Some Roosters and a busy hen with her family of chicks. In this modern age we always seem to be rushing, doing, getting somewhere, meeting some arbitrary schedule to get something very "important" accomplished. How about we all just STOP...give the little ones a hug, give the tall people hugs and kisses too. Listen and give loving words of encouragement...make staying home and taking care of a little ones needs, wiping a tear, kissing a boo boo, reading a story, fixing a meal, and hugging your husband or wife just as important as the current "must do" topic on your list. Life is very short, and taking time for each other has become a lost art. Lets find it again, and take the time to say "I Love You." in big ways and small, with eye contact, words and deeds. Take good care of yourself and your loved ones, and write when I get work.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
This farm has been inspiring my paintings of Icelandic Chickens, and Icelandic Sheep. I guess I just like painting and drawing farm critters and I wanted you to see some of the photos that Lisa Richards takes. I love all the geese, ducks, chickens, and sheep that follow her around, and I love the beauty of her rural farm. Enjoy her photos, and life on a farm. Through her site I have also found another farm in Virginia, and hope to draw some of their farm critters in the future. Go to http://www.facebook.com/MackHillFarm?ref=nf or to
Both farms have Etsy pages, and lovely products to buy. Or just enjoy these farms, photos, and their blogs. Write if we get work, and everyone hug their loved ones, and have a good day!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Written by Anne E. Shoemaker-Magdaleno House of Chabrier 2010
The old shepherd had died, and that’s what started the problem. His children had no desire to be shepherds, and were to busy playing video games and watching MTV to become farmers, shepherds, or any other such old fashioned nonsense. The goats had always led the sheep and the shepherd up to the pastures in the mountains every spring after lambing. There in the high meadows and the fresh air the kids had grown and thrived, and everyone grew fat and happy making hay while the sun shined. Every winter or late fall to be exact the whole flock descended into the valley, and lived on the farm during the cold winter months. Everyone benefited from this pattern. The farmer had meat for his table, and extra to sell. The farmer’s wife had wool to card, spin, and weave. The extra she could sell to the city folks who loved to knit and crochet with the lovely home spun yarn.
Then the Shepherd died, and life changed. The Three Billy Goats Gruff mourned the loss of the Shepherd, and together with the Great White Pyrenees decided they could lead the sheep up to the mountains. Gathering the flock with the goats in the lead and the dogs on the sides and to the rear they lit out in the early morn. They passed through the new urban sprawl, fancy houses that had sprung up here and there. As they passed home owners got on their cell phones and called their home owners associations to complain of the noise and stink. They objected to the smell of the farm animals, the noise pollution of the baaing and bleating, and the droppings that were fertilizing their well groomed lawns. Little did it matter that the sheep and goats and the farm itself had been there for generations, and they had moved to the great outdoors to get away from the vagaries of city life. Lawyers were called, and the eggs were never gathered because the farmer’s wife had to answer the phone all day and deal with all the complaints.
Now there was a deep ravine separating the lowlands from the mountain pastures, and the shepherd had always lead his flock across the sturdy bridge his grandfather’s father and the farmer’s Great, great grandfather had built and that is how they got to the lush pastures above the farm. This year as the Billy Goats started to trot, trot, trot across the bridge who should block their way, but a large, evil troll. Now this was the Farmer’s bridge, built many generations ago, but it now was on disputed land objected to by the homeowners association, an easement on Government land, or a part of the National Forest. The bridge was roped off, and a stern faced government official, and a smiling, smooth talking lobbyist halted the animals from reaching the greener pastures just beyond the old bridge. The Evil Troll threatened to tear the flock limb from limb, and eat them alive. The three Billy Goats Gruff were highly offended by the evil troll, and told him to please refrain from his bellowing because he was scaring the lambs and the kids. The Ewes were crying and bleating because all they wanted was to get to the pasture for the fresh green grass so they would have enough milk for their babies.
The Homeowners association joined the impromptu town meeting at the bridge with their lawyers, the Ogre, the Government Officials, the Lobbyists, the Special Interest Groups, The Environmentalists, and a Pork Barrel Group wanting to build a new fancy Stainless Steel Bridge over the Ravine. An Amherst Pheasant (an introduced species) entreated everyone to borrow money from China at high interest rates to pay for the new bridge, road crews, surveyors and special interest groups started mapping the new route the sheep and goats now must take. The Debt would be paid for by the Farmer’s children’s children, the Goat kid’s kids, and the poor innocent lambs. Banks got involved lending money at exorbitant rates to the county so they could pay for the environmental impact studies, and the bonuses and retirement packages approved by the district supervisors. The dogs kept their family of hungry, tired, and overtaxed sheep together, and protected the flock from those who prey upon the innocent and the weaker members of any herd. The wild life in the area made themselves scarce as the ARA told it’s members to support the new bridge and get behind the government spending because they would then have access to hunting the local Big Horn Sheep, Elk, Deer, and other wildlife living happily on the mountain above the farm after paying every increasing hunting and licensing fees. The Farmer’s wife berated her husband for not getting her enough help around the farm and a new shepherd, and the Farmer complained about the Government giving visas to Arab Terrorist and everyone else under the sun, but making it impossible for our neighbors south of the border to come and work on the farms, planting, tending the animals, and harvesting the crops. The sun set that day on a world in a very provoked state.
