tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48415476925083327922024-03-14T10:01:05.870-07:00Sarah Goodnough - Celebrate Life Through ArtSarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-88424249223181081352015-02-14T15:15:00.000-08:002015-02-15T13:40:42.975-08:00My Secret Signature<div class="" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When I was in first grade my teacher taught us how to draw animals using letters of the alphabet. I really only remember that we made a whale out the letter W ... and then there was the S-Duck. Since my name began with S, I quickly had a natural affinity to this letter. Who knows, perhaps this is where my love for drawing birds also was birthed. I started drawing the S-Duck on every piece of paper I could get my hands on. I even drew it on sidewalks with chalk...and on a shirt sleeve...and maybe on a basement wall. (Not on a basement wall if my mom is reading this.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The S-Ducky, which it affectionately became known as, needed scenery and a lovely, utopic world to live in. My drawings began to portray S-Ducky floating on top of blue ocean water filled with seaweed, clams, fish and rocks. The sky was always blue and the sun was shining. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A bit embarrassing is the evolution of S-Ducky drawings after this point. I'm not sure when I became so obsessed with love and marriage, but my six year old brain thought this must be the measure of pure bliss... so, of course Mr. S-Ducky met Mrs. S-Ducky and they expressed their love with marriage vows on the Sea of Love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Years ago, when I was getting started down my professional painting path, my sister said I should put some sort of personalized signature on the back of my original paintings. She then said, "You need to put the S-Ducky!" We both laughed, and it definitely seemed fitting. For several years now, the S-Ducky has been my "secret signature" on the back of my paintings. So please know that if you own one of my paintings, you actually own two pieces of my art, and the S-Ducky is my love stamp.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Recently inspired by a FaceBook campaign to get artists talking about their work, I realized how much we artists have to share and often forget the road we traveled, getting us to where we are currently. This campaign has created the opportunity to see my artist friends work and hear their stories. Causing me and others to know them newly and in a richer context of who they are as people and artists. Artists often have to come from a vulnerable space to create, then they have to have courage to put their work in front of an audience, knowing that human beings will always be judging and assessing... that is just what we humans do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This makes me think about how we human beings, in general, don't share ourselves enough in an authentic way. By authentic way, I mean exposing thoughts and feelings in a way that is real with no fear or concerns of being judged. Why don't we share? We don't share for so many reasons; we want to be liked, we don't feel like what we say is important, it can be uncomfortable to share, we want others to do the work, we don't have confidence, we feel embarrassed, we are afraid of what others will say or not say, we think we are stupid ... And it goes on and on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we don't share, we forget our own greatness and rob others of our contribution. It is freeing and can be the greatest gift to ourselves to be known. We also forget that it is in us sharing that other people can be inspired and called into action about what they can have for their lives. To have no constraints in being able to express ourselves, leads to love with no constraints in all of our relationships. And for those of you, like myself, that tend to want to withhold their feelings, have the courage to be open and straight with people. Remember, people like a straight shooter, they know where they stand, and you get to the experience of being true to yourself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Artist 3x5 Challenge on Facebook consists of artists nominating other artists to share 3 of their works for 5 days. I think it has been beneficial for getting to know artists better and also created a sense of community with artists. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some of my artists friends that I have enjoyed getting to experience their work during the Artist 3x5 Challenge on Facebook are: Rip Caswell, Buzz Siler, Flora Bowly, Martin Burch, Theresa Andreas-O'leary, Juliette Crane, Jeni Lee, Katherine Treffinger, Paulette Insall </span></div>
Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-42635989373833425082015-01-16T10:53:00.000-08:002015-01-16T10:53:19.372-08:00Flight Of Imagination<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was asked recently by the client who bought <i>Flight of Imagination</i> to provide any commentary on this painting that I could share with him. This ended up being a great opportunity to reflect on why I paint what I do and I thought it would also be nice to </span>share with you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The inspiration for the painting, </span><i style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Flight Of Imagination, </i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">came</span><i style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </i><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">from my love of capturing the mystery and beauty of nature, and creating work that frees our minds from the ordinary.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I have connected with animals since a young age and from my earliest memories, I have always used making art as my favorite form of self-expression.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It is not surprising that as my artwork evolved, I began painting birds and nature. