I was a busy girl on July 4th. I saw a painting of a heart that was similar to this one drawn in my journal though I think it was more angular than I drew mine.
Our broken parts make us more beautiful.
All the past mistakes and dashed dreams are all okay because though they hurt at the time, they are moments that define us and help make us better human beings. And when we can learn from those moments, it makes us beautiful.
Updated on 7/28/11: Thank you for asking what I dare you to do, Peggy. I don't know if you will be able to see it in the detailed photo below but the blue part of the guitar is called the bridge. On the bridge to the left it says, "Believe in yourself." and on the right it says, "I dare you."
On July 2nd Chris took me to a backyard Fourth of July party. A band was playing and they were all wearing American flag swim trunks. As we sat by the edge of the pool with our feet in the water watching the band play, I was suddenly inspired to paint this. I drew it on July 4th in my journal so not to forget it. There is a painting in the making but I like this drawing better and will paint this version in the future.
I've been MIA the past 3 days. Oh big deal. :) I sold a painting today and will feature it next week.
I spent the Sunday before Memorial Day in Rockwall with my friend Margaret and some of her friends. We met for lunch and then went over to the Marriott to hang out by the pool. We started off by making some vodka treats. And then we made some more vodka treats. I then I tried to sketch in my journal.
Not. A. Good. Idea.
I salvaged the palm tree. There was a sailboat under there some where.
So, there we have it. Cheryl is not creative while drunk.
This is a picture of my sweet son, JB. I will forever love this picture of him. I took it when we were playing outside in Utah using black and white film. Film! The actual photo is of his whole body cutting his poor little head off but look at those big eyes. Love. Using the Cutout artist filter in Photoshop using 3 layers. Love it. Love the horizontal stripes on the right. They are so Bob Burridge. Going Warhol for fun.
Below is a recent picture of me. I like this picture of me. In the future, after I have exhausted my guitar and flying heart series (or maybe sooner, who knows knowing me) I would like to touch on doing some simple portraits. I made the cutout picture below through Photoshop. I love Photoshop. I'm painting. Just slowly.
A boy named Brian sang this song to me. He did a pretty good job, too. Last Kiss was orginally sang in the 50's and is based on a true story of some kids that were killed in a car wreck on a busy road. I love Eddie's voice in this one. Enjoy.