Monday, December 12, 2016

Anna Mary Robertson Moses

What a beautiful lady.

In her cute apron.

; )

(this is my favorite pic of her)

In her cute crocheted collar.

In her cute hat.

Just looking really cute.

During a visit to Hoosick Falls in 1938, Louis J. Caldor, who collected art and worked as an engineer in the state of New York, discovered paintings made by Moses in the window of a drug store. He bought their supply and ten more from her Eagle Bridge house for $3 or $5 each.

The next year, three Grandma Moses paintings were included in New York's Museum of Modern Art exhibition entitled "Contemporary Unknown American Painters". Her first solo exhibition, "What a Farm Wife Painted," opened in the same city in October 1940 at Otto Kallir's Galerie St. Etienne.^[2]^[9]

A meet-and-greet with the artist and an exhibition of 50 paintings at Gimbel's Department Store was held next on November 15.

Her art displays included samples of her baked goods and preserves that won Moses prizes at the county fair.

; )

Her third solo show in as many months, was held at the Whyte Gallery, Washington, D.C.^[9]

In 1944 she began to be represented by the American British Art Center and the Galerie St. Etienne, which increased her sales.

Her paintings were exhibited throughout Europe and the United States over the next 20 years.^[2] Otto Kallir established the Grandma Moses Properties, Inc. for her.^[4]

One of her embroidered creations.

Love everything about this pic.

; )

Thank you wiki...info about her

Grandma Moses died on December 13, 1961 at 101 years of age in Hoosick Falls, New York at the Health Center. She is buried there at the Maple Grove Cemetery.^[2] President John F. Kennedy memorialized her:

"The death of Grandma Moses removed a beloved figure from American life. The directness and vividness of her paintings restored a primitive freshness to our perception of the American scene. Both her work and her life helped our nation renew its pioneer heritage and recall its roots in the countryside and on the frontier. All Americans mourn her loss."

I find her story an inspiration!

Maybe there's hope for me learning

to paint!

; )

Have a

Maaaaaaavelous

Monday

my little

Monkeys!!!

Sending love and joy your way...

xoxo

Friday, December 09, 2016

Snow...I'm Luv'n It!

The sugar covered landscapes of winter are breathtaking. Nothing can match the crystal clear silence of a winter morning or the sea smoke rising off a bay in soft tendrils. There is a special quality, not only to the scenery, but also to the quieter pace of life. Winter's peace is incomparable.
~Maine's DownEast & Acadia Regional Tourism (downeastacadia.com, visitmaine.com)

Winter is the slow-down
Winter is the search for self
Winter gives the silence you need to listen
Winter goes gray so you can see your own colors...

~Terri Guillemets

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time
means nothing to the wind.

~Edith Sitwell

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Jingle Bells

Dashing through the snow

On a one horse open sleigh

O'er the fields we go,

Laughing all the way

Bells on bob tail ring,

making spirits bright

What fun it is to laugh and sing

A sleighing song tonight

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh

A day or two ago,

I thought I'd take a ride,

And soon Miss Fanny Bright

Was seated by my side;

The horse was lean and lank

Misfortune seemed his lot

We got into a drifted bank,

And then we got upsot.

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,

Jingle all the way!

Oh, What fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,

Jingle all the way!

Oh, What fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh.

Now the ground is white

Go it while you're young

Take the girls tonight

And sing this sleighing song

Just get a bob tailed bay

two-forty as his speed

Hitch him to an open sleigh

And crack! you'll take the lead

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,

Jingle all the way!

Oh, What fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,

Jingle all the way!

Oh, What fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh.

Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snowmen
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing,
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.
~Ogden Nash

Russian Folk Song
about
Snow