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Birds to me have always been magical creatures that exist between the heavens and earth. I have spent a lot of time in nature and one of my favorite things to do is observe birds. Their movement, social structures, physiology, and instincts are fascinating, especially observing these variations in different species. On a more spiritual level, they are symbols of freedom, inspiration, and transcendence. As someone who loves symbolism, it is interesting to read about the different kinds of birds and their meaning in different cultures.</span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">In <i>Flight Of Imagination</i>, I patterned these birds after the swallow. Swallows are one of my favorite birds to watch, their movement is swift, fast and they can turn quickly. Fighter jet wings were actually modeled after this type of bird wing. I took artistic license with the vivid red-orange coloring of these birds, creating a mood of energy and aliveness against the contrasting dreamy, blue backdrop. I can see the correlation between how a bird takes to flight effortlessly, and how our minds can drift, and in an instant we can be soaring with a new idea, eureka moment or beautiful daydream. </span></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Overall, my work reflects that in life the Divine is always present, connecting us to each other and everything in inexplicable ways. It is the thread that weaves the magic, joy, and peace into our lives. The reason I use a lot of circles in my work stems back to my love of symbolism. The circle is an unbroken line which has no beginning, no end and no direction. With these attributes, the circle represents a completeness which encompasses all space and time. Symbolically, the circle depicts the unending, the unknowable, the un-measurable, the un-graspable and the indefinable. In other words, the circle is the symbol of Divinity.</span></span></div>
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Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-39551139453171344802014-10-08T13:21:00.002-07:002014-10-08T13:21:33.764-07:00Art Of Transformation - Call For Artists<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-14270023351914889162014-06-01T12:20:00.001-07:002014-06-01T12:45:40.363-07:00Recommitting<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Its true... I can be a flake. I say that about myself in the most loving and truthful way. Some people excuse it by saying it is my artistic side, but I'm going to own it and say it just shows a lack commitment and integrity of my word. I have been awesomely confronted this past month with my lack of commitment to what I say I am committed to. It has been a great journey through my soul to re-examine my commitments and re-align with my highest self. By putting my commitments in writing, I have gotten clarity and brought intentionality into the way I choose to live my life. I can always come back to them for reference when wondering what my next step is or to center myself again. These commitments fall under a very large umbrella that allows me the freedom to dream BIG.... REALLY BIG. And that is really exciting. So exciting that I can say I am lit up about life. I'd like to share my top 3 commitments, because it is fun...and it will inspire me to keep living into them. If you see anything that you like, steal them for your own list of commitments. I would be honored... by the way, I stole a few parts from a very dear friend that likes to dream really big too, I think this just reaffirms that it is a really juicy and powerful commitment.</span><br />
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<li style="margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I am committed to my family, friends and all others having the life they love, so that they too are lit up and inspired by what they create and continue to create for their lives. I am </span>committed<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> to standing in contribution and </span>generosity<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> for others, being love and a clearing for them to live into the possibilities they want to realize for their lives.</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In this self explorative exercise, I also wrote down how these commitments would look in real life to be realized. Giving real actions to be taken to make these not just a list on paper, but bring them into reality. This step is very important because it crystalized the actions I need to take and ways of being I need to be in order have the results these commitments will produce. Then I posted them in a few different places to keep me aware and in tune to their reality in my world.</span></div>
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Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-28561714656160058952013-05-06T09:20:00.002-07:002013-05-06T09:46:10.301-07:00My New Website<span style="font-size: large;">You are looking at the new format for my new website and blog... coming soon! I</span><span style="font-size: large;"> have been working on this new layout for a while now, and the blog portion has been launched so you can see what it will look like in the near future. </span><span style="font-size: large;">My blog and my website will be integrated, however, the </span><span style="font-size: large;">actual website is not activated as of yet. This means the links in the header of this blog do not work, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">so </span><span style="font-size: large;">please refer to my current website,</span><a href="http://www.sarahgoodnough.com/" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank"> www.sarahgoodnough.com</a>,<span style="font-size: large;"> to find information about my paintings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I welcome feedback.</span>Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-48635005087872733772013-02-20T14:10:00.001-08:002013-02-20T14:10:56.492-08:00Snowy Owls Come To The Northwest<br />In October 2012 I decided to paint white owls. Although, Snowy Owls are not indigenous to Oregon, I thought a white owl would allow for beautiful play with color. I originally was thinking of the Snowy Owl, but after doing research I thought the white Barred Owl would be more fitting. The Barred Owl looks more like a traditional owl with the distinguished tufts around the eyes. Also, I didn't think I would like the yellow eyes of a Snowy Owl in a painting.<div>
