<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791555510851351526</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:14:11.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You See What I See?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16674477211067993671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791555510851351526.post-5631033174030002196</id><published>2010-01-18T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:47:28.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/S1UrNkVFvvI/AAAAAAAAACE/FqSGgqm3CnU/s1600-h/jeff+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292437955428082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/S1UrNkVFvvI/AAAAAAAAACE/FqSGgqm3CnU/s400/jeff+final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/S1Unj2tZaGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nyYtD48smQI/s1600-h/jeff+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been over a year since I have posted to my blog. Not all of it was my fault. Last December Central Illinois had an ice storm that left our small town without power for a few days and because of that my pipes burst. Now the interesting thing to note is that the last remodeler had the bright idea to run the water lines up to the attic and across the house, thus causing the ceilings to all collapse and destroy the entire downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the last year all my spare time has been spent gutting the house and starting over. During the year I officially lost my job of 20 years as well. I have been using the last 3 months to catch up on the house before winter hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the Holidays are over and a new year begun, I have decided to start doing my art again. Here is my first piece since my last post. It is 5 x 7 and done in colored pencil on stonehenge paper. It is my good friend and his son after they won the area tournament. My wife caught the moment perfectly and I have wanted to draw it for some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to create a new drawing at least once a week for the next year. Next I will be working on some people from our town mixed with some other stuff. I promise to make every effort possible to post regularly this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/791555510851351526-5631033174030002196?l=tevyeatheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5631033174030002196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=791555510851351526&amp;postID=5631033174030002196' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/5631033174030002196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/5631033174030002196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-absence.html' title='A Long Absence'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16674477211067993671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/S1UrNkVFvvI/AAAAAAAAACE/FqSGgqm3CnU/s72-c/jeff+final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791555510851351526.post-7611303297608935033</id><published>2008-12-19T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:45:36.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Today Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/SUxAEzJ5bZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6jTMOHK1CMI/s1600-h/Meg+Drawing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281666914194124178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/SUxAEzJ5bZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6jTMOHK1CMI/s320/Meg+Drawing+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day my eldest daughter sent me a text message with a recording of her expressing her love for me that day along with a photo of herself at that moment. It was the brightest point in my day. I was so taken that I made the recording into her ring tone as well. Now when I get a text message from her at work I jump at hearing the voice sound suddenly from my pocket and those around me chuckle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have 7 children and they are all such a blessing to me. They give my life complete meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to do my next drawing based off of that quick photo she took of herself. It is ebony pencil on Strathmore 500 paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/791555510851351526-7611303297608935033?l=tevyeatheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7611303297608935033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=791555510851351526&amp;postID=7611303297608935033' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/7611303297608935033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/7611303297608935033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-today-daddy.html' title='I Love You Today Daddy'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16674477211067993671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/SUxAEzJ5bZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6jTMOHK1CMI/s72-c/Meg+Drawing+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791555510851351526.post-5192592831329750893</id><published>2008-12-01T15:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:41:25.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time gets away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/STRUitFQqQI/AAAAAAAAABM/pToRbxRdEfA/s1600-h/chickadee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274934018751637762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/STRUitFQqQI/AAAAAAAAABM/pToRbxRdEfA/s320/chickadee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, so much for staying accountable to producing regular art. I have been working on this chickadee for some time. I started it a year ago and got sidetracked with remodeling a home for my mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law. I had finished the bird and the buds quite some time ago and have spent the last couple of weeks doing the branch and background. I very nearly ruined the background. The Mi Tientes paper has a textured side and a smooth side. Without thinking I used the textured side. The part that drew me to the photo to begin with was the contrast between the backgound being out of focus and the roughness of the branch. It was difficult to make the background smooth with all that texture on the paper. I am happy with the end result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose my biggest tip is to keep working at it and don't give up during any "ugly" stages. Life is frequently that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inspiration for the piece came from a photograph by Michael Dossett and his website is &lt;a href="http://www.mdossettphoto.com/"&gt;http://www.mdossettphoto.com/&lt;/a&gt; His photography is very well done and I appreciate his work a great deal.  