and very often I get the spelling right too). I read a book and I make my own mini movie in my head.
And my sight was always good. I have needed glasses for work on the computer or to see far into the distance for years but the past 6 years my eyesight was excellent and I could ditch the glasses.
Then a couple of weeks ago I noticed that I had a blurry vision in my left eye. And that did not go away. In fact, it got worse. I was doing my painting with a large magnifying glass in my left hand.
Eventually, after 3 weeks I went to the doctor who send me to an eye specialist in the hospital. Tests were done. Tests that were not fun at all.
When the results came back I was shocked. I have cataract. Cataract? Really? Continue reading
For years now I have been affectionated with pyrography
. Love the fact that you can burn into wood, creating deep burned lines and getting a wonderful smell all at the same time. After the burning you can paint it as I am not to keen to keeping it all “woodsy” in all shades of brown. You are creating your own coloring book so to speak. And I love what Sticks
does, first sketch a drawing, then burn the wood and then color it in with bright colored acrylics. I did try some stuff myself with a borrowed pyrography machine and that worked out great.
Then I went into a long hiatus of art making, but I kept on looking at wonderful samples on the internet. And unblocking also because of reading The Artist Way by Julia Cameron
. And the urge returned. The urge to make stuff. Stuff that would be just as pretty as the ones on internet – more precisely … Pinterest
. Just like every one else I have become addicted.
So after a long looooooooong time, I purchased a cheap pyrography machine. And these 2 ravens is what I first came up with.
For as long as I remember I have had a fascination with Victorian houses. Porches, turrets, mansard roofs, nooks and crannies, hidden passageways behind the stairs, secret corridors leading you to a hidden room in the attic or cellar. Oh the treasures a Victorian house can hold. I love it all. That said… I only love the architectural features both inside and out. Most certainly NOT the interiors.
I love all the styles but my heart especially goes out to the: Continue reading
“Hi, my name is Renée and I am a foodie”
“Hello Renée” ( in unison the whole imaginary food addict support group greets me)
All kidding aside, I love food. I love to eat. Problem is the food I love to eat makes me fat. You won’t see me salivating over a bell pepper salad. Nope. The foods you have to eat in serious moderation, those I can eat 3 times a day plus snacks and even then you can wake me in the middle of the night for more. Pasta with a generous helping of pesto sauce. Golden chunky fries with spicy saté sauce. Grilled cheese sandwiches with lots of honey mustard. A large wholeweat sandwich spread with a large dollop of yoghurt-mayonaise, soft brie, gerkins, tomatoes and topped with potato chips. I could go on and on.
And I have. Continue reading
Home is an island in the middle of Amsterdam. Home is where the heart is…. for now.