8 x 10 inch paper cutting with black paper and tissue paper.
Although I’ve lived in Kansas – the sunflower state – the better part of my life, I finally saw for the first time in person a field full of sunflowers last summer driving through central-western Kansas on my way to Colorado. They’re just not very abundant in the northeastern part of the state.. Certainly a sight to see when you’re used to fields full of corn and soybeans.
8 x 10 inch paper cutting.
3 x 3.5 inch papercutting. Sold.
5 x 7 inch paper cutting. I live in Kansas.. it’s the sunflower state.
8 x 10 inch paper cutting.
5 x 7 inch paper cutting.
Happy Memorial Day weekend!
8 x 10 inch paper cutting.
Thanks for your comment on my previous post, Nancy! I came out of my room!! hehe!
5 x 7 inch paper cutting. Sold.
This was a gift for a friend who is trading in the calmer waters of Kansas for the rougher surf of Washington DC for a job involving transportation & urban planning (hence all the cars & roadways). Congratulations and good luck to him on the east side.
This is my submission for the Bill Monroe Centennial Art Exhibit at the International Bluegrass Music Museum in Owensboro, Kentucky. It measures 16 x 20 inches. My paper cutting was based upon the lyrics to Monroe’s song “The First Whippoorwill.”
From the museums website: “As a means of organically celebrating art-with-art, we are inviting visual artists to create a special Monroe Centennial Exhibit that will remain on display in this museum from June 23, 2010 through September 11, 2012 — a year before and after the 100th anniversary of Monroe’s birthday on September 13, 2011. Each artist will create a work of art based on and inspired by an original Monroe song. The exhibit will include song lyrics on a plaque beside each work of art. Recordings of Bill Monroe playing these songs will emanate throughout the Exhibit.”
Here are the lyrics to “The First Whippoorwill” by Bill Monroe:
Springtime is near, my darling
You say, that you are going away
My heart will be with you my darling
And I’m counting now the days
I know that soon I’ll have to travel
I know I’m over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling said she’d be gone
When I heard that first whippoorwill
The flowers are blooming, little darling
With the budding of the trees
I hear the night birds a’crying
I know that they are warning me
I know that soon I’ll have to travel
I know I’m over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling said she’d be gone
When I heard that first whippoorwill
Our love was planted, little darling
Just like the farmer plants his grain
But there will never be a harvest
On the hills the whippoorwill now sing
I know that soon I’ll have to travel
I know I’m over the hill
I feel so all alone, my darling said, she’d be gone
When I heard that first whippoorwill