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I joke that I must be a powerful manifester, because two days after finishing the owl painting I saw an owl about 20 feet away sitting up on a tree branch while walking my dog, Milo. The dog actually noticed it first, stopping and looking up at it, I stopped to see what he was looking at. I didn't have my camera for that one, but that was the only owl I had ever seen in the wild.</div>
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Then in January, I got word that Snowy Owls were spotted at Fort Stevens State Park, only 20 minutes from Astoria. I grabbed my significant other and raced out there as fast as I could, to my amazement there were two hanging out just were he had seen them a few days before. They were easily spotted with their magnificent white feathers, resting in plain daylight on logs. I was in owl heaven, I took my telephoto lens (a mere disposable camera to the heavy duty, National Geographic lenses of my fellow on lookers), and got the best shots I could. </div>
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I went home and went straight to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowy_Owl" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>, to find out why these beautiful creatures came to Oregon for the winter. Apparently they are fairly nomadic and are hungry. They will fly further south when food is in demand, this is determined by changes in their population and the boom and bust cycle of lemmings, which is their main food source. They like open spaces that mimic the tundra, where they perch above and wait for their meal to pass by. These two are either females or fledglings, the males are pure white. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">I said goodbye to my Bailey dog on July 6th, 2012. He waited for me to come home, when I got there he lifted his head and looked at me with relief. He wanted to stay with me, but he also knew he needed to let go, it was his time. </span> And in a few minutes, he just slipped away, not able to hold on any longer. <span class="Apple-style-span"> Now it was my turn to let go. Lets just say I didn't handle it as gracefully. I had known it was coming for several months, yet I couldn't believe it was happening... it wasn't how I had envisioned him dying.</span></div>
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Grief is a funny thing, it paralyzes your heart and head for a good amount of time after a grand loss. I'm not quite sure what I did for about 3 weeks, time really alluded me as my mind would drift to the past memories. More than anything I wanted the day of his actual death to stop looping in my head. I couldn't reconcile in my heart that I should have done something different that day. That I should have paid more attention and just sat with him the whole day. I wanted him to forgive me for not realizing that his little body was shutting down and that he was trying to get my attention. I kept thinking that when I got all my work done that I had been putting off that whole week, I would sit with him that night, because I was pretty sure the next day I would be calling on the vet to put him to sleep. Looking back now, I think Bailey knew I couldn't make that decision, so he made it for me. </div>
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He died about 5pm. That morning I took him and his puppy brother, Milo, to the beach. The beach is just possibly a dog's favorite places on earth. I let the crazy puppy out of the van to frolic on the beach and play at the waters edge. I sat on the floor in the van with the sliding door open, Bailey lay next to me. He was too weak to want to get out, but alert enough to want to smell and watch the ocean waves. We just sat and watched, and it was like a silent, slow motion movie playing before us. About 20 pelicans (which I hardly ever see) followed each other in a straight line, flying parallel to the beach. They would ascend and descend as if playing follow the leader. Bailey and I just watched for the longest time, it was rhythmic; watching the pelicans, the waves and Milo dance on the beach. It was peaceful. In that moment, the world felt in sync. My old friend, who was always by my side, was also peaceful and in tune with his surroundings, he felt it too. Later, when we were driving off the beach, Bailey made an effort to get up on the seat to look at the ocean... looking back on this, I think he knew, on a cellular level, this was his last time on the beach, and he was saying goodbye to his favorite place on earth.<br />
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About 7pm, Bailey was gone physically from my home. I was left with a black hole in my heart, a deafening silent home, and my 11 month old golden retriever looking at me like, "What just happened?" So Milo and I went back to the beach.<br />
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It was the only place that I could ensure any sort of peace. I needed my heart to be able to expand in a wide open space. As Milo ran ahead of me, frolicking in the waves, entering on stage left were the pelicans. Rising up and dipping back into the water, again in there slow methodic flight pattern. Seeing this struck me with a wave of peace. That morning's memories of oneness with the world, sitting with Bailey in the van, all flooded back. He didn't feel so far away and I didn't feel so lost. I sat down on a washed up log to sit and take it all in. I looked down at an inscription that someone had carved into the log. It said, "God".<br />
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As I watched the sun set, I couldn't help but smile at the synchronicity and symbolism of it all. I was left with a deep appreciation for the experience of having Bailey in my life and with witnessing God's presence when I most needed it.<br />