The next morning after having eaten just about all of the grass by the bridge, the sheep started grazing on manicured lawns and petunia beds planted around the new palatial estates on what used to be grazing land. The homeowners went hungry because there were no farm fresh eggs for breakfast, and the Ogre was still occupying the Bridge.
New plans had been drawn up for the Stainless steel Bridge, and another bridge was proposed made out of Fiberglass. A suspension bridge was an alternative put forth by the bridge builders association, and another bridge was proposed made from completely recycled materials. Lego land got involved and offered to build a Lego Bridge for free as long as they could have 500 Acres of the National Forest Land to build a Lego Land for future generations of culturally deprived children in the area. Disney World then made a counter proposal for less land, but a multi use Amusement Park for the diversion of the families in the area and around the world. Plus they would put Twinkly lights on their bridge, and they would hire some of the sheep, chickens, and goats to live as shining examples of rural farm life.
Every one kept debating the pros and cons of all the plans, the government officials kept demanding more money in taxes from the farmer, the homeowners, and threatened loss of basic services due to high demand, lower revenues and rising costs.
The sheep and goats, were hungry, there was no more grass on their side of the mountain. The Ogre had picked off a couple of lambs in the middle of the night, and the Shepherd was sorely missed. The ewes were bleating, the lambs were crying because their mothers had less milk because of all the stress. The dogs were being fed by the humane society, but didn’t like all this strange foot traffic near their flock.
The 3 Billy Goats Gruff decided to take matters in their own horns, and together with other Rams, Elk, wolves, a Puma, and a Bull Moose kicked, butted, pummeled, bit, and clawed, and pushed the Lawyers, Homeowners Association, Lobbyists, Special Interest Groups, Mass Transit Association, Army Corp of Engineers, and Government Officials into the Ravine. The Farmers wife brought in a new shepherd from South of the border who was documented, had a green card, a resident alien card, a work visa, loved farm animals, enjoyed planting crops, and whose wife would help gather eggs, card wool, and pick and can crops. He spoke Spanish and a little bit of English, had 3 children born in the USA, paid his taxes and he and his wife were working hard to put them all through college.
Speaking softly to the dogs and calling to the sheep he and the Billy Goats Gruff led the flock trot, trot, trot over the old wooden bridge to the lush green pastures in the mountains above the peaceful farm below. Life went back to making love in the spring, eating plentiful, nourishing grass in the summer, and trot, trot, trotting back over the bridge in the late fall so that in the winter months everyone could be warm and cozy on the farm. Life was good!
Copyright: Anne E. Shoemaker-Magdaleno House of Chabrier 2010 All Rights Reserved
A cautionary tale for those wise sages who tend to believe they know more, much more than the common man. Neither a borrower or a lender be. Write when we get work!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Some women prefer to flit about, party, and change partners, but some women prefer to stand by their man. It's wonderful when you are a team, know your jobs, and treat each other with loving respect. This rooster is Egil again from Mack Hill Farms http://www.facebook.com/lisanh?ref=mf and his favorite hen who rarely leaves his side except to tend to woman's work. I am amazed at how many normal, hardworking couples there are in this world who tend to the business of living and caring for their portion of the world. I look at all the snow that falls on the farms back east and north of us. I think of all the animals that need to be tended and fed in fair weather or foul. This work is constant and has its own rythym during the year, but it takes a husband and wife team, a family, and mutual respect to do all the work that has to be done. Life is so much better when everyone does their part, works for the benifit of the whole, but the individual loves and needs of each individual are respected. I am still painting more chickens, and have about 3 paintings in the works. I worked until midnight last night so I will probably also take a nap today. There is also laundry to be folded and hung, and more to be washed. However, I appreciate my own quiet rythym of life and hope it lasts a long time. Write if I get more work, and I will continue to do the work of painting the animals, plants, and people in this world for you to enjoy. May you all have a quiet, blessed, calm, and very productive day!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
I have taken a fancy to Icelandic Chickens. This is Egil the Rooster in charge at Mack Hill Farms in NH, and always ready to tell everyone when to wake up, when to get to work, and when it's time to quit for the day. You can see some wonderful videos of Egil Crowing, and having a good time on the farm. Some new puppies were born at Mack Hill Farms and it's no surprise they also raise Icelandic Sheepdogs, and Icelandic Sheep. The farming spirit is alive and well in America, and there are wonderful small farms raising heritage chickens and heritage sheep, and growing heritage vegetables. Visit Lisa
