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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Flying Over Oklahoma

“Nothing will ever equal that moment of exhilaration which filled my whole being when I felt myself flying away from the earth.  It was not mere pleasure; it was perfect bliss…”
–Professor Jacques Alexandre Cesare Charles

“Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve.”
–Napoleon Hill

Well, I guess you may have figured out that I had my first solo flight in a Cessna 172 yesterday!  It was wonderful!  I dreamed it, I achieved it and nobody can ever take it away from me.  Now, on to soft field landings and cross country training.  That first cross country (3 full stops at different airports, at least 50 miles apart) by myself will be huge!  A good pilot never stops learning and I still have a long way to go, but the first solo has now been accomplished.  YAY!!!!!




Flying Over Oklahoma
Four 4″ x 6″ Watercolor  & Acrylic Postcards

I painted this in November, 2009, from a sketch I did, looking out an airplane window on my way to Port Townsend, Washington for an acrylic workshop.  I painted it in my hotel room, while I was there.  I thought it would be appropriate for today’s post.  :)


Professor Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles wrote this after the first free flight in a manned hydrogen balloon, December 1, 1783.  Note:  The exact adjective used by Professor Charles to describe the emotions is not “exhilaration” but “bilarite”, which can be translated exactly as ecstasy, exhilaration, joy and/or excitement.

See my shirt tail on Facebook! :D

In American aviation lore, the traditional removal of a new pilot’s shirt tail is a sign of the instructor’s new confidence in his student after successful completion of the 1st solo flight. In the days of tandem trainers, the student sat in the front seat, with the instructor behind. As there were often no radios in these early days of aviation, the instructor would tug on the student pilot’s shirttail to get his attention, and then yell in his ear. A successful first solo flight is an indication that the student can fly without the instructor (“instructor-less” flight). Hence, there is no longer a need for the shirt tail, and it is cut off by the (often) proud instructor, and sometimes displayed as a trophy.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Merry Old Basset Hound - November 3, 2009

"Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes, work never begun."

Christina Rossetti


Merry Old Basset Hound

4" x 4" Watercolor

I'm kinda proud of this little fellow. I am still learning, so when I have this kind of success I get a little giddy. I found this dog in WetCanvas' Reference Image Library (RIL).

The RIL is created entirely by member submissions.
Images that are uploaded are available to paint from. I logged out, to see what you would get if you are not a member. You don't get to the actual photo. If you are logged in as a member, you will get a small resolution photo and most of the time (depending on the photographer's upload) a large res version. Today, there are 8,119,407 images to choose from. WOW!

I have never had a single art class. I have learned everything I can do at present, from hanging out with other artists. There are some very willing teachers at WetCanvas. Of course, next weekend, Nov 13-14, I am going to have my first class. I am so excited to be taking an acrylic workshop from Don Tiller, in Port Townsend, WA. I have been a fan of his since I saw his work in Artist's Magazine.

I think it's going to be fun to see what happens to my creativity, when it is fueled by such an inspiring teacher. I am thrilled to have this opportunity.

About Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti, the Victorian era English poet, is known for the melancholy themes in such poems as "Goblin Market" and "When I Am Dead." She was born in 1830 in London to Italian-born parents. Her father was poet Gabriele Rossetti and her brother was the painter/poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti. She rejected two marriage proposals because, although she loved both men, neither shared her religious devotion. According to her brother, she wrote effortlessly and rapidly. She died in 1894.