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For awhile I was mentally crawling my way through the daily grind. I would continue to ask myself, "How can I take care of myself in this moment." I gave myself permission to feel, but not wallow. I didn't want to mask my feelings by using any substance or playing the avoidance game that I usually am so good at when I don't want to deal with my emotions. Pretty soon the guilt of letting him down on the day he passed subsided, I know that he knows how much I loved him and the last thing I wanted was for him to suffer. Sometimes it feels like he is slipping farther and farther away, and other times like he is close by. I have seen two pelicans on two separate occasions in places where I have never seen them before. They seem to show up when I am deeply missing him, I'll take it as a sign that all is okay, that his spirit is still with me. I do miss his gentle presence he was my best friend. </div>
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I am ever so thankful for Milo. The fact that I even got Milo when I did is serendipitous. He is turning into an awesome dog. It took me some time to stop comparing him to Bailey, and letting him be his own unique dog. This is why I miss Bailey so much, he was so unique. However, this is also why I am growing fonder of Milo every day, he makes me laugh and he is so full of life that I can't help but think how lucky I am.<br />
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It has now been 6 months since Bailey's passing, the beginning of a new year and a fresh start into a new chapter in my life. I am cherishing the old memories, trying to remember to enjoy the precious present moment, and looking forward to creating new goals for an exciting future. My life is flowering again after the growing pains of loss, and I am left with a whole lot of gratitude for these lessons and nothing but love for my old friend, Bailey Boy.<br />
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<br />Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-1816904228785360912012-07-02T00:41:00.000-07:002012-07-02T00:41:55.663-07:00Dealing With Loss<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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My heart has been heavy the last several months as I face the loss of my dog to Lymphoma. He is growing weaker and I know it is not much longer... I am thankful for the many blessed years I have had with this fury angel, he truly has been one of the greatest gifts in my life. He and I have been inseparable since he was placed in my arms at 10 weeks old. I am not sure how to do life without him, but I will learn.<br />
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Grief is a funny thing, it has many gifts and lessons in spite of all the sadness. As the lessons begin to unravel, I am reminded of how our pets lives are too short, and this I believe is the first gift. I know this might sound crazy to some, but because our time with our pets is very limited in years compared to an average human life span, we have the opportunity to experience the life cycle speeded up. In having this opportunity to love and be loved, care for, laugh, play and cry with my dog over the years, there is a strong family like bond. To have the opportunity of seeing youth turn to old age, sharing in his health and helping him in his sickness, it is a great reminder not to take the people or animals we love for granted. It is a beautiful reminder that every thing is always changing and to remember to be thankful for health and happiness when we have it, and to be present and thankful for the experience of love that we have been given. It also prepares us for dealing with the grief of losing family members and friends when the time comes, helping us to learn coping skills and understanding the feelings that come with loss.<br />
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My art is the best constructive way that I know how to release my feelings. I started a painting with a single tree, a solitary place made for dreams. A place to connect with those that have passed on, those that we miss and love. I find that because of my sensitivity to loss right now, I have a much more heightened sense of compassion for all those who have lost a person or animal they loved... and this unravels another great gift of grief.<br />
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<br />Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-68587251482991829132012-06-15T22:09:00.000-07:002012-06-15T22:09:16.490-07:00Life Energy, Sarah Goodnough Painting<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-45716354059970931492012-04-08T10:00:00.000-07:002012-04-08T10:02:06.643-07:00Hand Embellished Prints with great Quality<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My canvas giclee prints are in limited editions, they are printed with 100+ years archival ink and laminated with a UV protective finish in gloss or matte. I do hand embellish a small number of prints in each edition, which are labeled as artist proofs. Prints come with a certificate of authenticity and all are signed by yours truly.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When embellished with paint, the print really has an extra punch of texture and color, making it look more like an original piece of art. As in the case of the above embellished prints, they are all being tweaked to meet the color palette the client wants...bringing down the pinks and reds and adding more rust and peach tones.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Many artists these days are making prints of their work, it has truly leveled the playing field for people being able to have affordable art. I love the idea of art being available for everyone to enjoy. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Although I have been approached by several licensing companies over the last couple of years to produce my work on a mass scale for retail chain stores in open editions, I have decided not to go this route. I find it resonates with me to keep my images special to the people that really want them by limiting the quantity to a small number. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The pricing of my prints reflects their originality and limited quantity. If the giclee print is embellished by me, although still a print, it is a one of a kind piece of art that will look like no other. </span></div>
