Hobbies (week 41)

52 Weeks of Gratitude Challenge

A hobby is generally something you do for fun, not for profit.  Isn’t that the correct definition? Well, I’m lucky enough to be able to have made a little bit of money with my “hobby” of photography.  I’ve always loved photography.  As a child, I would pose my stuffed animals and Barbie’s for fashion shoots with my little camera (side note: it’s so nice to not have to wait for film to be developed any longer).

I belong to a fabulous, small group of local artists, and we have shows a few times a year.  I’m the photographer of the group, and it humbles me to see my photos hung alongside some of the amazing acrylics and watercolors these other artists come up with.

 

Here is a sampling of my photography.

Love and Peace,  

Kay 

My Sexy Saturday

     My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) is a place for authors to showcase snippets of their sexy works with 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.

     This week I'm sharing 7 paragraphs from my WIP "Mountains and Skyscrapers".  Elle and Michael are having a 'first date' of sorts, at the Denver Art Museum.  She knows that she shouldn't be as interested in him as she is, because, after all, he is trying to buy her design firm.  Not that he knows it's her firm yet, of course.  Oh, the tangled webs they weave, webs even strong enough to catch hearts.

     “It’s much easier than you think,” she whispered, squeezing his hand and leaning close as they admired Waterloo Bridge by Claude Monet. 

     “What is?”

     “Painting.  You should try it some time.”
 
     “I’m no good at art.  I can’t even draw a straight line.” 

     “Nonsense.  Just draw what you see.  Trust what your eyes tell you is there and copy it.”

     He turned to her and put his hand under her chin, tilting her face up to his.  “I do trust what my eyes tell me.”

     Her cheeks flushed and she turned away.  “You should come over and paint with me sometime.  I’m curious to see what you would come up with.”

Waterloo Bridge

Claude Monet

French, 1840-1926

 

Excerpt from "Under the Granite Lies - Book 2"

Please enjoy an excerpt from a spot near the beginning of the second book of my "Under the Granite Lies" paranormal romance. 

I perused the museum’s other wings leisurely, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to take it all in on one day anyway.  I planned to come back, at least a couple more days on this trip, and of course, on future trips.  I lingered over a few paintings that I admired, but they weren’t making me feel any better.  I could see the cracks in the peeling paint, and the fading of the pigments.

Yes, everything faded, eventually.  Except David.  He would never fade.  Who’s fate was crueler, his or mine?

The thoughts in my head were relentless, one question blending into another and another.  It was painful! Heavy bricks stacked one on top of another, forming a block wall behind my eyes.

I had always dreamed of visiting the Louvre and should have been happy to be there, yet all I could think of was death.  Every painting, sculpture, and drawing that I looked at reminded me of death.  Every single thing in this museum would turn to dust and be forgotten someday.  Death was not hiding in the shadows here, it was parading in the garish light for all to see, if they cared to notice.  Death was unavoidable, that was the way of all things.

As I was walking thorough one room, trying to find a different wing, something caught my eye.  It was a small sculpture, only about 12 inches high.  It was more of a talisman, really.  A trinket.  It was Assyrian, and the date range was between 10-6,000 years BC.  That was a pretty big range, but, I guess when aging things, a few thousand years give or take was close enough, at least for scientists.

It was stone and seemed to be a demon of some sort.  It had large wings, taloned feet, and a horrid, scowling face.  But, what caught my eye was that it had no belly button.  Just like David.  Was David a demon?  I stared into the sculpture’s hideous face and couldn’t see a resemblance in the least.  What had happened to David was unfair, he hadn’t asked for his fate.  Surely, a God with mercy wouldn’t strike him down for that?  But, then I remembered that demons were fallen angels, in fact, and if they had no belly button then perhaps angels did not either.  It was as if a light bulb came on above my head like an old cartoon.  It was a flash of, of something; a small morsel of knowledge that passed through my mind in an instant and then flew away beyond my grasp.  I would have to catch it and chew on it later, if I could remember.  Why had I not brought my sketchbook so I could write stuff down?

Eventually, closing time grew near and it was time for me to leave.  I bid farewell to my precious winged Victory, walking past her and down the Daru staircase one last time on my way out.  I found a cab to take me to our hotel. 

It was raining.  Paris was beautiful in the rain.

 

In Defense of DaVinci

Leonardo DaVinci was arguably the most talented, imaginative and innovative artist of all time, in popular opinion, and in my opinion as well.  So, as I was exploring an art show recently, I was stopped in my tracks by something that I found quite alarming and borderline disrespectful. 

I have heard about the “Horse and Rider” lost sculpture of DaVinci’s.  It’s a fascinating story.  He was not known as a sculptor, yet somehow, miraculously, a beeswax casting of a “very rare” sculpture of his has survived (mostly intact), handed down through generations, until it came into the hands of a modern day businessman.  I say “businessman” in a loose term because I’m sure he is an art collector as well.  But, as I know from experience in galleries, many art collectors are actually shrewd businessmen and like to use their collection as commodity vehicles rather than appreciate the pieces.   Case in point, I have seen many gorgeous works of art be purchased then immediately placed in storage until their value goes up and they can be sold.  I find this very sad for the art.  I feel that art is a living thing, and wants to be seen.  It doesn’t want to be kept hidden away like some trophy wife. 

But, back to my story.  So, this “Horse and Rider” sculpture is being offered in limited edition small castings, available to anyone with the budget to purchase one.  I don’t know how I feel about it.  First of all, Mr. DaVinci obviously cannot have a say as to what happens with his art (which leads into a discussion about what should be public domain and what should not).  Also, even though this small edition is limited, who is to say they will not produce larger (or even smaller) limited- edition versions?  Theoretically, it could go on forever.  Someday everyone might have a copy of Leo’s “Horse and Rider” in their living room.  Why not?  Everyone has seen his “Mona Lisa” on postcards, paper napkins, switch plate covers (no doubt), t-shirts, and whatever.  Sigh.  Thomas Kinkade anyone?

I loved seeing the representation of this rare (for now) sculpture in person.  Yet, I feel unsettled about the packaging and selling of it.  I think this particular piece is far too rare and valuable to be made into key chains and screened onto t-shirts.  It came from DaVinci’s hand and deserves respect. 

All art deserves respect.