Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Friday, November 29, 2013

Thanksgiving Week and Art

I hope your family had a nice Thanksgiving. 
 
This year Mr. Darcy himself, cooked a feast. I mean a real. BIG. Feast. I didn't have to do a thing but eat when it was all done. And even better he cleans as he goes along contrary to me making a mess all over the kitchen.
 
AND, oh my does he cook the best giblet gravy I've had in my life. I used to think my mother cooked the best, but I found someone that beats it. (sorry mama)
 
We have been watching movies and I've loaded several free kindle books to Gracie.
 
My progress on the As You Like It scarf is fairly well this week but we had some unexpected devastating news and we are dealing as best we can during the holidays. Knitting took a little backburner.
 
Knitting and designing do ground me and I hope that I can work on the next Monday mini this weekend to post Monday.
 
 

Even through the shock of bad news this week, I had managed to sell this picture.  This was Mr. Darcy's and he wanted to sell it.
I found it interesting especially for local urban art near Atlanta, Ga. Actually, the longer I looked at it, I could see more value in it. More art quality to it. I don't know exactly how to explain it, but it had no special meaning for him, so to the sale pile it went.
We tried to sell it local but dealers said it was not worth even 15.00.
The more it sat around the homestead, and as I took pictures, I felt what the artist wanted the admirer to feel. But, this week, finally someone paid 91.00 for it. And we were very pleased.


This pic can show a few more details for those who love art and art history. The painter is H. Hargrove. I don't know much of his/her productions but you can lose yourself in the busy train station here in years long ago if you really look at it.


 
The frame was in very good condition. I loved the tin roof here.





A time when ladies were ladies.



We didn't think this would be valuable to anyone actually.
 
  I guess as they say, what's one man's trash, is another man's treasure.
I'm glad it is going to a good home.
 
Till later,
Jennifer
 

Friday, December 2, 2011

The Lacemaker Print Finds a New Home


Johannes Vermeer, one of my favorite artists, Dutch in origin, had very interesting paintings depicting mostly women in domestic chores of middle class. He had a preference for cornflower blues and yellow in his works. He was baptized in Delft/Netherlands in 1632 and died in 1673 at the early age of 43. This particular print of the oil painting is called The Lacemaker. He originally painted this in 1669-70 in Louvre, Paris.

I found this interesting from further research into The Lacemaker from Wikipedia~~

In The Lacemaker, the artist presents the various elements which compose both the girl's face and body as well as the pattern of the material she is working on in an abstract manner. The girl's hands, the curls of her hair and the T-cross which form her eyes and nose are all described in an abstract manner unusual for the era in which Vermeer worked. In addition, the red and white of the lace is shown as spilling from the sewing cushion with physical properties suggesting a near liquid form.[2] The blurring of these threads contrasts sharply with the precision of the lace she is shown working on.

 He is very famous also for The Girl with a Pearl Earring, of which I treasure over my fireplace, painted by my daughter in oil and a much larger piece.

Just a few weeks ago, while going through a thrift store, actually looking for something else, I saw this for 8.00. It's a print with glass of a Vermeer painting and interestingly, whoever owned this obviously  loved the art of tatting, or stitching, in general, as there is a corner piece of actual tatting under the glass.



I was instantly attracted to this print and it's beautiful frame and tatting piece. It fits in a perfect spot in the house and I LOVE it!

The print is actually about the same size as the original, as it's the smallest of Vermeer's paintings but regarded as unusual for the Baroque era, measuring about 8 x9 in.

I had to share with all those who love art AND needlework or needle art.

I think I definitely found a treasure! Just a reminder that sometimes when we are looking for one thing, we can find another.   Makes me wonder who would take such a piece to a thrift store, but I'm sure glad I found it.

Hope your evening is peaceful and your weekend beautiful!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Hope Cherishing Love print/vintage art

Good morning! It's a bright sunny day here! Waking up with coffee in my favorite coffee cup. It says here that says great things happen when you believe.


I've had many requests to this picture I showed on my blog yesterday. It now hangs in the stairwell. I used to have it in my bedroom before I moved up here to North Georgia. It is a special piece to me.

Harry R. Mileham is the painter. This is a poster print. The original artwork was from 1904. He lived from 1873-1957. With more history on this painter I found this blog http://dorsetsculpture.blogspot.com/
who is Harry Mileham's grandson and now famous sculptor. This is his blog site.
I can see all the talent that ran in this family. The Milehams are from England.


I loved the detail and expression.

This is the name of the painting. Of course, mine is a poster print. The original 1904.


Never give up hope is something we hear alot, but much harder sometimes to believe.
For me, I got this several years ago for less than 20 bucks because it instantly struck me with peace. I have had it in my house ever since and really didn't know much history about it until I googled a bit. I find that if I fret the slightest over my infant son that passed away years ago, I can just look at this print of the painting of Hope Cherishing Love. I know that one day I will be holding him again. It's like a reminder of a promise.

I collect angels, so at one time I had it near my angel collection. But now, it's near our family room.
Every year at Christmas, I put a new angel ornament on the tree in his memory.