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Florence Nightingale, in her book <i>Notes on Nursing</i>, described the patient's need for beauty, even to look out a window or gaze at a vase of flowers: "People say the effect is only on the mind. It is no such thing. The effect is on the body, too."<br />
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If you, or someone you love, is sick physically or emotionally, consider beautifying the space around you or them with flowers, a water feature, art or peaceful music.... it really does make a difference.<br />
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbn1O6RJCDSm8N_IuQcB-7hWCj82Q2-pCmT1H4YdJ0AwYHZCCx5iVdVuffbTgOwz1d3D4Xdoiiv6sSadAyJGoqn4TzMG5AfvUEtes_gkyWEmRrunNT4XctvNJNkTSGMWME-pCKJ-bsNFH/s320/Joyful+Abundance+%2528000111-9%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723540497507425522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">Joyful Abundance (40 x 40) - Original Sold, Giclee Prints Available</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">These paintings combine flora and fauna, integrated in a magical way that I hope evokes the feeling of divine energy all around us. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">Hummingbirds are a connection to spirit for me. When I see them it always seems to be at a time when </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">God is saying "everything is alright". </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"> </span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfH-hBWgWwL-lNWZ0APB7GD5QXX_3NaG9eg8WoHm0NDVcZpyuF2u2ixbEYJgoIBLAasa4vgKcQNqTRaj0hWYmn5dzh44EncEg62lVams6Ji3KQkw9kQWrhBbvj5BoOrAd8Z8P_cp6tzfi/s1600/Being+Present+%2528000911-1%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div></div>Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-33465921063448700722012-03-23T21:51:00.002-07:002012-03-23T21:54:38.087-07:00Love Story, Sarah Goodnough Painting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMR0jL093tAawFfjzPCFzUNBa0szLZFpjjYksrGbpD5LLouzzqNpmYWY1dGvFoKpwg1ERmgWVxzF9nFN8w9WTUpvEmb-NGexx3BSsv-vmyZ7ERoFhuS42_tzlvw04uO56KIToEgDmvRuOX/s1600/Love+Story+%2528000312-2%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMR0jL093tAawFfjzPCFzUNBa0szLZFpjjYksrGbpD5LLouzzqNpmYWY1dGvFoKpwg1ERmgWVxzF9nFN8w9WTUpvEmb-NGexx3BSsv-vmyZ7ERoFhuS42_tzlvw04uO56KIToEgDmvRuOX/s320/Love+Story+%2528000312-2%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723322526177729938" /></a><br /><i>Love Story - 36 x 48 Acrylic Painting on Canvas - Original Sold - Giclee Prints Available<br /></i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>Love Story</i> was a romantic piece that came about because of my passion for roses. I have had the idea to paint roses for awhile and decided to add the birds in a tree to this contemporary impressionist painting. I can just imagine looking up at the moon while sitting with my loved one in this old English garden.</span></div>Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-80977430446002997962011-11-28T22:10:00.000-08:002011-11-29T23:03:07.350-08:00Sarah Goodnough Painting of Queen Anne's Lace<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijD6OlpGWghebPM70iaYkKHUdsITP9oA32i5qT_759GtERaB_Z5CSZAjZmNFGnfS1iZR447AW6_YiOcIgdc8x-XDXsGzQQh_MKY8Avd-EtAnE4ObTqjdbkTscCiiPfJDZdzra8keJU-myJ/s1600/Delicate+Nostalgia+%2528000811-3%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijD6OlpGWghebPM70iaYkKHUdsITP9oA32i5qT_759GtERaB_Z5CSZAjZmNFGnfS1iZR447AW6_YiOcIgdc8x-XDXsGzQQh_MKY8Avd-EtAnE4ObTqjdbkTscCiiPfJDZdzra8keJU-myJ/s400/Delicate+Nostalgia+%2528000811-3%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680327458213216722" /></a><br /><br />I remember being a little girl and looking up at the tall Queen Anne's lace in my neighbor, Mrs. Gaston's english garden. It made an impression on me, I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps a combination of it's tall delicate simplicity and it's name, "Queen Anne's Lace". After all, who was this Queen Anne and did she really use this flower for lace?<div><br /><div>With a star burst of white flowers on lime green stems, there is something enchanting about this wild flower that pops up along roadsides, meadows, gardens, parking lots and anywhere else it can find a place to grow. It is a prolific flower, growing wild and free, dotting July and August landscapes with hints of summer memories come and gone. I am sure I could google the story of how this flower got it's name, however, I believe it is the nostalgia brought back by seeing it year after year, showing up where least expected and taking one back to sweet times that makes this wild flower so fit for a queen.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I titled this acrylic painting "Delicate Nostalgia". It is 36 x 36. The original has sold, but I do have limited edition giclee canvas prints available in 40 x 40, 36 x 36 , 30 x 30 and 24 x 24. Refer to my website, <a href="http://www.sarahgoodnough.com/">sarahgoodnough.com</a> for pricing and more available prints.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-52468683030013230632011-11-27T18:10:00.000-08:002012-04-01T12:27:00.010-07:00Birds in Flight Paintings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the Rise <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">(40 x 30) Mixed Media, Original Sold</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lunar Migration <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">(24 x 24) Mixed Media on Canvas, Original Sold</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Winged Ascension <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">(36 x 48) Acrylic on Canvas, Original Sold, Prints Available</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flight <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">(36 x 48) Acrylic on Canvas, Original Sold, Prints Available</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Embarking Daybreak <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">(36 x 48) Acrylic on Canvas, Original Sold, Prints Available</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crimson Flurry <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">(24 x 24) Mixed Media on Canvas, Original Sold</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coastal Migration <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">(24 x 24) Mixed Media on Canvas, Original Sold</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">5 O'clock Meadow <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">(30 x 30) Acrylic on Canvas, Original Sold, Prints Available</span></td></tr>
