Naming Abstract ACEOs

"Quixotic" ACEO

A romance of impractical ideas

Naming pieces of artwork of any type has always been a challenge for me. Unless there some extraordinary connection to a piece I often resorted to some gratuitous name. I found that names come easier if I have determined the story or purpose for the paintings early on in the creative process.

As for non-object or abstract paintings the story comes when the piece is finished. Now I live with the artwork. Whether a large painting or a miniature ACEO, I notice my emotional response to see the piece. I take pictures of them and view them in a slideshow, hang them on my wall, and sometimes carry it in my DayRunner. Recently, I have been enjoying having my friend, Linda, look at the ACEOs with me. One of us will start a thought and then we volley it between us. Each time the idea comes clearer and often profound . As in the title, Quixotic.

Quixotic comes from Don Quixote, the hero of Cervantes's novel. He was inpsire by lofty even chivalrous ideas but completely unrealizable.

The ACEO was full of colors that reminded us of romantic or idealistic notions. The color is right for it. Maybe it was our mood but we weren't having it.

I see figures walking away from one another, what do you see?

A preying mantess?

Why Collect ACEOs?

"Reclamation"

SOLD

ACEO (Art Cards Editions and Originals) also known as Art Cards are affordable miniature works of art. Perfect for collecting, displaying in small spaces, rotating, and affordable gift giving.

I enjoy the big impact of the miniataure art work. When I select pieces they tell me something about what is important to me in a personal way. The one I selected for this week's blog reminds me of the earth reclaiming its space yet inviting us to be sharers of its beauty and bounty.

What is an ACEO?

What is an ACEO?

ACEO stands for “Art Cards, Editions and Originals” …a specific “size” of artwork measuring 2.5 x 3.5 inches in either Portrait or Landscape orientation …based on the Artist Trading Cards and other collectable cards.

Creating the iIlustration for "Is Whispering Nothing?"

I don't really start with an image in mind. I just begin to draw while reflecting on a story I have created .

The cup obviously is from the coffee reference in the introduction.

At first, I thought the crack in the center was her breaking from reality during her imaginary drama. Actually it illustrates the two hemispheres and having a civil war in her own head.

The drawing as a whole is a woman's bodice with fabric being woven together to cover over the secrets she had hoped to keep hidden.

An Opened Secret by Rusty Harden

An aroma of the dark brew led me to the warm kitchen. It’s kind of a shame to take that first sip as it often breaks the spell. Speaking of spells, I wonder what came over me last night that I would share my secret with the likes of Petra. She’s only worked with us for a couple of months. I know she promised to never repeat it but if I can’t keep my own secret then why would I believe she could. What if she tells the others at the office? No, she doesn’t seem like the type....

Its nearly break time, so far so good. No ones seems to be any different towards...did Casey just give me a odd look as she came out of Petra’s office? Why was she in there anyway? Oh come on, don’t be silly, there could be any number of reasons for Casey to be in that office. I’ll just ask her if she wants to have lunch together and then I’ll see that all is fine....

Casey loves the Greek restaurant and I don’t remember her ever turning down a lunch invitation to go there. I’ve had to come here alone just so that she and Petra wouldn’t know that I suspect they’ve talked about me. Why did I tell Petra? Okay, I’ll just go back to the office and act like nothing is wrong. Maybe nothing is wrong and I am imagining things....

Somebody has moved things around on my desk. What were they looking for, evidence? Like there would be something to find here. They must be kidding. Norma and Val are watching me. I bet while I was at lunch alone, Casey took that opportunity to tell everybody. Casey would. She would think it was her obligation to inform the others so they’d be able to “watch their backs” . She’s the Great Office Guardian!

I’ve tried so hard to get a fresh start, to move on, to leave the past in the past. Is that too much to ask? I’ve been leading a good life, not hurting anybody. Doesn’t a girl deserve a chance? Why couldn’t Casey just understand that and LEAVE ME ALONE. Oh great, now Casey is talking to my supervisor. I know she’s telling her, she’s always wanted my job. That’s why she can’t leave me alone, SHE WANTS MY JOB. Well, she won’t get it. I will stop her before I let her ruin me. Oh, I’ve done it before and I can do it again.

To enjoy the other submissions: http://www.theartistchallengeinferno.blogspot.com/

When A Painting Decides What It Wants To Be

"Jumped the Line"

Liquid Acrylics

Submitted for The Artist Challenge: Beyond Bounderies.

It was one of those rare studio days that I planned to just relax and enjoy the process of "what if" (I think Trish McKinney was the first to take me down the "what if" path). Keeping in mind my current series of the Rhythms of the Earth (abstracted mineral paintings), I thought about the layers of the warm earth that protects these treasures. So collecting the warm yellows, earth red, and browns, I poured the colors. At the end of the day when the pieces were dry and ready to be uncovered (some were as earthy and beautiful as I had hoped) this painting had others plans, a conflagration, both frightening as it is mesmerizing. Do I take credit for its creation, a little. The painting itself is what it had decided to be.

Writer's Challenge "Shifting Shadows"

Drawing by Rusty Harden

Shifting Shadows

by

Rusty Harden

Some people fear the dark
And all that it conceals.
I have come to fear the light
With the horror that it reveals





Catching a glimpse of It out of the corner of my eye, I would quickly turn my head but like a wisp of a scent it would be gone. After a while, I could sense Its presence and beckon it to stay. What a delightful time we would have together. To amuse me, It would match my every move dancing for hours in the afternoon sun.



My old friendships fell by the wayside as It became my constant companion. Perfectly content until I began to notice slight changes in Its appearance. I had a feeling of a veiled malice brewing. Rather than becoming afraid I was intrigued. I felt so alive embracing the fear and the attraction. A duality of pleasure in watching It take on an overpowering grotesque and beautiful form.



Until, It showed its malignant intention. TERRIFIED with sickening realization, I ran, looking back to see It at my heels. I ran into the darkness - deep into the darkness- where I fell on my knees, horrified and gasping for breath.



Now, I just stay in the safety of my dimly lit room with the curtains pulled, no television or computer for fear It may find me. I can hear the voices in the hall. From the other side of my door I heard the new attendant ask about me, “What’s wrong with her?”. The floor nurse mockingly answered, “She’s afraid of her shadow”.

Check out the other fine submissions.

http://theartistchallengeinferno.blogspot.com/


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Sold Three Floral Paintings

Wildflower Original Paintings

Watercolor

Every summer the lovely flowers pop along side roads

and planted in many flower beds.

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