Then and Now

I would personally love and be honored to give a shout-out to the woman who has taught me the world of beauty found in watercolors. I have so far to go but with such an amazing teacher, I know I shall soar. Please welcome a new face to the world of Word Press, a friend and woman who has my admiration and undying thanks for the gifts she’s bestowed upon my life in teaching me that creativity has so many outlets, to stretch my wings and dare to soar. Please stop in, say hi and give her a hearty WP welcome. I’m sure she will be posting much more in the future but Welcome to a new home Angie💕 Peace and dare to dream big, K ⭐️🌟💫

Angie Brown Art

The Cardinal and The Nokomis Sunset…

The Cardinal is a very early watercolor painting from many moons ago when I first started my watercolor journey.

The Nokomis Sunset is one of my most recently completed watercolors.

I entered my first juried art contest with this one, just a few weeks ago. I didn’t place in the top three, but I did learn a lot, and gained a bit more confidence in my ability as an artist. This piece did receive an honorable mention, and I was given a gift card for the local art store. Although I didn’t win 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place, I did place at 5th. And, I’m quite happy with that. The fact that I pushed myself out of my comfort zone, beyond my fear of not being good enough, and entered the contest at all, well, means that I won!

Fear is real, we all have it. But…

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Calm waters

She waits on the edge of life as it happens,

casually watching from a watered world,

gentle and languid she moves going nowhere,

the mermaids tale waits to be told.

What does she gather behind smiling eyes,

where magic comes together and can formalize

into something amazing and the sense that will be

as she swims in pools of a universal eternity.

Silently she ponders the sun and moon tides

and slips below the surface to count her stars,

as they edge into the corals of this beautiful life

soft the grasses move as she passes

for she is among those she calls friends

and love is heard in the songs of the sea,

shadows of clouds break to let in the light

and blue-green water beckons the sailor to come near,

with a flick of her tail she dives to the depths

knowing the eyes follow the movement of ripples

she will rise when she’s ready

hearing the call of the lulling rain

washing upon the soul of her life.