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I have always been captivated by watching birds fly. This series was inspired by capturing that fleeting, beautiful moment when a flock of birds gracefully takes flight. They are so in tune with one another, I am always in awe of their directional instinct, powerful wings, light bodies, and elegant flying ability.<br />
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I used silver and gold leafing in some of these as a design element. Many people say they see a rock wall, and like the juxtaposition of manmade structure and nature. I like to let people use their own imagination to make sense of the abstraction. By putting a recognizable concrete subject like birds in the picture, the brain is forced to bring understanding to the background.</div>
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I do have giclee prints of some of these paintings available in print sizes, 18 x 27, 24 x 32, 30 x 40 and 36 x 48. The silver and gold leaf do not print well, so there are not any giclee prints available paintings with this element.</div>Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-76701788642005598072011-11-27T08:06:00.000-08:002011-11-29T00:59:17.067-08:00Tree Sketches for a Commissioned Painting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh75t8QA5UU8gBMQky1SQFRCTgNX7d7pVIqQwE5AeFpTHbHfLIWnTOumK3tQVlHBwfCeirSnDs8mxqZU3cAJf_ac4f2AfhPBw1qOZBdT49fbWRou5fgukmLM3JOnTMPvVg3WD3OxL0aJBB/s1600/Seasonal+Tree+Commission.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh75t8QA5UU8gBMQky1SQFRCTgNX7d7pVIqQwE5AeFpTHbHfLIWnTOumK3tQVlHBwfCeirSnDs8mxqZU3cAJf_ac4f2AfhPBw1qOZBdT49fbWRou5fgukmLM3JOnTMPvVg3WD3OxL0aJBB/s400/Seasonal+Tree+Commission.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679709171263205666" /></a><br />Thumbnail sketches for a commission that I am working on. The client wants to have four large paintings of a tree that changes with the seasons to hang over their fire place. It will be a vertical 40 x 60. I will work a few of these into some colored renderings that give the client some ideas and choices for their paintings. It is good to clarify and narrow down what they envision for their home. <div><br /></div><div>I typically do not work from sketches, but it is nice to come up with several concrete ideas. Perhaps a few of these will show up in some other paintings of mine. It is exciting for me to think of all the color possibilities with the same scene, and the same shaped tree, creating so many different paintings around one concept.</div><div><br /></div>Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-73884167126723075602011-11-26T23:45:00.000-08:002011-11-29T01:00:29.014-08:00Inside My Art Studio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHrTkf49Q_4Cxy6YbtGXMRqEiQn2QuCQSrSEqP6pXFzFKgbcXS3iHtkE9M2CyxjgN6pRaNer14-zcm2R-adncaPJ-aL1uVxR3Vl3aqYjP6GfvtXeI46B_apJB4YJ4wqvef-s5lqyYHa4c/s1600/IMGP1139.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: right;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHrTkf49Q_4Cxy6YbtGXMRqEiQn2QuCQSrSEqP6pXFzFKgbcXS3iHtkE9M2CyxjgN6pRaNer14-zcm2R-adncaPJ-aL1uVxR3Vl3aqYjP6GfvtXeI46B_apJB4YJ4wqvef-s5lqyYHa4c/s320/IMGP1139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679584417301039474" /></a><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>After moving in July, I have been working in my new studio. It has been freeing to be in a larger space that I can step far back and see my paintings at a distance. I am so grateful and working on making it my dream studio.<div><br /></div><div>I am currently in the process of remodeling the space... my significant other doesn't care to hear my music through the paper thin/non insulated ceiling, and I can never seem to play my music loud enough:-) I am thankful that he is an architect and knows how to fix the situation. I also am having adequate lighting put in, painting the walls and putting in new flooring ... I am so excited, truly a kid at Christmas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>I have been working around the contractors, putting away all my supplies and bringing them out again when they are gone... it definitely is a minimalist working situation at the moment.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsrUzkS3Emp1UA_WFBaO7CMmjJIvewdBUCoEPR76Pj-Gz2Blh_n70EK5WR6kQ-IW2I2aQw26q6DusPNzgpTpXmpeohHBo8ssRMfWzMATtOTCBs0SwLiaZvfYYJp6zIs0L0SiFVPD6NnSP/s320/IMGP1135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679584878607637922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></div>Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-52779763998202954382011-02-26T12:06:00.001-08:002011-02-26T14:19:35.070-08:00Handwritten Letters vs. Modern TechnologyI received a hand written letter from my Grandmother (Nana) today. It got me thinking about letter writing becoming a lost art form in this world of e-mail and internet. Will we have lost the personal connection to people that have passed in 100 years?