Thursday, November 7, 2019

Deanna Boling: Artist Meet And Greet

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UPDATE: I was at the reception on Saturday, and it was well attended. If you missed it, that's okay since Deanna's art will be featured through the end of this month. Her works are selling, however, so you might want to hurry!

This post is about an artist friend who is having a meet-and-greet this weekend.

We've know Deanna for a few years and have come to really enjoy her work. So every time she is the artist of the month at the Loft Gallery where she displays her work, I'm going to tell you about it! She's fun to talk with, whether it's about art or any other subject. And you may even find her working on a picture if you stop by the gallery.

From the Loft Gallery website:

Deanna Boling

Deanna Boling (Pastels) is a signature member of the Pastel Society of America.  Her love for the medium started when she enrolled in her first classes at the Art Institute of Chicago at age 10.  Although she has worked in many media, she prefers pastels for their immediacy, control and portability, with graphite as a close second. Since her primary subject matter is animals, her sketches from life must be quick.  Reference photos and research back up any details she may need for a painting, such as the shape of a paw pad or the color of an eye, but observation from life is key.

Painting wildlife is her passion. Bringing to life the animal beneath the fur or feathers is an energizing experience each time.  Deanna paints in a realistic manner, distilling the essence of the animal and seeking to create an intimate relationship between the viewer and the animal by capturing the feel of the fur, the flutter of a feather, the grace of a gesture or some nuance of behavior.

Still-life paintings and urban landscapes are other areas where Deanna likes to work.  She has even included birds in still-life settings, dubbing them her “not-so-still-lifes”.  The live animal becomes an actor on the stage relating to the surrounding props and narrating the scene.

While she draws many types of wildlife, this show will focus on birds.

Here are the details:

Exhibit Title: WINGS

Pastel Paintings and Drawings by Deanna Boling

Dates: Tuesday, November 5 through Sunday, December 1, 2019

Meet-The-Artist-Reception: Saturday, November 9, 2019 – 1:00-4:00pm.

Here a link to the Loft Gallery website. This is a link to samples of her work.

I'll be there myself sometime on Saturday, so I hope to see you there! And, no, they don't pay me for promoting her. If they would like to, however, I won't stop them!

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Monday, November 4, 2019

Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 131

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Flash fiction lightning streak image

This story is for Miranda Kate's weekly flash challenge. This is from Miranda's post: This week's photo prompt was taken by American photographer Phil Koch He has some incredible photographs and they are also available to buy on his site (click on his name) and you can also check out more at his page on 500pxHere's a link to the prompt image. This is a very short story, even for a flash fiction. Please note that anyone can join in with a story up to 750 words. Mine has only 202 words for those who are counting (not including the title, scene break marker, and byline). There is a downloadable PDF version of the story on my Patreon site (with free access to the story).

The Homecoming     by K. R. Smith William stood motionless while gazing into the sunset. It was stunning. Then again, it often was. This view was one of the reasons they moved here years ago. The autumn colors, the dark, star-filled skies at night, even an occasional aurora filled their lives with beauty and peace. The shore by Lake Michigan would make a wonderful place to spend their last years together. Lifting a container from the bag he had brought, William held it up to the fading light. He whispered a few words. His aged and shaking hands struggled with the top before finally removing the lid. Carefully tilting the heavy urn, a tear fell down his face as the ashes drifted over the shore. Once empty, he replaced the lid and put container back into the bag. His job was complete. After a moment, he turned away from the lake. Lights from the house they had shared sparkled invitingly in the cold, still air, but he just shook his head. This shore was where she wanted to spend eternity, and he wanted to be with her. William sat down on the snowy beach and closed his eyes. There was no point in going home. He was already there.

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