I would appreciate any comments or criticisms about the piece so that I may improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is colored pencil on Mi Tientes paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/791555510851351526-5192592831329750893?l=tevyeatheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5192592831329750893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=791555510851351526&amp;postID=5192592831329750893' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/5192592831329750893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/5192592831329750893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-gets-away.html' title='Time gets away'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16674477211067993671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/STRUitFQqQI/AAAAAAAAABM/pToRbxRdEfA/s72-c/chickadee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791555510851351526.post-4107027079113895260</id><published>2008-11-07T12:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:04:01.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/SRSQ9NTBQRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h1cgw1MrEMU/s1600-h/peoria+skyline+sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265993245518807314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/SRSQ9NTBQRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h1cgw1MrEMU/s320/peoria+skyline+sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another key step to redirecting myself was to become a member of Everyday Matters. It is a Yahoo Group that immediately ties you to a host of people just like yourself. People rekindling their sketching habit and finding life in the details therein. The very afternoon of my putting my blog up and notifying the group, I had people from far away places stop and leave a comment. It is a huge encouragement to have that. I am immediately interested in producing art due to that kind of support.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today is my latest daily sketch. The idea is to let go and just sketch from life. To get into the trenches and get your hands dirty creating something. It is intended to be loose and freeing as opposed to polished fine art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a scene I see every day. It is the Peoria Illinois skyline. I drive to Peoria from podunk Washburn, a small out of the way village, about 40 miles from here. I start my journey in corn and soybean fields and end in a city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/791555510851351526-4107027079113895260?l=tevyeatheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4107027079113895260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=791555510851351526&amp;postID=4107027079113895260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/4107027079113895260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/4107027079113895260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-key-step-to-redirecting-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16674477211067993671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/SRSQ9NTBQRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/h1cgw1MrEMU/s72-c/peoria+skyline+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791555510851351526.post-7215400867943986473</id><published>2008-11-06T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:14:37.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/SRMTpM2eSWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kuyGjGZoKSk/s1600-h/sunrise+november+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265573987871508834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/SRMTpM2eSWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kuyGjGZoKSk/s320/sunrise+november+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning is the best time of the day for me. Everything is new and fresh and unspoiled. No one has had the chance to cast dispersions or create discontent. It is a quiet reflective time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular November morning was exceptional due to the vivid sunrise we had. I pulled off the side of the road to quickly snap a picture. In 30 seconds the sun finished its ascent and the sky became a bleak November grey. As an artist I am fortunate in that I can take that fleeting spectacle away with me and enjoy it the rest of the day. I can place it on my drawing table, sketch at it, recreate it, and delve into the tiniest detail of that fraction of time. Many of the drivers on the road with me this morning gave that sunrise a backward glance as they hurried to work, their heads filled with scheduling their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I truely love about being an artist. Time stops for me. I can study it and analyze it. I play it over and over like people play a beloved song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/791555510851351526-7215400867943986473?l=tevyeatheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7215400867943986473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=791555510851351526&amp;postID=7215400867943986473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/7215400867943986473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/7215400867943986473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/morning-is-best-time-of-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16674477211067993671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DUePaY78Ttw/SRMTpM2eSWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kuyGjGZoKSk/s72-c/sunrise+november+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791555510851351526.post-1228025021235015578</id><published>2008-11-05T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:57:23.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of My Journey of Blogging</title><content type='html'>For the past few months I have been venturing into the lives of people around the world.  Getting a peek at who they are and what they are doing by lurking on their blogs.  What an interesting world.  Particularly I read artists blogs which is what this blog will focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself metamophising at the age of 42.  After 19 years as a Scientific Illustrator for the Department of Agriculture I may become unemployed.  My children are getting older and leaving home.  My wife is getting more and more involved outside of our home.  I suppose it is time for me to re-invent myself and begin again pursuing the dreams I have put on hold for all of these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a step in that direction.  To begin being the artist I am at heart.  To follow my interests and be ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/791555510851351526-1228025021235015578?l=tevyeatheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1228025021235015578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=791555510851351526&amp;postID=1228025021235015578' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/1228025021235015578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791555510851351526/posts/default/1228025021235015578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tevyeatheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/start-of-my-journey-of-blogging.html' title='The Start of My Journey of Blogging'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16674477211067993671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