<div><br /></div><div>I went to Ohio on a recent family visit. While home, my Grandmother shared with my sister and I, letters she recently received from her cousin. They were old letters written during WWI from her father to his sister. It was a wonderful new treasure for Nana to have in her possession, I could sense the connection she felt to her father who had long passed, not a small thing to a 89 year old woman. It was a beautiful experience for my sister and I, learning about our family history through the words of a man we never got to meet. We listened as she read the cursive handwriting on the yellow, aged paper. There were 3 or 4 letters dated between 1918-1919, and in them he told how his soon to be wife had visited him at the Army base before he departed to Europe. He shared his thoughts on not wanting to marry her until he was back home safe, in fear that he would be "boxed" coming home. While overseas, he wrote of only wanting one thing sent to him..."candy", we all got a good laugh out of this. When he went on to specify how he wanted the good chocolates, I began to really feel family ties. In learning where he was stationed, what he was doing daily, and getting little tidbits of what may seem trivial pieces of information, I was left yearning for more. Knowing these letters are little that remains from a family member long gone, I now feel a connection to my Great Grandfather, and a deeper connection to my Nana. There is great value in this. </div><div><br /></div><div>It appears as we get older, we do want to know more about our family and where we came from, I know I do. There are few things as personal as someones handwriting, especially when it is them writing about their personal thoughts and experiences. A handwritten letter is a link to that persons humanity, to their soul. I don't think the sentiment or nostalgic effect would have felt the same if my Grandma had said "I have these old e-mails from your Great Grandfather". </div><div><br /></div><div>Don't get me wrong, I love technology; with Skype, e-mail, texting and social media we have an instant connection to people that has never been possible and that certainly has worth. I know my sister was able to feel closer to her husband, who was in Iraq for a year, by using Skype. The visual connection gave instant relief to fears of him being okay. However, would their Great Grandchildren have enjoyed reading letters written between them during this time? Those Great Grandchildren would someday have the possibility to feel the deep connection to their past, and also have the knowledge of the history of their Great Grandparent's era. Now, only to be lost to messages on Facebook and Skype. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a treasure box full of letters and cards from family and friends, I will add the letter my Nana just sent to that box. I hope to live a long and healthy life, and in 40 years I will pull out that box and reminisce about the people in my life that I loved dearly. It definitely makes me contemplate what writings and sentiments I will contribute others in the future. Perhaps this is just my ego wanting to preserve my existence or a woman stuck in tradition and nostalgia. I know I am guilty of not hand writing letters, and I am pretty sure the people in younger generations do not either. Is letter writing becoming obsolete? If so, are we ready to face the lost sentiment and gap in our personal history in the years ahead? Perhaps I should make an effort to write more letters.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-76907079786402831722010-02-20T11:55:00.001-08:002010-02-20T12:26:51.222-08:00Artexpo New York 2010I am busily getting ready for the Artexpo in New York from March 25-28, 2010. I have met all my deadlines for getting promotional items ready to print this week...yahooo! Now it is time to get back to finishing paintings before my shipping date of March 9th. <br /><br />I have decided to do a give away at the expo with what I am calling "inspirational magnets". I designed magnets using some of my favorite inspirational words like growth, create, possibility, expand... and added an image I have painted next to the word. I think they will be really fun, I am excited to see how they turn out. <br /><br />I am also attempting to put together a short video of my work. It will show me painting, a slide show of my work and interviews with respected art critics about my work. I see U -Tube in my future.<br /><br />I accomplished choosing my new tag line this week "Celebrating Life Though Art". I think this pretty much sums up the overall message I want to put out into the world. There is endless possibility for all of us, we can choose freely in every moment to start creating a life we love. The past is in the past, and the future has not happened yet. We can choose to create our future now in the present. I believe there is an abundant life waiting for all of us, we just need to put ourselves into inspired action to created it, continue to be grateful for what we have and celebrate life.Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-20680504167214206392009-11-24T10:56:00.000-08:002009-11-24T11:13:31.588-08:00Sarah Goodnough painting, petite paintings<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDYhiPq_33ZZ6og2QG6IYZ4XSdV9IRmoTMb7e6ENF22TX8eJdujegYPxzDlMZhRJ6ea4f4Rhwq92wtwfwWwm43zUDl7NnnCaJ39uusbaHoYuO2DbueLykFYh7drfMYP-IG5gGJ1QUdvtR/s1600/IMGP5575.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDYhiPq_33ZZ6og2QG6IYZ4XSdV9IRmoTMb7e6ENF22TX8eJdujegYPxzDlMZhRJ6ea4f4Rhwq92wtwfwWwm43zUDl7NnnCaJ39uusbaHoYuO2DbueLykFYh7drfMYP-IG5gGJ1QUdvtR/s320/IMGP5575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407746944229530082" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhqJHYTDy3_BFA4OPoXTRz8ZJegNRtoIzIjFbBvPuUbJFGzm6-sTDEn3dyy9gON-Nc4bsC3NQriVsG-yMi5woV2Uz01LDByeYN46ZAskz2NWSm7qDzAbwblwQ9SuutsPNwJyThp_QpCvW/s1600/IMGP5573.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhqJHYTDy3_BFA4OPoXTRz8ZJegNRtoIzIjFbBvPuUbJFGzm6-sTDEn3dyy9gON-Nc4bsC3NQriVsG-yMi5woV2Uz01LDByeYN46ZAskz2NWSm7qDzAbwblwQ9SuutsPNwJyThp_QpCvW/s320/IMGP5573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407746843613597074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSiPQkekDAa1ATp5bT_oQoxsyo5tG5Loz5Z5bFWYzz4B_n-ZiFh10e1rLY31c0768MKQFXJHLruc-DlyOOY2niMBMxiTS4WNEz_GKqqBScCJUm7weYyAjg0VIep8mxmEX7QEHK-s0ehxLS/s1600/IMGP5584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSiPQkekDAa1ATp5bT_oQoxsyo5tG5Loz5Z5bFWYzz4B_n-ZiFh10e1rLY31c0768MKQFXJHLruc-DlyOOY2niMBMxiTS4WNEz_GKqqBScCJUm7weYyAjg0VIep8mxmEX7QEHK-s0ehxLS/s320/IMGP5584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407746757737501522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HuLy8g7rYKGC8VOnF30p318OdiLqCleivswStoLwitlRWfOtWpfmuYXKOIp9j5zA-Tc0nVCUP1yUYnWcDTyBf43UpAH7BOTMFqlmp-pRdOIxvvRBGs-nHnVnUygqNlPSs4zOG8ukAGIc/s1600/IMGP5565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HuLy8g7rYKGC8VOnF30p318OdiLqCleivswStoLwitlRWfOtWpfmuYXKOIp9j5zA-Tc0nVCUP1yUYnWcDTyBf43UpAH7BOTMFqlmp-pRdOIxvvRBGs-nHnVnUygqNlPSs4zOG8ukAGIc/s320/IMGP5565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407746582881992754" border="0" /></a>These are some new small 8 x 8 and 12 x 12 paintings I have been working on. They are inexpensive original art and make great gifts. View my website for more "petite paintings".Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-43936748844249812522009-11-23T14:08:00.000-08:002009-11-23T14:14:42.849-08:00Sarah Goodnough painting, Embarking Daybreak<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNSBD-5E1LCFeSqfQGHSHeTuuji8CjusIbFjEPYlnB4QQlfcQ7nkt-EStKL-QDIi8nuL9BX6vdnhS3Vny_-xe3AlHXbnHXQsYyMFxvkHBuo_TsTogT4ZPvMq4Wh00ouLS0RGSGgvBWQNQ/s1600/Embarking+Daybreak.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNSBD-5E1LCFeSqfQGHSHeTuuji8CjusIbFjEPYlnB4QQlfcQ7nkt-EStKL-QDIi8nuL9BX6vdnhS3Vny_-xe3AlHXbnHXQsYyMFxvkHBuo_TsTogT4ZPvMq4Wh00ouLS0RGSGgvBWQNQ/s320/Embarking+Daybreak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407424717317692242" border="0" /></a>Embarking Daybreak<br />36 x 48<br />Acrylic<br /><br />I have been doing several paintings with these flocks of birds with various backgrounds. I am inspired by the beauty of flight and the flurry of birds when flocked together.Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-41614691690741836112009-11-22T21:45:00.000-08:002009-11-22T21:57:09.437-08:00Sarah Goodnough Painting, Sustaining Harmony<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRyK8wWZpHQwQyAh7wyRvDWxtvuTnWgTtsfj0HcsDJ7adGGclMfNjuXMroQoU2jTFdCjHp1xJiuy26QnGS7MzK3NjZL_BQro6BY_un3RJ5K9HJQUWYX5f9CdkRBvC6TF9__pOgBc4CSU1/s1600/IMGP5522.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRyK8wWZpHQwQyAh7wyRvDWxtvuTnWgTtsfj0HcsDJ7adGGclMfNjuXMroQoU2jTFdCjHp1xJiuy26QnGS7MzK3NjZL_BQro6BY_un3RJ5K9HJQUWYX5f9CdkRBvC6TF9__pOgBc4CSU1/s320/IMGP5522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407171849356749810" border="0" /></a>Sustaining Harmony<br />36 x 36<br />Acrylic on Canvas<br /><br />I had a lot of fun painting this one. It flowed rather easily, I found it to came together naturally. I have come to really enjoy painting these abstracts inspired by nature. They are a challenge and expand my thinking because there no pre-planning going into them. They are more of an intuitive kind of painting; balancing composition, color, and form as the painting evolves.Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-20177014284649851332009-11-22T21:30:00.000-08:002009-11-22T21:45:09.438-08:00Painting, Delicate Splendor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6hJca6TB8CL9T2GBEBYX0kpnaf15Z4FfwkPS7xOkZ4eOEzQcCyIewW10shZ-AO-6yR9fQXOfMqMqe9LRU_WXlkWu5ikGqJ27MbE4LVxcQOOtGSutHGtjsDJvPf20TrEawx3ur3Jwn_66/s1600/Winter+Fruit+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6hJca6TB8CL9T2GBEBYX0kpnaf15Z4FfwkPS7xOkZ4eOEzQcCyIewW10shZ-AO-6yR9fQXOfMqMqe9LRU_WXlkWu5ikGqJ27MbE4LVxcQOOtGSutHGtjsDJvPf20TrEawx3ur3Jwn_66/s320/Winter+Fruit+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407170925919530674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZh_yohLNbeQUy5WyonDPBBqV0qdYZ-1qkjFQXdIQ3AAfzXhgmbC7ctqcL8sx4uWaDGEFmGXJ5C-FnAmzeiAoBw5Ny-V9mRypJ65keQ-nLDjFjPz8eokoa_A1pBvDH-Ad9f4CBtC82qhT/s1600/Winter+Fruit+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZh_yohLNbeQUy5WyonDPBBqV0qdYZ-1qkjFQXdIQ3AAfzXhgmbC7ctqcL8sx4uWaDGEFmGXJ5C-FnAmzeiAoBw5Ny-V9mRypJ65keQ-nLDjFjPz8eokoa_A1pBvDH-Ad9f4CBtC82qhT/s320/Winter+Fruit+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407170760120842930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvrZsswSvV-E2t7-LjOz0iMpsy5B9Yn2BdxzNNEjgFqFbSQf1UuvtjVMrRw3TRj1bkHCEGpKAbhxBH1RFRv-hrNWPZtqzcKZFblHgpJEzh8qyqQZiyOlCGqUXYwFnrOwErKR8OqiZIZ_cy/s1600/IMGP5530.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvrZsswSvV-E2t7-LjOz0iMpsy5B9Yn2BdxzNNEjgFqFbSQf1UuvtjVMrRw3TRj1bkHCEGpKAbhxBH1RFRv-hrNWPZtqzcKZFblHgpJEzh8qyqQZiyOlCGqUXYwFnrOwErKR8OqiZIZ_cy/s320/IMGP5530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407167517902150690" border="0" /></a>Delicate Splendor<br />30 x 40<br />Silver Leaf and Acrylic on Canvas<br /><br />Happy Holidays. This painting was inspired from last years winter snow storms. My neighbor's apple tree still had apples and a thick layer of ice and snow covered the branches. The apples were frozen and icy, they looked like the crystal covered apples at Christmas time, they were absolutely beautiful. A real winter wonderland.Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841547692508332792.post-18268014348570292822009-04-29T14:51:00.000-07:002009-04-29T17:27:39.666-07:00The Connection, (11 x 14), Acrylic Painting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGeDgJvLZ52XiObtRe8BLy3NJsb8XctbDJrYZ97-v_Yt3pDMGHPmZZMqw7AdcHeAK4PLaVZiu4wQXg6LzjqCWX88tFGqFiKCPT7FRAXDBbYhB5PmCH2Md_fHBSErj7NHU190B1eVIZfCh/s1600-h/The+Connection+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGeDgJvLZ52XiObtRe8BLy3NJsb8XctbDJrYZ97-v_Yt3pDMGHPmZZMqw7AdcHeAK4PLaVZiu4wQXg6LzjqCWX88tFGqFiKCPT7FRAXDBbYhB5PmCH2Md_fHBSErj7NHU190B1eVIZfCh/s320/The+Connection+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330234660782719618" border="0" /></a>This painting I call <span style="font-style: italic;">The Connection</span>. It reminded me of a story I read about how the leash is symbolic of an umbilical cord. The leash acts as a life giving connection between us humans and our pets, where we depend on each other for companionship and love.<br /><br />I created this painting for my friend, it is of her and her great companion, Barnie, who has recently passed. I used a reference photo from a wonderful day at the beach with her, myself and our two dogs. I loved the way Barnie use to look up at her with such trusting eyes as if to say "you are my world, I'll go where ever you are". I think I captured it in this painting...may we all have such love in our lives, whether it be from our human or animal friends.Sarah Goodnoughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852060193632763210noreply@blogger.com0