Thursday, April 10, 2014

Winged Soul -Guest Heart Thursday


Here is another drawing from my sketchbook.  The paper is actually grey.  For some reason the scanner dubs it as brown.  I used black and white Prismacolor pencils to do the shading.   I found an old photograph from a magazine for my inspiration, and of course I have hidden hearts in her hair.

There's something about this picture that seems like an expression of my own soul. It is the way I feel, when my soul is transported by beautiful music, or a piece of extraordinary artwork.  Or when I see something amazing in the skies, in the handiwork of my Creator--or when I hear stories of impossible, amazing events.  Miracles happen every day, we just need to look for them--to see with the eyes of one's soul. 

Have a lovely day, dear friends and Happy Guest Heart Thursday.

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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Shroom Fae -Guest Heart Thursday

I love drawing this beautiful girl.  She inspires my imagination.  And this drawing in my sketchbook is just perfect for Guest Heart Thursday--there are many hearts to be found in this graphite drawing!

Have a lovely day and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!

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Friday, March 28, 2014

Flower Face -Guest Heart Thursday

Of course, there are many many hidden hearts in this drawing from my sketchbook.  I thought this lovely Flower Faced girl would be just perfect for this Spring day.  Even though it is raining, there is a distinct feeling of newness in the air.  Flowers are blooming and the birds are singing.  And just now, that is enough for me.  (grin)

Have a lovely day and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!

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Thursday, March 20, 2014

At Bay -Guest Heart Thursday


This is a graphite drawing of a young lady by the name of Paige Curtis.  She is a dear girl, and one of my favorite models.  You can find her work at Dove Stock

Here is a strong woman who is not afraid to take on the bad guys!  And yes, there's a heart hidden in this drawing.

Have a lovely day and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!

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Thursday, March 13, 2014

Catkins -Guest Heart Thursday

Though it is still snowing in parts of our country, here in Oregon's beautiful Willamette Valley, Spring has burst upon us.  Overnight the trees have sallied forth in colorful blooms and bright flowers spring from the ground.  The sun is shining today--right through my office window as I type.  Ah, it is SO beautiful and warm.

My niece and I have always enjoyed pussy willows, pretending the small catkins are tiny kittens.  They are one of the first signs of Spring.  It was her birthday recently, so I painted this picture of  her with all those darling little kitten catkins.  Springtime is coming--and there is always hope in the Spring. 

Of course, there is a heart in this picture--though I didn't hide it this time!

Have a lovely day and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!

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Friday, February 28, 2014

The Goose Girl -Guest Heart Thursday


I have loved story of the Goose Girl since I was a little girl.  A couple of weeks ago, I read the fairytale again--and a drawing of the brave Princess and her geese flew from my pencil into my sketchbook--yes, if you look closely, there are hearts to be found. 

Here is my version of the story: 

There once was a great kingdom whose kind and generous king died, leaving behind his queen and their daughter, who was good and beautiful.  Of course, this girl had a Fairy Godmother who loved her.  When the Princess became a woman, as was the custom, she was betrothed to a prince in a faraway kingdom.  

Though the Prince and Princess had never met in person, they wrote many letters back and forth.  As the Prince read her letters, he fell deeply in love with the generous loving nature of the Princess who had been promised to him.

Then came the day the Princess was to leave for the kingdom of her Beloved.  The Queen provided all that was needed for her daughter to make the journey, including a maidservant.  Her Fairy Godmother gave the princess a talking horse who's name was Falada.

Sensing danger on the long journey, the fairy gave the Princess a lock of her own hair and told her to take great care of it, as it would give her protection.  In view of her maidservant, the girl placed the lock of hair into a tiny velvet bag and hid it in her bosom.  

In the tradition of those days, the Princess and her handmaiden rode together, safe within a wide circle of accompanying soldiers.  However, these brave men were not allowed to speak to the Princess, or to look upon her, only drawing near in time of grave danger.  To this end, the Princess wore a long veil over her face so no man would see her.  The Maidservant, also veiled, told the soldiers the wishes of the Princess as they were made known to her. 

