You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' ~~~Eleanor Roosevelt

Friday, July 29, 2011

The 4th Edition of the Altered Bits Art Zine Is Published!

I Am Published!
 

Yes, it's true, and all of my thanks goes to
Alicia Caudle
at Altered Bits for making it possible for my art work to be published! 
Alicia Caudle is a remarkable woman and a wonderful inspiration to the artist community through her incredible web site, newsletters, and tutorials!  
She sells her amazing art work along with the delightful collage sheets she personally designs. Alisha holds a yearly challenge that she opens to give artists the wonderful  opportunity to enter their art work for possible publication in  her digital Altered Bits E-Zine!
She has already published 3 Altered Bits E-Zines that are jam packed with outstanding examples of mixed media art from artists who entered the challenge!
I chose the theme, "Notorious" and with my two favorite Hollywood Divas in mind,
Bette Davis and Joan Crawford, I created an altered art book with images from the movie, "Whatever Happened To Baby Jane"!
I sent my entry to Alicia with my fingers crossed and went completely
out-of-my-mind
thrilled when she sent the e-mail letting me know  that my altered art book would be published in the Altered Bits Zine!
To find out where to purchase the Altered Bits Art Zine,  check out these links:
ORDER FROM AMAZON:
ORDER FROM LULU:
Thank You ~Alica!
I also want to send out a special thanks to
another very creative and talented woman!
 Jo Gabriel,
 who is a very gifted singer/songwriter and pianist!
If it had not been for Jo's website,  The Last Drive In,
I wouldn't have been inspired to create my altered art book for the challenge!
When I saw all of the incredible images that she had posted from the movie
"Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?", 
 the "sparks of inspiration" began to flow and I knew that \
I had found the images I needed to create
my definition of  the theme
"Notorious"!
Click the link below to see all of the incredible images from
 "Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?" plus many more Hollywood greats!
THE LAST DRIVE IN:
Jo  has posted an incredible amount of  images from the old Hollywood Era of those 
exciting, thriller /chiller motion pictures that made everyone crazy to go the drive in 
to watch their favorite stars appear on that enormous outdoor picture screen!
Thank You ~ Jo!!

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Life Is A Witch And Then You Fly!

Life Is A Witch And Then You Fly!

The Poem "Dark Rosaleen"

O my Dark Rosaleen, Do no sigh, do not weep! The priests are on the ocean green, they march along the Deep. There's wine from the royal Pope upon the ocean green; and Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, My Dark Rosaleen. Over hills and through dales have I roamed for your sake; all yesterday I sailed with sails on river and on lake. The Erne at its highest flood I dashed across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! Oh! there was lightning in my blood, Red lightning lightened through my blood, My Dark Rosaleen! All day long in unrest to and fro do I move, The very soul within my breast Is wasted for you,love! The heart in my bosom faints to think of you, my Queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! To hear your sweet and sad complaints, My life, my love, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! Woe and pain, pain and woe, are my lot night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne again in golden sheen;'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! 'Tis you shall have the golden throne,'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen! Over dews, over sands will I fly for your weal; your holy delicate white hands shall girdle me with steel. At home in your emerald bowers,from morning's dawn till e'en, you'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! You'll think of me through Daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen! I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer, to heal your many ills! And one beamy smile for you would float like light between my toils and me, my own, my true, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My Dark Rosaleen! O! the Erne shall run red with redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, and flames wrap hill and wood, and gun-peal, a slogan cry, wake many a glen serene, ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! The Judgment Hour must first be nigh,ere you can fade, ere you can die, My Dark Rosaleen!