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How to Make an Origami Crane

I love folding origami cranes.  I am convinced that I have made hundreds of them, big and tiny!  I finally decided it was time for me to photograph and create a short step-by-step tutorial on how to made one, despite the numerous versions of tutorials already out there.  Below are pictures of each folding process.  To view the photo in its larger size, simply click on the photo you wish to see in more detail.  I hope these photos will help you as you make your very own origami crane.  For an animation video of one being made please visit my post: The Art of Origami

All you need is:

  • A thin piece of square colored paper (or origami paper)
  • Your hands
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Three Little Kittens

The crisp, autumn breeze traveled along a small, winding path which could be found inside a little wood.   The whispering trees swayed with the motion of the wind and sent fluttering leaves to the root-covered ground.  Tiny, very unnoticeable drops of rain sent a mist from the sky, as the friends gathered close together under their single tattered covering.  A large umbrella the color of the smokey clouds overwhelming the sky.  Playful kittens created burrows in their little laps.  Although a storm stirred the sky and sent worries to cloud their hearts, their faces beamed with the peace that a true friendship brings.  No matter what their circumstances may be, they would always stick together.  Sunny days would come and go, but they would always be together through thick and thin.  That’s what a true friends proves to be… someone who will be by you no matter what.

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Art in Nature

Here is a continuation of a Month of Art.

The following works of art focus on the beauty of nature, but also include hidden meanings or people.

A Girl with a Watering Can by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, is my favorite piece of art.  The face of the little girl is so gentle and smooth and the colors are vivid and beautiful.  I love her dress and red bow, don’t you?

This style of painting used bright colors, and the artists rather than mixing the colors, would use quick brush strokes with the different colors, and the eye of the person viewing it would “mix” the colors. These artists worked out in the open and tried to show the effect of light on the colors. They observed how objects would change color as the sun moved across the sky.
A Girl With a Watering Can by Pierre-Auguste Renoir

The Angelus by Jean-Francois Millet is especially liked by my mom.  I think it is beautiful.  It shows two hardworking people stopping to pray.  The scenery is gorgeous.  The sky is vibrant.

To understand the painting we need to know something about the origin of the title. The Angelus was a Catholic devotion time. When the church bell rang, people stopped their work and said a prayer. This happened three times a day; morning, noon, and evening. In the painting we see the man and his wife stopping for devotion after hearing the bell from the church in the distance.

The Angelus by Jean-Francois Millet

I actually just discovered Water Lilies by Claude-Oscar Monet.  The water looks so real.  Once again this painting portrays nature in such a real way.  The light pink water lilies are delicate.  The lake is reflecting the bright blue sky and puffy clouds above it.

Water Lilies (The Clouds) Claude-Oscar Monet

Well those are just three more works of art that I enjoy.  I hope you will enjoy studying them as well.  Hopefully in my next post I will be able to include some of my brother’s drawings.  He is quite talented and loves drawing.  I hope you will look forward to that!  Well, I am closing for now.

Some information was taken from http://www.gardenofpraise.com/art.htm

I encourage you to visit the website above for more amazing paintings and info on the artists.  Thanks.

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The Infant Samuel

This month I will post several works of art that I enjoy just staring at.  The first is a painting by Sir Joshua Reynolds.  It is called The Infant Samuel.

The Infant Samuel
By Sir Joshua Reynolds, P.R.A. (1723-1792)
In the National Gallery, London

Reynolds the foremost painter of the English School, takes that place by virtue of his portraits. He achieved an extraordinary popularity, not merely because of his work, but also because of his great personal charm, which gained him the patronage of the King and the friendship of such men as Johnson, Garrick, Goldsmith, Gibbon, and Burke.

He was a magnificent copyist: indeed, Sir Walter Armstrong suggested that one of the Rembrandts in the National Gallery is, in reality, a copy made by Reynolds. At the same time he assimilated the styles of the Old Masters, and reproduced their best methods upon his original canvases. In like manner, he could gather all the best of his subject and picture it in a manner graceful in composition and beautiful in colouring. In these respects, as in the delicacy of his flesh painting, his portraits have never been surpassed, and it is easy to understand that the great folk of his time were anxious to employ his genius. So popular indeed was he, that in certain years he completed three or four portraits every week, and even when he became the first President of the Royal Academy, and worked less at painting, he still produced an average of over a portrait a week.

