Friday, March 17, 2017

Elspeth McLean, the Dot Queen





Look at what this woman does with stones and paint!

These gorgeous painted stones are by Elspeth McLean, an Australian artist born in Gooseberry Hill, a small suburb in western Australia. She showed her artistic tendencies at a very early age.












She moved to the East Coast of Australia at the age of nineteen to follow her dream of becoming  a full time artist.

Elspeth now lives in Canada.










Elspeth creates breathtaking masterpieces of tiny, colorful dots in beautiful patterns on round ocean stones.  Each one is more beautiful than the next. 



Follow Elspeth McLean on Facebook by visiting her beautiful page at:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Elspeth-McLean-artist-/113764415348201?fref=ts




None of these photos are mine. I got them online or at website.  Her work is available for sale at 
etsy. com

Thursday, March 16, 2017

The Art of Stevan Dohanos, Ohio's Answer to Norman Rockwell

The Art of Ohioan Stevan Dohanos

Stevan Dohanos was born in the steel-mill town of Lorain in northeastern Ohio in 1907.  He is considered a realist. He founded the Famous Artists School in Westport, Connecticut.




What drew me to his work is the likeness to another famous American artist, Norman Rockwell. 





Like Rockwell, he liked to show American life at it's most pure and innocent stage. He believed in clean, strong images and a simple, uncluttered image as the basis of a great picture.



For those who want to know more about Stevan Dohanos, all information for this post was found on the following to sites:




Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Interview with Author-Poet Cindy J. Smith





Interview with
Author-Poet Cindy J. Smith
Perrysville, Indiana, USA








Good morning, Cindy, and welcome to Vision and Verse, the Place for Art and Authors. Can you tell us what you've written?
I write poetry mainly. It is all that I have published. Last November I did participate in NaNo and completed the 50,000 words but the story itself is not finished. I also have a few short stories. 


What is your favorite genre to write?
I prefer poetry. Naming places and people is very hard and full sentences are difficult after a while.  



Favorite food?
That's hard, I guess today it is Lasagna. I really love most Italian food. 


Tea or coffee?
Coffee

Pizza or ice cream?
Pizza

Wine or beer?
I rarely drink either, but beer is good with pizza!

And really bad with ice cream. Where would you like to visit?
I would love to visit New Orleans. I may actually get to do that this summer if all goes well!

Favorite musical artist. Do you listen to music when you write?
My favorite song would be See by the Rascals, but my favorite group would be The Moody Blues. I love the stories in their songs. Since I do not have any writing schedule, music is always a possibility. I write poems when they come into my head. I could be reading, driving, eating, sleeping, whatever. The voices speak and I write. They have me well trained. 


And because this is an Art AND Author blog, I am obliged to ask: What's your favorite work of art or sculpture?
I love Van Gogh's Starry Night.

How old were you when you started writing?
I have been writing poetry as long as I can remember. My sister says I would add to Mother Goose and Dr. Seuss rhymes when I was just three.



Describe your perfect evening.
Sitting alone on the beach watching the sun set. I would listen to the waves stretch toward the shore and recede taking my troubles with them.

Where do you get your inspiration?
I am inspired by life itself. A word, a musical note, a picture, everything has at one time or other created a verse in my head.

What do you do when you get writer's block?
For two years after my daughter passed away, I refused to write. But I have never actually had "writer's block."

Who is your favorite author?
Indie: CG Blade
Famous: Dr. Seuss

Best book you ever read.
Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo

Last book you read.
The Dance of the Jester by Koos Verkaik

What would you do for a living if you weren't a writer?
Since writing doesn't pay, I am an Over-the -Road Truck Driver. My dream job however would be working in a greenhouse or florist. I love flowers.


Who is the one person who has influenced your personal life the most and why?
It was my daughter Jasmine. Before she was born, I did not believe I deserved happiness, was not worthy of love. I did not think I could be strong. Her unconditional love gave me the strength to succeed, to believe in myself. It is in her memory that I still find a reason to live.




I'm so sorry for your loss, Cindy. If you could sit down and have a conversation with one person, real or fictional, living or dead, who would it be and why?
I would love the opportunity to speak to my daughter again, as you can probably guess from the above answer. Besides her, I would like to have a conversation with Dr. Seuss. I am captivated with his writing. I would love to learn how he can teach so much morality without ever saying he is doing it. Amazingly talented man.

What advice would you give someone who aspired to be a writer?
Don't expect to make money. Lots of females worked at soda counters and only one was Marilyn Monroe. Write because you want to say something to the world. They may not listen, but at least you tried.


Do you have some links for us to follow you?
Yes!





Thank you for taking the time to visit us today. We at Vision and Verse wish you continued success in all your endeavors. Come back and see us again. 

Hugs.






Tuesday, March 14, 2017

EXCERPT from Sea Witch by Carol Ann Kauffman



Boy Meets Fish


“Scott?  Tell Vanna to bring down an acanthaster planci, please,” Laura called over the intercom.
“Yes, Dr. Martin.”  Scott looked around for Dr. Vanna Johanssen.
“Dr. Johanssen!  Vanna?  Has anyone seen Vanna?”  They all said no.  Not wanting to disappoint Dr. Martin, Scott scooped out a crown of thorns starfish and placed it in a plastic bag with some water and tied off the top.  “Dr. Johanssen?” he called as he headed for the down staircase.  
“Vanna?”  No Vanna.  He ran down the steps.

