Adventures in Painting with Dawn Paul, Experimenting with Acrylic Mediums

Here’s my latest YouTube video where I experiment with acrylic paint mediums which include:

Liquitex Slo-dri

Liquitex Glazing Medium

Golden Soft Gel Matte

Golden Regular Gel Gloss

Golden Heavy Gel Matte

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgg7hMOA5-5A1_3G7CXRqNw

Hope this is helpful to you if you’re a painter!

 

A Squirmy Child

“No!” screamed the child. The tired mother looked near her wits end. The child squirmed in her arms and pushed at the stuffed toy.

The doctor behind them, waiting to enter the church sanctuary, cleared his throat. Neither the child or the mother noticed him. He raised an eyebrow and squinted one eye at his wife.

“I want to go home!” The child kicked out and hit the doctor’s wife’s purse. Looking at his wife, the doctor whispered, “Are you all right?” She nodded and smiled at him, patting his arm.

“It’s okay, Abbey,” the mother said soothingly, patting the child’s back. “After church we’ll get an ice cream.” The child stilled for a moment, then resumed her crying as the mother rocked her, still patting her back.

The doctor looked at the other people in line, assuming they felt the same way he did as they shuffled up the stairs. “That’s it!” he whispered loudly to his wife.

“It’s okay. She’s trying,” the wife told him, squeezing his arm gently.

An odor ripped through the foyer. The doctor quickly covered his nose and puffed out his chest. “Um, ma’am?” He tapped the frazzled mother. “Could you take your child away? She’s disrupting everyone.” He spread his hand, waving down the line.

People shuffled awkwardly and looked away from the doctor. His wife stared at a painting on the wall. The child stared at the doctor, silent, as mucus oozed from her nose into her mouth.

The doctor cleared his throat again. He glanced at the people in line and his wife. Nobody was watching the interchange any longer. Their faces were aimed in every direction away from him.

The mother’s eyes filled with tears. Almost as if the child sensed the mother’s distress, she began to scream and squirm again, until she kicked the doctor in the chest.

“Oomph,” he grunted, then snickering surrounded him.

A Misty Eve

The horse nickered.

The knight clutched the reins tighter as he waited.

She glanced down from the turret window and wondered, “will he come for me?”

Thunder clapped.

The horse jerked, fearful of the coming storm as he waited.

“Should I run to him? Shall I pack my bags and ride away with him?”

Mist rolled in.

The horse danced and nickered again as he waited.

“I had better decide what to do, before he disappears into the night.”

The horse neighed.

The sound of the horses hooves grew quieter in the mist as he waited.

She threw her belongings into a bag and ran down the steps out the front door.

Gravel crunched.

The horse calmed and sighed heavily as he waited.

“Where is he? Oh, where did he go?” She screamed at the mist, watching it clear.

Lightning flashed.

The horse vanished, though the knight held tight as he waited.

She cried out. The mist had stolen him away from her. Again.

Betrayed

*This is a poem I wrote after delivering my only child to college for the first time, making us empty-nesters.*

The sun has absconded with my heart.

I am betrayed.

Prepping the introvert for a world of adulting

created an unintentional bandit, who stole my wind.

Watching her confidently walk away, alone,

salty rain shrivels my skin as clouds move in.

We can’t leave her here, amongst the unknown—

a desert of people, with no one to watch and care.

My eyes bloat as mucus runs like a river.

“Come back!” I yell, as we drive away, stormy-eyed.

Stepping back into home after the sun has gone,

a hurricane spins in my chest at the emptiness.

Will the clouds ever brighten anew in my soul?

Shield, sow, weed, water, prune, and feed that warm child.

Prepare her for an arid cold winter at college.

She sends me texts, and then when I call, talks and smiles.

I am betrayed. 

No one told me to prep myself for the tornado of pain. 

The worst part of parenthood is letting go.

Butterfly

How did the butterfly get its name?
Did it land on a stick of butter? 
Or maybe on the butter churn?
Did the first one have wings of yellow?
Or did it slide down a window easily?
Did it flutter around with pollen on its feet?

How did the butterfly get its name?
Did it steal the milk and butter? 

Photo cc0 from Pixabay.

“Joy”: A Good News Story

Hello friends!

I wanted to tell you a story about the sale of one of my paintings. Last winter I painted a series of watercolor and ink 16 x 20 inch paintings that I called “Fruits of the Spirit.” The first one, called “Joy,” gave me great joy as I painted it with Holy Spirit. As so many times these days, God went ahead of me. He gave me an assignment and I did my duty by obeying. Sometimes we don’t ever get to see the reward of our obedience, but on this occasion, I have certainly been blessed.

My friend Gina decided to buy this painting for her mom, Linda, as a birthday gift. Now, Linda is a strong woman of God and a pleasure to be around. She is empathetic, compassionate, and sympathetic to people’s plights. She spends time working with several organizations to bring the Word and move God’s kingdom forward.

When Gina gave her mom the painting, she also gave her a live sunflower and sent me some photos, which of course were very fun. On Facebook, Gina tagged me in a post to Linda, where she commented, “I decided to hang that wonderful picture in the dining room between the sconces. It looks so cute there and kind of hugs you wherever you go in the house. Tell Dawn I just love it so much.”

Now that in and of itself was a blessing, and I was assured that my “client” and friends were satisfied. But God. He gives us more than we can imagine.

A couple of weeks later, I was at an author event and Linda stopped in. She came near and told me how much she loves the painting, and that whenever she enters the house from her garage she sees it. She said it makes her so happy. As she was hugging me and making me tear up, the Holy Spirit in me confirmed that I had painted that for her specifically. ***Mind blown.***

God is so good. Linda sat with me for a while and began to pray for me. The next thing I knew, she was praying in tongues over me and gave me an extremely fulfilling Word from God. That’s how God works sometimes. Just out of the blue, a Word, a feeling, a blessing comes at you and blows you away. These moments with Him are amazing and I wish everyone I knew would grow close enough to Him, seeking Him, so they would experience them as I do. God is here, all the time. He is faithful and never changing. We just need to plug into His flow.

Today as I remember that moment, I thank my friend, Gina, and her mom, Linda, because of their faithfulness. I also thank God because there is no better feeling in the world than getting a glimpse with Him. It fills my heart and overflows.

Wishing you warmest blessings,

Dawn

Abyss

Most days I swim in the shallows of daily life,

“What’s for dinner;

Honey, help me please;

Oh, that looks good;

Where is this thing?”

Occasionally, Great White dives into the abyss

and pulls a glowing creature 

from the depths of my darkness

that illuminates a way for others,

be it a story, a poem, or a painting.

New Paintings: Introducing the “Fantasy Flora 2” Collection

Hello my amazing friends!

I just wanted to share some new paintings I’ve been working on. I need to get them in the shop!

The last one, “Violet Burgundy” (snort, did you see what I did there?), is going to be a featured painting for a juried art show I was judged into! Details to come on that next week, but keep open June 14th or 15th. But for now, I hope you like them as much as I do, and watch for them in the shop.

God bless!

Dawn