athttp://www.facebook.com/lisanhcheck out her store, and all the beautiful yarns she sells. Watch her parade of Geese, ducks, dogs, pigs, chickens, and enjoy the fun of watching her videos on the farm. The new puppies are darling, and I really appreciate Lisa letting me paint from her beautiful photos. Support your local farms, buy from the farm fresh produce stands, and try to be kind and generous each and every day. Life is too short, and it's sure easier to be kind than mean spirited. I've already started another picture of the Noble Egil and his favorite hen, and I've drawn up some more paintings to be of Keikur. The world of chickens and people is a world of diversity, and I do enjoy painting all the colors of the rainbow. Every one take care of your loved ones, and treasure the moments we share. Thank you and Good night!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Keikor the Magnificent is a very handsome rooster and second in command at Mack Hill Farms. The head honcho and ruler of all he surveys is Egil who greets the dawn every day with a cock a doodle doo, which is then followed by Keikor who has grown into his voice and competes with Egil for the many lovely ladies on the farm. It's a case of dueling Roosters, but Keikor knows his place and always gives way to Egil. Mack Hill Farms is extensively photographed by Lisa Richards, and her wonderful photos can be seen on Flicker. She raises and sells the wool of her Icelandic Sheep, and just reading the chronicle of daily life on Mack Hill Farms is facinating. She has given me permission to paint her Kritters so expect to see more paintings of Icelandic Sheep, above is a drawing of an Icelandic Goat, and a Big horned sheep. You can draw your own comparrisons about the different qualities of these noble creatures. Many of our farm animals are also on the endangered species list, because these heritage farm animals are only being bred and raised by a few farmers interested in their conservation and preservation. If you enjoy knitting or crocheting, spinning or weaving contact Lisa and purchase some of her beautiful wool. Next I will have to draw up Egil so their is equal time given to the head rooster. Write if I get work, and enjoy the beauty and joy of the world around you. Paint and draw to your hearts content, and do everything well and to your complete satisfaction. Congratulations to Lisa and her dog on the birth of her puppies. May the runt live long and prosper!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Yes, I love little frogs too. I love every creature God created except perhaps flies and mosquitos, but because ducks, frogs, and chickens enjoy eating these pesky little critters I accept the neccessity of them being in this world. Each creature fills a very needed niche in the worlds natural order of things, and each one is facinating in its' own right. I have been speaking with a lovely lady farmer and photographer, and she has Icelandic Chickens (a breed I had never heard of) and Icelandic Sheep that are very good for milk, cheese, meat, and their wool is fabulous for spinning and knitting or crocheting. I like to crochet, but knitting involves too much counting for me so I don't do it. No she has photographed her world extensively, and given me permission to paint her lovely and very handsome Icelandic chickens so be prepared for more chickens on this blog. The name of the farm is "Mack Hill Farm" in NH and the lovely woman is Lisa Richards. She has some beautiful Roosters, and beautiful yarns for sale in her virtual store. I will post more info once I get some of her chickens painted. I've drawn up about 6 already, and because her roosters are so handsome I am sure I will draw up more.
For today enjoy the frogs and ducks, and the little Broody hen with her sweet, loving, and diverse new family. Write if I have work, and share YOUR chickens with me. I will paint them with your permission, and immortalize them in paint in all their quirky splendor. I also love to paint sheep, goats, cows, ducks, cats and dogs. Send me your favorite pictures, and keep an old woman busy and out of trouble. I love being productive, and I also love the pictures of children and grandchildren holding their favorite chicken or family pet. Thank you for stopping by, and be sure to write if I get work. Happiness is a job well done. Enjoy your day, and all the small, sweet, good things that are there for us to enjoy and appreciate every day!
Monday, January 18, 2010
More Chickens in all their great variety, large, colorful, bold and beautiful. Chickens have such color and size diversity from the little bantams that are no taller than a coke can to the tall heavy and plump Rhode Island Reds, Brahmas, and Buckeyes. Enjoy the chickens in all their diversity and splendor. These were painted this weekend, and I've also been working on some drawings of the wizard Marion Skydancer, but in a new role. That is the beauty of drawing, and painting you can change direction and change your mind at a moments notice. Write if I get work, and keep on drawing and painting. You can only improve your skills, and get better with each painting you complete. Never surrender, never give up, and take each day with all the joys and problems one step at a time. Have a good day!