As soon as Scott walked down the steps, Zara became extremely agitated.  She beat the glass sides of her tank wildly.
“Zara, what’s the matter?  What’s wrong?  Calm down and talk to me,” Dr. Martin spoke softly and calmly to Zara, the giant tetrapescahumanoid.  Zara attempted to calm down, but she beat her chest and thrashed around in the tank.
“My mate!” she screeched, “My mate is here, Laura.  I sense him.  And you are keeping him from me.  I want my mate.  And I want him now!”
“Zara, your mate is not here.  I have no other TPH here, you know that.  There’s only you.  You are the last.”
“He is here, Laura.  I sense him.  I smell him,” she inhaled deeply.  “And I want him.  I must have him now.  Now!”  She pounded her chest and threw herself up against the glass walls of the tank.

“Here, Dr. Martin,” said Scott, handing her the starfish.  “I couldn’t find Dr. Johanssen, so I brought it down myself.” 
Zara stopped and stared at Scott.  Zara pushed herself up against the glass wall.  She began to coo and reach toward him. 
Scott looked at the giant six and half foot tall tetrapescahumanoid in the tank in amazement.
“Well, hello beautiful!” he said. “Isn’t she is amazing? What is this gorgeous creature? A mermaid?”
“A tetrapescahumanoid, a TPH for short.  The only one left on the planet, out of the nine who splashed down about twenty years ago,” said Laura.
“She’s… she’s… incredible.” Scott stared in amazement.
“Oh, crap!  I’ve seen this movie and it gets really messy,” said Sylvia.  “Earth guy falls in love with giant alien female.  Lots of people die.  The planet gets bombed.  Except in the movie, she was much larger and …blue. Are you smitten with the big green fish-woman?”
“Well, she is beautiful, I must admit, and her ancestors were undoubtedly the reason for irresistible siren and mermaid legends of long ago, but I’m madly in love with a one hundred percent human woman,” he said eyeing Laura.  Laura glanced over at him.
“Yeah?  That’s good, Scott.  Is she a geek like you?”
“Well, I’ve never thought of her that way, but yes, I guess you could say that,” laughed Scott, shaking his head, “except she’s a cross between a geek and… Wonder Woman.” He smiled.
“Well, then she sounds like the perfect match for you.  Hold on to her and don’t let her slip through your fingers.”
“I’m determined not to let that happen, Dr. Martin,” he smiled, blushing.

Zara pressed herself up against the glass wall of her tank, eyeing Scott intently.
“Come.  Come to me, my mate.  Oh, how I have missed you.  It has been a long, long time, and I am ready for you,” Zara cooed.  She reached for her genitals, pulling her labia back to show him her opening.  “I want to hold you up against me and enfold you into my skin and feel you throb.  Come to me.”
“Did the big green fish-woman just… proposition me?” asked Scott.
“Yes, and not too subtley,” said Sylvia Washington.
“Her first two layers of skin are gelatinous ectoplasmic vasodilators, capable of keeping her body at the perfect temperature despite her surrounding temperatures in water or air,” said Laura.  “Even a splash from that tank water can be EXTREMELY harmful to you as a human male, Scott, so please remember to stay behind the yellow line at all times.  And watch out for what appears to be her long, flowing hair.  They’re actually masses of tentacles that can pack quite a sting."
“Come to me.  Come now,” Zara beckoned to Scott, but not so sweetly this time.
“She certainly can communicate.  Dr. Martin, did you teach her to talk?”
“I’ve worked with her.  But she has good communication skills and she picks up very quickly.  Zara is extremely intelligent.  The TPH must be a brilliant species.”
“What are these characters on the side of the tank?” said Scott.
“I believe that is her native language.  Sometimes she doodles.”
“They look, uh, oddly familiar.”  Scott leaned forward. “I’ve seen these somewhere before.”
“You!  Come to me NOW!  I command you!  How dare you disobey me!” Zara scowled, hitting the glass wall with her body again and again and whipping her hair against the glass. Everyone backed up in fear.
“Zara, calm down.  Scott, back up slowly,” Laura said calmly.  “Security team, lower level.  Emergency,” Dr. Martin called out.  A team of six armed guards showed up in moments.  “Dr. Conner is in danger.  Please escort him upstairs.  And tank him.  She can’t see him, or smell him.  Or sense his presence.”  They led Scott upstairs.

“Did she say ‘tank me’ or ‘thank me?  Must be thank me,” a bewildered Scott asked.  “You’re welcome, Dr. Martin,” he called back.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Sea Witch by Carol Ann Kauffman


Dear Gentle Readers,

Sea Witch is the story of a mermaid, but not the sweet Ariel type of mermaid, or even the ones who sing mesmerizing songs on the rocks to lure sailors to a rocky wreck.

This mermaid is the last of her alien species, hell bent on world domination, and the complete destruction of the human population. Landing quietly in the vast ocean, away from prying eyes and the media coverage, she waits...for the right "mate" to come along.

It's sci-fi. it's fantasy, it's a little bit wacky. It's also the story of a love strong enough to, well, you'll have to read the book to find out.

Hugs,
Carol🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠🐠

Link:   http://tinyurl.com/ljan72s

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Schedule for March 13 - 17, 2017


Mon., March 13 - Sea Witch
by Carol Ann Kauffman 


Tues., March 14 - Excerpt from Sea Witch, 
by Carol Ann Kauffman

Wed., March 15 - Interview with Author/Poet 
Cindy J. Smith

Thurs., March 16 - The Art of Stevan Dohanos,
Ohio's Answer to Norman Rockwell

Fri., March 17 -  Elspeth McLean,
the Dot Queen