As they traveled, the Princess and noble Falada became great friends.  She confided to the faery horse all of her thoughts, her hopes and dreams of true love.  She slept with her head pillowed against the horse's soft side and arose each morning with joy, knowing she would soon see her Beloved. 

But the servant girl was jealous of her mistress, because of her good fortune to marry the Prince she loved; her goodness, beauty and her friendship with the faery horse Falada. 
  
As they traveled seemingly endless miles for many days, there came a subtle change between the servant girl and the Princess.  All became clear one afternoon, when the Princess became thirsty.  She asked her handmaiden to fetch some water from the creek, using the golden cup her Fairy Godmother had given to her for the journey. 

The maidservant refused, taking the golden cup for herself.  "If you are thirsty, get off yourself, and stoop down to the water and drink."  She sneered, "I shall not be your servant any longer."

 The Princess was at loss at the girl's change of attitude, but she was so thirsty she knelt down and used her hands to drink from the stream's edge.  She cried to Falada, "Alas, what shall I do," 


The horse replied, "Only a little while longer.  Soon you will greet your Beloved and all will be made right." 

But as time passed, the wicked handmaiden's attitude became more and more insolent.  One day, as the Princess knelt to drink, the tiny bag containing the protective lock of hair fell into the waters and floated away.  The maidservant observed this and knew the Princess and the faery horse were in her power.  

Under cover of darkness, the errant servant girl made the Princess exchange clothing with her and the next morning she took Falada as her own, giving her mistress the ordinary horse to ride instead.  Beneath the draperies of her clothing the villainous servant girl held a long slim dagger to the heart of the faery horse.  So to save her friend's life, the Princess held her silence and performed the duties of a servant.

The maidservant then endeavored to befriend Falada, carrying tempting bits of carrots and apples in her pockets.  But the faery horse spurned the offered treats and spoke not.  This and the consistently kind response of the Princess, regardless of how she was treated, did nothing to win the servant girl's heart.  And so, her hatred and jealousy of the Princess grew.

As they approached their journey's end, the treacherous servant threatened to kill the Princess if she told anyone what had happened. But Falada the noble horse, saw all and held her tongue, patiently waiting to speak of all that had come to pass.  

When they arrived, before Falada could say one word, the Prince, believing the maidservant to be his bride, lifted her from the faery horse and bore her into his castle.

Alas, to keep Falada from speaking the truth, the traitorous handmaiden immediately had the noble horse killed. 

Then the false princess instructed the servants to put her former mistress to work at hard labor, but alas they could not find much for her to do.  At last, the Princess was given the job of helping a young lad take care of the royal geese.  The name of the boy was Curdken. 

When the true Princess discovered her friend had died, she tearfully begged the palace guardsman to nail Falada's head over the gate, so she could see her faithful friend each day as she drove the flock of royal geese beneath it. The guard took pity upon the girl and did as she wished.

Now the Prince's father, the old King often amused himself sitting at his castle window, watching the townsfolk as they moved through their day.  He immediately noticed the Princess who despite her shabby clothing, was as kind and dignified as she was beautiful.   He wondered over the girl, comparing her genteel manners and sweet attitude to the arrogant and rude bearing of the false princess.

And it came to pass, early the next morning, as the Princess and Curdken drove the geese out through the gate, she looked upward to her old friend and said sorrowfully, "Falada, Falada, there you hang."

To the lad's astonishment, the dead horse answered, "Princess, bride, there you go.  Alas, alas! If your Mother knew it.  Sadly sadly would she rue it."

Then the two drove the flock of geese from the city to a great green meadow starred with white flowers.  Mid-morning when the geese were napping in the tall grass, the Princess sat down upon a rock, to let down her hair, which gleamed as pure gold.  When Curdken saw her hair glittering in the sunlight, he stepped close, intending to pull a few strands of that shining gold for himself.

But as he drew near, the Princess called, "Blow, breezes blow.  Let Curdken's hat go.  Blow breezes, blow. Let him after it go. O'er hills, dales and rocks, away it be whirled, till my golden locks are all combed and curled."

To the lad's utter frustration there came a wind, so strong it blew his hat from his head and he was obliged to chase it.  By the time he returned, she was done combing and curling her hair into a thick gleaming braid.  

