Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Father & Son


This is a stippling done for Jamie. It is of her little brother with his new baby boy sporting their baseball caps together.



Boys !!!

Saturday, November 15, 2008

A Thought.....

My gift to you today is not a painting or a sketch, but a thought.
A moment of clarity that came to me the other day while I was working that just could not be forgotten in the midst of the push and pull that has been in my mind for...I don't know how long now. It's been a long time.

I awake at four thirty every morning, get showered and dressed while throwing coffee down my throat to get out the door for the hour drive to the factory that starts at seven on the dot. While it's tough finding a job doing what I know, I am thankful that I am working. Even if it is temporary. The pay is laughable, the work can be stressful on my hands and back and we, the workers, are continually reminded that we can be sent home at any time. It is understood by all that each one of us will be hollered at, at least once a day, to assure that we are working to our full capacity. Even when we already are. Yet, I feel fortunate. The thought of good people having such a difficult time right now doesn't escape my mind. Not every person gets to listen to music over the intercom. None the less, the misfortune of others doesn't help lift my spirit.

During the middle of the work day, I was standing on a wooden crate on line B between two heaters after second pour to fix the imperfections in the candles. They call this reheat and it was my turn. While burning my fingertips on the hot glass to straighten the wicks, my mind was racing as it usually does. Why am I here? What am I doing here? How could I have been so stupid to leave the job that I had? I can't believe how much the loans are for school. I have no ambition or desire to paint......the thoughts just keep getting darker and lower until a tear trickled down and the pain spread through my whole being like ink on a wet paper towel. The whole time, no one sees, no one feels it, I am invisible in a grey plain of reality. Like an older black and white movie, just one of many with colorless cheeks and dark lips.

A song comes on. "Let's Dance, Let's Shout. Skake Your Body Down to the Ground." sings Michael. I love this song, it has such a great beat....Man, it's been such a long time since I went dancing and since I am invisible, I think I will dance to it, just a little. What harm will it bring other then to maybe get yelled at and I'm so used to that, I figure I might as well get yelled at for something. So, I did.

For a few minutes, I felt free as a bird. I felt the sun shining on my skin, young and beautiful again. It was as if my heart was going to bust open, spilling my love forth all over the factory floor, splattering each persons shirt, pants and shoes. I was lost and infatuated but with no one person, with everyone and everything. Then I awoke to laughter and people watching. They were smiling and so was I. A funny and lovely feeling, an understanding. I wasn't invisible anymore and have felt happily touched inside ever since.

I cannot tell you that I have constructed beautifully coined phrases as some great poet has or have given the gift of wisdom through my words, but I can share this thought I had with you. For what it may be worth to you.

Dancing in the light of my life, I will live forever.

Maybe that is how you can live forever too.

For, I love my life and most importantly.....

I love you.


Amy Gene' Frizzell

Wednesday, September 3, 2008


Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand.

Vanished from my hand.

Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.


Bob Dylan

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Ted Bundy




These sketches are done using a free association drawing method where I have viewed the picture, stored it away, then did not view what I have drawn until I was finished. So different and yet, so alike.....It felt good to not rely on my eyes so much.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Help You Reach


This piece was done using two paint spatulas with acrylic paint, no brush strokes.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

"Cold Water"


One of my favorite vocal artists / song writers...
Damien Rice

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Monday, June 9, 2008

Small Embrace


Holding one of my favorite possessions. It's a wooden carving of a faceless man and woman sitting in an embrace. It reminds me of how, sometimes, beautifully vulnerable all are we. At one time or another. Instead of using color, I decided to represent it with simple, black, magic marker.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Through the Tree


This was from my viewpoint gazing up from underneath of a Maple tree. This is a very small section.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Sitting


Pastel Impression of Early Autumn, Montclair


This is my first attempt at a landscape, sketched and blended with chalk pastel. The original painting is called Early Autumn, Montclair. This was painted by George Inness in oil on canvas. I chose this to practice because of the bold tones of peach, orange and yellow he chose to use which I feel, gave this painting a warm inviting glow.

Sand Paper Impression