Undoubtedly his delightful child studies must have been painted for sheer pleasure. They show that he was just as happy in portraying the innocent beauty of youth as the maturer qualities of age. In such a picture as “The Infant Samuel,” therefore, we have a combination of his qualities – the marked influence of the Italian School, the felicitous inspiration of the subject, and the beautiful colouring and dexterous workmanship which glorify the creations of his mind.

From the book “Famous Paintings” printed in 1913.

1 Samuel 3:1-10 (King James Version)

 1And the child Samuel ministered unto the LORD before Eli. And the word of the LORD was precious in those days; there was no open vision. 2And it came to pass at that time, when Eli was laid down in his place, and his eyes began to wax dim, that he could not see; 3And ere the lamp of God went out in the temple of the LORD, where the ark of God was, and Samuel was laid down to sleep; 4That the LORD called Samuel: and he answered, Here am I. 5And he ran unto Eli, and said, Here am I; for thou calledst me. And he said, I called not; lie down again. And he went and lay down. 6And the LORD called yet again, Samuel. And Samuel arose and went to Eli, and said, Here am I; for thou didst call me. And he answered, I called not, my son; lie down again. 7Now Samuel did not yet know the LORD, neither was the word of the LORD yet revealed unto him. 8And the LORD called Samuel again the third time. And he arose and went to Eli, and said, Here am I; for thou didst call me. And Eli perceived that the LORD had called the child. 9Therefore Eli said unto Samuel, Go, lie down: and it shall be, if he call thee, that thou shalt say, Speak, LORD; for thy servant heareth. So Samuel went and lay down in his place. 10And the LORD came, and stood, and called as at other times, Samuel, Samuel. Then Samuel answered, Speak; for thy servant heareth. 

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The World of Beatrix Potter

Thursday and Friday

Today we will look at the art of Beatrix Potter.  She not only wrote wonderful tales, but also illustrated them so beautifully.

Petter Rabit-Beatrix PotterThe Tale of Peter Rabbit

 

ONCE upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were

Flopsy,
Mopsy,
Cotton-tail,
and Peter.

They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree.

‘Now, my dears,’ said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, ‘you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.’

‘Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out.’

Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker’s. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane together to gather blackberries:

But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor’s garden, and squeezed under the gate!

First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes;

And then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.

But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, ‘Stop thief!’

Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.

He lost one shoe among the cabbages, and the other amongst the potatoes.

After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.

Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself.

Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop on the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him.

He rushed into the tool-shed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.

Mr. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool-shed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed – ‘Kertyschoo!’ Mr. McGregor was after him in no time.

And tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work.

Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.

After a time he began to wander about, going lippity – lippity – not very fast, and looking all around.

He found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.

An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.

Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat was staring at some gold-fish, she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her; he has heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.

He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe – scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheel-barrow and peeped over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!

Peter got down very quietly off the wheel-barrow, and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.

Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.

Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.

Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.

He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight.

I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.

His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!

‘One teaspoonful to be taken at bed-time.’

But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.

THE END.

You can find the story of Peter Rabbit complete with Beatrix Potter’s illustrations at this website: http://wiredforbooks.org/kids.htm

 

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Another Day of Art

Tuesday and Wednesday

I am sorry for not posting yesterday.  It was a day full of busy life.  I will just put both days into one post.  In this post I will feature two of my favorite illustrators.

Eloise Wilkin

Rainy Day-Eloise Wilkin

Thank God, who sends the gentle rain

That thirsty flowers may drink again-

For puddles on the garden path

Where little birds may take a bath

All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures, great and small,

All things wise and wonderful,

The Lord God made them all.

Wattering Flowers-Eloise Wilkin

Autumn Harvesting

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