Sunday, January 27, 2008

Pink Artist offering, part 3...


Have a heart... have 3 more. Here's my latest square for the Pink Artist project.

The larger center heart is a ceramic cab created by Earthenwood Studio. I added vintage flower shaped sequins for the background.

I have different colors lined up for the next 2 squares, we'll see how that works out - I may change my mind... again.

6 comments:

Maggie R said...

OK Grace, I see you've outdone yourself again!!!!!!!
Another gorgeoso square .... They ARE addictivre aren't they;-}
Oh this doll is gonna be something to be desired.. Can hardly wait to see what MM does .. It'll be Grrrrreat.
((((hugs)))))
Maggie

corina said...

Thank you Grace, for visiting my blog, and I am happy I could discover yours!

Grace said...

Hi Maggie... I'm on a roll! I'm with you on watching the magic unfold once Monica gets all the squares into her hands. It's going to me amazing!

Nice to see you here Corina!

girl_gone_thread_wild said...

Whoa nelly!!!!! someone catch me I'm going to fai n t....

Dot said...

Oh my goodness Grace!! I love this one. Your sqaures are beyond incredible. So much art in such a tiny space! Love the ceramic cab in the centre. Adds the perfect touch....

I bow before you ....oh..beading queen :)

Grace said...

HA... thanks Monica - you inspire, what can I say?

Thanks Dot, glad you like it!

Leaves of Grass

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman