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Art On 45, 2020 Show and Auction

Moonbeams And Desert Dreams, 7 in. Acrylic on vinyl. © 2019 Sheila Delgado.
Moonbeams And Desert Dreams, 7 in. Acrylic on vinyl. © 2019 Sheila Delgado.

My good friend Christiane Drieling has done it once again. Her Art On 45 art show and auction are underway. The show is now on display, and the auction takes place on the 14th. Next Saturday. Oh man, I am later than I thought, getting this post out.

This is the fifth year, and the show includes a retrospective of the previous artworks. I wanted to share a few photos with you, and I will share some from the auction as well. If you are in the area be sure to check it out. It’s a one-of-a-kind art event!

Thank you Christiane Drieling, and Markus Wobisch!
Congratulations on another fantastic year!

Art On 45. photo courtesy Markus Wobisch.
Art On 45. photo courtesy Markus Wobisch.
Art On 45. photo courtesy Markus Wobisch.
Art On 45. photo courtesy Markus Wobisch.
5 Year Art On 45 Retrospective. Photo courtesy Markus Wobisch.
5 Year Art On 45 Retrospective. Photo courtesy Markus Wobisch.
Art On 45 Book, 2020 Edition. Photographed and designed by Markus Wobisch.
Art On 45 Book, 2020 Edition. Photographed and designed by Markus Wobisch.

The best way to find yourself
is to lose yourself in the service of others.
Mahatma Gandhi

If you get, give. If you learn, teach.
Maya Angelou

We can’t help everyone, but everyone can help someone.
Dr. Loretta Scott

February 30-Day Creative Gathering Day 23

Day 23, FEB C.G., 8 x 8, watercolor on Arches 140lb. cold-pressed paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.
Day 23, FEB C.G., 8 x 8, watercolor on Arches 140lb. cold-pressed paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.

Day 23, Prickly Pear cactus. Flubbed this one big time. Ruined the sky. Tried to fix it and lost my cloud shapes. Ended up with blue clouds. Haha. Flubbed the sand. This is sand after a windstorm. Twigs and debris everywhere. Haha. I picked that up from the stormy, weird weather shows I had on. Flubbed the cacti. It just wasn’t working last night. So I gave up. Walked away defeated. Haha. I lost some of my pencil lines and had to fake it.

I came back this morning, surprise! It’s not as awful as I thought. Not quite.

Maybe it is just a sign. My mojo has left the building. I pushed through last night. But today, when I had a handful of pads to finish and ALL those spines… it was like dragging a five-year-old to the dentist. So I am calling it done. Calling it won.

Rain, rain, come our way…

Yesterday was cloudy and mucky, and wonderful. Mostly light drizzle, but for a few minutes, we had hail (tiny). The storm came from the south. At one point, I looked out and it seemed as if Mingus had been chopped to pieces.

Afterward, it cleared. Sunny and bright. Then the sky turned a weird shade of yellow. Mingus vanished in a misty sort of fog. A solid wall. That’s when the rainbow appeared.

Storm a-comin’!
Many mingi.
Rainbow.

Today is partly cloudy, and teasing rain. Mingus had snow overnight!

Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Langston Hughes

Rain hangs about the place, like a friendly ghost.
If it’s not coming down in delicate droplets, then it’s in buckets;
and if neither, it tends to lurk suspiciously in the atmosphere.
Barbara Acton-Bond