Friday, January 15, 2010
I'm taking everyday one at a time, and each drawing or painting one at a time. There is no grand plan, just blank paper or canvas and something I see that cries out to be turned into some form of art.
I'm drawing the illustrations for a book, but I haven't found a particular direction so I may do the drawings on toned paper with pencil and white charcoal, and then see where I want to go from there. It's getting cold, it's going to rain, and sometimes the energy to be full of enthusiasm just isn't there.
Our Aaron Brothers at the corner is going to close down, for there are not enough customers to sustain the store. This is very disconcerting because they were a wonderful addition to our rural community. I will miss Greg, and Marlene and all the good products and services they have delivered over the past 10 years. Thank you Aaron Brothers you are a great store even though you only stayed for a while. I will miss you, and the people who worked there. Things change, and they are also closing the Michaels that is close by, so our access to art supplies will have to be from the internet. It's a Sad Day for the artists of East County San Diego. :(
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Sometimes in life you draw from your head and heart, and then you put those drawings away because you have too much to do in your busy artistic life. I am 61 years old, and I joined an art group called Deviant Art about 2 years ago. In that time I have written to the stock photographer Marion Skydancer, and drawn pictures of him many times over. These images of a long haired, white bearded man are based on the beautiful photographs taken of Marion Skydancer. Sometimes he takes my breath away, because to me he is regal, kind, generous, and a very active model and photographer. He is both old and ageless. His work is beautiful, and so is the man. Sometimes in life the drawings we make are based on the future, and what dreams will come. Marion Skydancer is the answer to those dreams. View his work at :devSkydancer-stock: on Deviant Art. It's wonderful to have a muse. Thank you Marion for all the images and the work you do! Find what you love to do, and do it. You will never regret the work you accomplish while following your heart. Write is I get work, and let me know if you get work. I will cheer you on. Have a good day, and let your work follow your heart.
Monday, January 11, 2010
It's fun to choose a subject, and draw and paint Roosters and chickens in all their diversity. I have never had the time to just devote myself to the same subject, and then paint to my hearts content. I know I will soon move on to some other animal, flower, or bird, but for now I will enjoy the beauty and comedy of chickens, increase my knowledge, increase my skills, and use my time wisely.
I have some books I've written for children that need to be illustrated, some large very involved paintings in the studio that need to be completed but they will have to wait. It's winter, spring is some time away, and about 10" of rain is forecast to fall this week. I think I will stick with the small simple pleasures of life, a hot cup of coffee, warm cocoa, or soothing hot tea, small paintings, intimate watercolors and a cozy fire to keep me warm. Sometimes small simple pleasures are much more satisfying then big, bold and exciting. Sometimes a hug, and a shoulder to rest your head on is satisfying enough. I think I will continue to explore the colorful world of chickens. Have a good day, don't worry about work, and enjoy a soothing cup of tea with me. Small pleasures, and good company, quiet times, and a measure of peace I wish for you.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Rooster are obviously fascinating me in all their variety and splendor, but I have been painting chickens for years now. I love painting birds, but I love the attitude of chickens and Roosters in particular. I know many people enjoy raising chickens, and some of those chickens become family members and pets. Plus they provide lots of free entertainment for all.
I put up to older Alkyd and Oil Painting I did a while ago to show the different look that can be achieved with a different medium. It's the same subject matter, but a different technique. I could paint with oils impressionisticly , and you would have another way of painting chickens. It's important to get the anatomy correct, but the method of execution determines the final look of the image. I have drawn and painted Roosters and chickens on the computer in Adobe Illustrator, and carved linoleum block to make a simple graphic print. I have sculpted chickens in clay and carved them in foam. Once spring is here and the weather warms up I will go to the corner feed store, and buy some more chickens for their eggs, modeling ability, and the joy they bring to my yard and garden.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
There is a great deal of pleasure I get from drawing my wizard or painting the bright, colorful patterns of Mandrin Ducks or Wood Ducks. I love to paint the patterns of chickens, and the stripes of Tigers. There is pattern and beauty all around us, and even the pattern of leaves fallen to the ground, or dried stalks of mowed grain covered with a blanket of snow are inspiration for an artist. Today I give thanks for all the beauty in just a square foot of earth, sky, water, or the heavens. Add music and you have magic of light and color accompanied by sound to make your painting experience even better. Today I have cut up some smooth watercolor paper to paint some chicken portraits on, and to experience how the texture of paper of lack there of effects an illustration or painting.