Friday, June 2, 2017

Charming Deception Reviews



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 February 7, 2017
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Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Magical Team of Sanae Kushubiki and Jacky Quetard







Sanae Kushibiki was born in Japan. 

Jacky Quetard was born in Orleans, France. 


They met in London in 1974 and together they create some very unusual and beautiful  artwork.





 

Their artwork is classified as naïve. It has elements of retro art and humor. 


They work on the same canvas together, complementing each other’s style and strength. 







Sanae picks the colors and adds the human and floral components of the composition.  She loves flowers.

I love her color choices and her whimsical additions to the paintings.





Jacky uses his love of architecture to add mechanical elements to compose the basic structure of the painting. He loves trains. 

Their work is highly sought after in Europe and Japan.




Magazine Articles :
“Jacky and Sanae mix dreams and reality. Their naive paintings are highly rich in colour with a touch of retro and a pinch of humour.”
(Vivre sa Ville 2001)
“Bravo, continue...you are on the right track.”
(Journal La Vie du Rail)
“One can also appreciate the technically skilled Quétard family's enchanting naive paintings.”
(La République du Centre)
“Their naive paintings are the result of or marriage between their two personalities, their sensitivity and tenderness and their two talents.”
(La République de Centre 1996)

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Excerpt from Charming Deception,by Carol Ann Kauffman



Chapter One
Confusion


Okay, where the hell am I? What happened to me? The last thing I remember is… nothing comes to mind. Nothing looks familiar here. I turn toward the window. It’s dark outside, cloudy, not a star in the big, black sky. The room is dark. I’m naked in this big, comfortable bed. Judging from the smell of the lavender scent on the perfectly ironed, high thread-count sheets and pillowcases, I’m either in a very high-end luxury hotel or in one of Martha Stewart's guest rooms.
 A snore interrupts my thoughts. Apparently, I am not alone. I glance over at the noisy lump beside me. Nope. Don’t recognize him. There's a very strong possibility that I've been teleported back to the free-loving sixties. I get up quietly to go to the bathroom. A glint of gold catches my eye from the ring finger of my left hand. I'm married? Oh, shit! When did this happen? This isn't the sixties. This must be Vegas, baby. I creep quietly into the bathroom, close the door, and snap on the light. Definitely a hotel. Plain, antiseptic bathroom. Martha Stewart's guest bathroom would have scented candles and a sense of style, hospitality, and luxury. And not so much white. White walls, white floor, white towels, white shower curtain. A rather bizarre-looking attachment on the faucet, and another one on the showerhead. I look at the mirror. I carefully touch the mirror to make sure it was a real mirror, not a…what? What else would it be? Oh, God, I’ve gone mad. I peer into the mirror. 
Yikes… well, I give that bony lump sleeping beside me credit for marrying me when I look like hell. Good grief, he must be a total loser. I examine my dull, spotty complexion, wild Einstein hair, and the bags under my blurry, bloodshot eyes. My head hurts. I check myself for bruises, scratches, and sore spots. No, nothing. Well, at least I wasn’t attacked. So, what do I tell that Bony Lump?
‘Hey, Bozo, whatever happened between us, it was just some bizarre mistake. Gather your things and get the hell out of here. I'll contact my lawyer to annul this fiasco as soon as I get home. Now go!’ Then I’ll point to the door for dramatic effect. Oh, yeah, that sounds good.
As soon as I get home. Home? Where is home? I can’t remember. I look back at the reflection in the mirror. I can't remember where I live, or how I got here. I can't remember where I work, or what kind of car I drive. I can’t remember my name. A…Amy, Ann…B…Barb…Bebe…C…Cianna… Carrie…Carol, no. 
Hmmm. did Bony Lump drug me? Did he drug me, take advantage of me, and then, marry me? No, why would he do that? That makes absolutely no sense. I wiggle the beautiful gold wedding ring with a large brilliant cut diamond in the center. Weighty. Expensive. Good fit. And… slightly familiar. Oh, look, a little tan line. Now, how can that be? This has to be a dream. 
I snap off the light and creep silently back into bed. 
Oh, crap! That might have been my last chance at escape if this lump beside me is a kidnapper. The sooner I go back to sleep, the sooner I’ll wake up, and this bizarre dream will be over. D…Diane…E… Emma …F…Franka, no G…Gigi… H…Helen… I… J…Janie…K… Katie…L…Louisa… M…M…Marie…Mena…Mmmm. 
Bony Lump rolls over and pulls me to him gently, hugging me, patting my shoulder. 
“It was just a nightmare, my love. I'm right here. You're safe,” he whispers sweetly in a sexy, sleepy voice. “Go back to sleep. You’re safe. I’ll protect you. Always.” He kisses my head gently. He has a wonderful voice. British accent. Kind. Reassuring. Gentle. Loving. Very touching. 

So, what else could I do but fall asleep in his arms, with my hand on his just-hairy-enough chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

The Work of Helen Ansell


Dear Gentle Readers,

May I introduce you to the work of Helen Ansell? Her work is immediately recognizable by her vivid use of color and strong Australian influence. Her work is both primitive and complex, dramatic and simple, all at the same time. 







I was drawn to her work because it reminded me so much of the art pieces by our own Parker Kaufman. Bold and geometric, combined with detailed and delicate. Fearless mixes of color and shape and stroke that bring the canvas to life.

Australian-born Helen Ansell loves to paint wildflowers. She has had a affinity for wildflowers since she was a little girl helping her father collect wildflower seeds and growing them in a remote Aboriginal community outside of Wiluna, Australia.

Some of her wildflower paintings have been translated in textile designs. On her Facebook Page at https://www.facebook.com/helenansellart Helen shows us her process of turning photos of the natural fauna of her country into works of art. 


If the art of this amazing young woman has sparked your curiosity at all, please follow the links to learn more about her and how she creates her beautiful work.

www.helenansell.com/
www.form.net.au/project/helen-ansell-exhibition-beyond-the-fence-line/
www.andrewsand.co/helen-ansell-fine-artist/
https://twitter.com/helenansell

None of these photos are mine. I claim nothing here. They came from the links above.

Hugs,
Carol 

Monday, May 29, 2017

BESTSELLER OF THE WEEK: Charming Deception by Carol Ann Kauffman



Samantha wakes up to a perfect life, with a handsome, attentive husband she doesn't remember. She has it all: a luxury vehicle, designer clothes, beautiful jewelry, and a condo on the beach. But this isn't the life she remembers. As time go by, Samantha discovers she is the object of an elaborate deception, one large enough to include, other worlds, body doubles, time travel, world-hopping, and a galaxy guardian as cold as ice. Is her charming husband in on this deception?

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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Schedule for May 29 - June 2, 2017



Schedule for This Week

Mon., May 29 - Bestseller of the Week:
Charming Deception by Carol Ann Kauffman
Tues., May 30 - The Beautiful Artwork 
of Helen Ansell
Wed., May 31 - Excerpt from
Charming Deception
Thurs., June 1 - The Magical Team of Sanae Kushubiki 
and Jacky Quetard
Fri., June 2 - Reviews of 
Charming Deception