Author Archives: Sheila

30 In 30, Day Thirteen

We are nearing the halfway point in Leslie Saeta’s 30 day challenge. The internet has been out most of the day, so I have yet see what my friends and fellow artist have worked on. I have a dinner date tonight, with my cousin and her four adorable daughters. The painting I started for today will have to be for tomorrow, it isn’t quite finished.

This lemon is one of the paintings I was able to save. Actually, it was done, it just was still drying and it look ruined. But when I looked the next morning, it looked pretty great. I am happy with it. I will be able to use it for an illustrated recipe.

Do you want to know a bit more about why lemons are so good? The link will lead you to an article I wrote last year.

Thanks for stopping by to take a look. Don’t forget to visit Leslie’s site!

Watercolor on Arches 140 lb. cold pressed paper. © Sheila Delgado 2013

30 In 30, Day 12

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Watercolor, pen, on Arches 140 lb. cold pressed paper. © Sheila Delgado 2013

Saved this after all. I added the pen detail, just a bit. And I really think it helped. it could be a lot better, but it won’t end up in the trash. I need to add a bit of sky, get rid of the white. I am thinking of adding a peek of a reader behind the trunk. A bit of shoe or shoulder. What do you think?

Have a super day everyone! Thanks so much for stopping by!

For more great art, (not saying this is great, just that there is a ton of good stuff to be seen) visit Leslie’s site.

Remembering On 9-11

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I don’t know a soul in New York. I only visited the city once. I remember exactly where I was when the plane hit the first tower. I remember who I was with. I remember at work that day. We were numb. We were in tears. We were huddled together trying to make some sort of sense out of the incomprehensible.

We bought several copies of each of the daily papers, hungry for facts. Hoping to hear of survivors, praying for miracles.

I remember in the days after, the silence in the sky. I will never forget that. Having lived in Southern California for so many years I am accustomed to the sounds of flight. Jets training at Miramar. The sounds of a military presence. The sounds of safety. Living in Wildomar, I can sometimes hear the sounds of artillery. Training of America’s finest just over the hill.

I have been in tears many times today. Watching 9-11 replayed on TV. I don’t remember each detail of the events on that day. I don’t know all the names of those who were lost. And I do not want to forget. I want us to always remember.

I remember how I felt. When I see those images, it all comes flooding back.

Praying for the families of those who were lost, not so very long ago.