At the end of the day, the Princess again spoke to Falada, and the faithful beast replied in the same manner as it had that morning.  The next day went much as the first.  The Princess greeted the horse head on the gate and it answered.  Once they arrived at the meadow and the geese were settled, she would let down her hair.  The moment Curdken tried to get close, away flew his hat.  And so it went on, day after day.  

Curdken's frustration faded in time, because the girl was kind to him and won him with her winsome ways.  So the boy, now suspecting there was much more to her story, found a way to speak to the old King.  The King was more than happy to listen to his strange tale and decided to see what was happening for himself.

The King followed along the next morning and watched all that came to pass.  When the little goose-girl returned that evening the king took her aside, and asked her about what he'd seen.

She burst into tears and said, "Under pain of death, I cannot tell you.  If I say one word, I shall surely lose my life."

But the King was so sympathetic she was finally persuaded to tell the tale of the evil maid servant. The king was outraged and ordered royal raiment to be put upon her.  Then he called for his son.  Placing the girl's hand into that of the Prince, the King told him of the false handmaiden.

  The Prince, who had been greatly put off by the bad attitude and rude behavior of the servant girl--so different from the dear lady he'd learned to love through her letters--rejoiced as he saw the true Princess's sweet smile and noted her wonderful kindness and patience.

Without saying anything to the false bride, the King ordered a great feast to be held to honor his son's upcoming marriage. The bridegroom sat at the head of the table, with the false princess on one side and the true one on the other.  Oddly enough, the evil handmaiden did not recognize the Princess in her new finery.

In that kingdom, when everyone had eaten and were merry with drink, it was tradition to tell wonderful tales from bygone days.  The King clapped his hands for the crowd's attention and rose to his feet.  When all the people became quiet, he told the story of the Goose Girl as if it was a tale he had just heard.

As he seemed to have finished the story, the people roared and stomped their feet.  New stories were greatly appreciated, but alas, this tale had no justice to speak of.  The crowd shouted for more.  "We must know the ending," they cried.

But the King resumed his seat and was silent until the crowd quieted.  Thoughtfully stroking his silver beard, he asked the false bride what should be done with the handmaiden in the story who had committed such an offense against her mistress.

Said the false princess with an imperious wave of her hand, "Nothing better than this false woman should be stripped of every possession, and cast into the stocks for a week.  Allow the people of the kingdom to punish her by throwing rotten vegetables and fruit at her person, then banish her from the kingdom for the rest of her life."

"You are this despicable, wicked maidservant," shouted the King leaping to his feet, pointing to the guilty servant girl.  "And as you have judged yourself, so shall it be done to you."   And so it was.   

The Princess's Fairy Godmother, hearing of faithful Falada's sad demise, visited the happy couple and restored the noble faery horse to life.  Thus the Prince was married to his true Princess.  

As for Curdken, the boy became a dear friend to the Prince and Princess, serving them well for the rest of their lives.  And of course, they all lived happily ever after.  (grin) 

The Goose Girl, Copyright © 2014 by Beth L. Niquette

I know--the ending of my tale is a bit less, er, macabre than the actual fairytale.  I just couldn't stomach the cruel punishment found in the original tale--that the evil maid servant should be thrown into a cask stuck round with sharp nails, and dragged through the city by two white horses, until dead.  Eeeeek!   I think rotten fruit and banishment is a MUCH better solution.  LOL

Have a lovely day and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!

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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Cloud Kitten


Every now and then a fluffy cloud kitten peeks over the back fence.  That particular summer day I had my camera nearby, so was able to capture this darling, mischievous feline just before she ducked back into the curling mists.


Above you can see the original clouds--and if you look closely--there she is!

Have a lovely week!

Thursday, February 20, 2014

She of the Green Leaves -Guest Heart Thursday


This is a drawing of a sweet friend of mine.  The camera loves her--as does my pencil.  She is not only lovely outside--but inside as well.  I am honored to be her friend.  Of course, I have hidden a heart in this drawing.  Can you find it?

Have a lovely day and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!

For more heart art, photography and altogether fabulous heart stuff from around the world, visit Clytie at Random Hearts for Guest Heart Thursday.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy Valentine's Day!

Valentine's Day has so many beautiful and poignant memories for me. When I was a little girl, Dad would bring home fancy heart boxes filled with candy.  I treasured the boxes more than the sweets.  I still have every one of them in my keepsakes, though a bit battered for wear.

Today I am sending flowers to my precious Mumsie.  I know she misses Daddy more than any of us can fathom.  Dad always made a BIG deal of this holiday because he loved my Mom so much.

I remember when I was single, Valentine's Day felt lonely.  In my loneliness, I found myself looking to the Creator for comfort.  When I turned to Him, I was surrounded by God's laughter and lovingkindness.  "Just wait," I seemed to hear Him say.  "I have a special someone just waiting to find you."

And it was true.  I have a dear and fine husband--sent to me by the Creator, Himself.  So...don't give up hope.  And if you have lost the one you love, enfold yourself in the loving arms of Him who made you.  He loves you more than you know.

Happy Valentine's Day dear Friends.  


Saturday, February 8, 2014

Lady in Squirrel Tail Hat


Here she is, wearing her squirrel tail hat!


Here's how I first saw her...


And the snow-burrowing squirrel who made it all possible! 

I have been so envious of everyone's snow, until this unusually late snow storm which has dumped over 14 inches into the Independence Vortex!  I am SOOOOOoooo happy!

Have a lovely, lovely day!

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Pouting Cutie -Guest Heart Thursday


I had such fun drawing this pouting little girl.  I have always had SUCH a hard time not laughing when the wee ones pout.  They're just SO cute.  She's not as pouty as I'd have liked, but you get the idea.

Have a lovely day and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!

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Thursday, January 30, 2014

Little Owl -Guest Heart Thursday


I am having so much fun with an incredibly simple medium--grey paper, white and black Prismacolor pencils!  This newest drawing is in honor of the wee owl who came to visit our family years ago.  My youngest brother, who was around four at the time, discovered the owl.  My memory is of all of us trouping into the kitchen behind Mom to find the tiny owl perched on the corner cupboard door.  Dad mounted a wooden owl above the corner cupboard to commemorate the little fellow's visit. It is still there.

Of course, I have hidden a heart, or two in this picture!  Have a lovely day and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!

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Thursday, January 23, 2014

Vintage Beauty -Guest Heart Thursday


My children gave me some Strathmore gray toned sketch paper with Prismacolor black and white pencils.  This is my first attempt drawing within this medium.  My inspiration was an old postcard I love.  Of course I've hidden hearts in this drawing.

Have a beautiful day and Happy Guest Heart Thursday.

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Thursday, January 16, 2014

Maiden in the Woods -Guest Heart Thursday


Recently I did a photoshoot with some dear friends.  This doodle is of one of those amazing photos.  I love the leather belt she wore, the sword in her hand, the horn hanging at her side.  This picture was a pleasure to draw.  Later I will ink it in, then add color with either watercolor or colored pencil.

Of course, there are hearts hidden throughout the drawing.  Have a lovely day, and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!
 
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Monday, January 13, 2014

Laughter and Light


I did a photoshoot last week with three of my favorite people.  They are so amazing.  Not only lovely to look at, but beautiful inside.  I adore this photo--and couldn't resist playing with it in photoshop.

Have a gorgeous day--don't forget to spread laughter and joy to everyone you meet!



Thursday, January 9, 2014

Sheepie Heart -Guest Heart Thursday


I doodled this years ago, inspired by a raindrop on the van window.  Of course, this little fellow's behind is in the perfect shape of a heart.  The kids and I laughed and laughed over this one.  There are lots of lovely memories associated with my doodles of long ago.

For more heart art, photography and altogether fabulous heart stuff from around the world, visit Clytie at Random Hearts for Guest Heart Thursday.




Thursday, January 2, 2014

Her Blue Feathered Friend -Guest Heart Thursday

Here she is--the small fairy who often frequents my back yard.  This little one charms my eyes and delights my  heart.  As does her very funny, obnoxious friend Leonard the Blue Jay.  Of course, I have hidden hearts in the flowers.

Have a lovely weekend and Happy Guest Heart Thursday!

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