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the adventure will soon begin.  but before that, this ONE-DAY PRE-ADVENTURE PAINTING SALE!

if you are freshening up your surroundings and have a spot in your heart and home or workplace for one of david’s paintings, this 50% off sale may be good timing for you.  browse the site and contact us (email: kerrianddavid1111@gmail.com) with questions or to make purchase arrangements.  all paintings will ship before week’s end.

enjoy your virtual walk through the gallery!

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the lights. [k.s. friday]

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“…i love to watch the lights shine on my baby’s face…”

the place this song came from.  motherhood.  the full-body-overwhelming-love-feeling for me of holding my babies those first christmases.  seeing the lights from the tree play on their faces was magic-on-earth.  i suddenly understood my sweet momma and her joy having us there at christmas, surrounded by her babies (forever her babies, regardless of age.)  this is a story-song.  i’ll say little else about it.  you’ll understand when you listen to the lyrics.

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read DAVID’S generous thoughts about THE LIGHTS – thank you, d. i love you.

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THE LIGHTS ©️ 1996 kerri sherwood


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this painting!! [d.r. thursday]

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this painting!!  i fell in love with it the instant i saw the horses.  utter-arms-outstretched-bliss on horseback.  what is not to love?  i have been horse-crazy ever since i was little.  my room decorations at one point in my life included stable-brown walls, burlap curtains, horse statues and ribbons on shelves and wall space and my headboard.

i took horseback-riding lessons as a little girl; i relished every minute of it.  it was expensive (horses in general are expensive, whether you own or rent or just go on a trail ride) and the opportunity ran out for these lessons, but when i can, i ride.   a couple years ago My Girl and i went on a trail ride out in the mountains of aspen.  it was sheer heaven! k and me riding

this painting!! it makes me think of other recent times looking-into-the-gentle-eyes of these beautiful animals.  we walked later at night in holland past fields and obvious horse-fencing.  i heard the sound of a horse nickering, that blowing-out of air so easily identifiable.  i walked in the dark toward the sound.  there at the fenceline was this beautiful horse, just waiting for us to quietly talk to him, stroke his face.  no treats, just love.

this painting!! linda and bill can relate to horse-love.  their horse chance is the sweetest.  she literally finds her way to the side kitchen door in the morning if they haven’t gone out to feed her yet and will stick her head right inside the car as you drive slowly by.

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this painting!! it transports me to warm springs ranch, a budweiser clydesdale eden with sweet foals and gentle giant mares.  a glorious afternoon with wendy and jani, david followed me around with a camera, documenting my glee.

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this painting!!  it brings back all my having-a-horse-one-day yearning.  ahhh.  someday, i think.  i have many brochures about the wild mustangs of out west, all needing homes and an adoptive chance at life, not to be swept up in roundups due to an imbalance of excess and lack.

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this painting!! how will i be able to let it go – because someone will want this stunning painting for their home…

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well, i have an idea:

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read DAVID’S thoughts this D.R. THURSDAY

 

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oversized joy. [not-so-flawed wednesday]

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we spent a wonderful day thanksgiving friday in boston with craig and dan.  taking trains here and there, we had brunch at the greatest little dietary-restrictions-aware-diner called the friendly toast, walked through a magnificently decorated copley place, had drinks together and went bowling, a tradition that has been established now for a few years.  it would have been hard not to feel the holiday spirit; carols were playing and everything was decorated…and we were together.

copley place had enormous decorations.  i mean eNORmous.  everywhere you looked there were oversized ornaments and lights.  now, normally i might find that gauche; in this case it was stunning.  they really made you take notice.  i wanted to sing carols and skip through the mall.

i keep carols on pretty much non-stop in this season.  in the house they play on a boombox booming out of my studio.  we drive with them on in the car.  i sing in the shower.  i make up new words to old standards and sing LALALALALA really loudly when i can’t think of the lyrics.  joy joy joy!  big joy!

thank you to copley place for the reminder that THE JOY of the season – those moments we are together – is enormous.  it is oversized.  it is stunning.  take notice.

read DAVID’S thoughts on this NOT-SO-FLAWED WEDNESDAY

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luminaria. [two artists tuesday]

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with snow on the ground and visions of sugarplums and reindeer, late-at-night we would gather together on christmas eve in the neighborhood i grew up in.  luminaria bags lined the streets, you could hear people caroling, children excitedly running around.  my sweet momma and daddy held this tradition close each year, even bringing it forward a few of their first years in florida.  back on long island we would walk around the block, singing, talking, debating white-lights-vs-multi-colored holiday lights, dreaming about what would be under the tree the next morning.  it was magical and time was suspended.  midnight seemed early after everyone’s late church service.

a few years ago, missing my sweet momma and poppo, holiday tradition with extended family and not always having my own children here to celebrate, i felt an emptiness and a yearning for something more.  reaching into bright memories, i asked david if he would like to host a luminaria party, to start right here…on our street…with these sweet bags of sand and candles spaced on the sidewalks, a couple of firepits in the driveway (thanks to john and michele we have more than one firepit!), an abundance of wine and snacks on tables set up with christmas carols playing on a boombox.  we invited our neighbors, friends, our church community.  they stayed till a time-suspended-magical 2am and a tradition was born.  this year is our fourth.

it starts at 10:45.  you are welcome to come.  just rsvp, bundle up and bring a beverage and snack to pass.  come share in the magic of tradition…yet another wondrous thing.

read DAVID’S post this TWO ARTISTS TUESDAY

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wondrous things. [merely a thought monday]

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a couple of weeks ago i ran into a couple i hadn’t seen in many years.  they asked me about my children and how they were; i excitedly rambled on about them for several minutes, explaining where they were living – 20 hours west and 20 hours east – and what they were doing in life.  then they asked me how i was.  i said, “you can always gauge a mom’s happiness by how recently she last got to see her grown children.”  i was fortunate enough to see my daughter in november AND my son in november, so i was happy-happy-happy.  time spent with them. a wondrous thing.

i was perched on one edge and My Girl on another, a ways down the side of the canyon.  we yelled back and forth, listening to the echo, ultimately dissolving into laughter.  the beauty.  the joy.  the echo.  the laughing.  a wondrous thing.

it was not his best bowling day; the planets clearly were out of alignment for My Boy, who pretty much rocks at bowling and many other sports,  but he goofed around and cartooned and had us all laughing. so much fun on that lane.  a wondrous thing.

we stood around the piano and sang in my studio, wendy’s voice next to my own.  suddenly, that thing-that-happens-when-two-people-who-are-related-sing-together happened.  my sweet niece’s voice and mine had the same timbre and it took my breath away.  i had to stop for a moment to take it in.  a wondrous thing.

from the moment we walked into their house, my girlfriend-since-elementary-school and i laughed.  we told stories, reminisced, struggled to remember details, poured a little wine, shared some more.  our husbands sipped lemon drop martinis and we talked non-stop.  i wanted to stay longer, talk more, remember more.  so much of my growing-up-history was standing next to me, hugging me as we left.  a wondrous thing.

we don’t really leave the kitchen table when we are there.  we sit on high stools and the chatter starts as soon as we arrive.  our dear friends jen and brad and the two of us have potluck dinners on many friday nights; each couple has leftovers from the week and no one has to worry about cooking.  we just heat up our leftovers and plate them and talk, wine glasses (or a beer in brad’s case) in hand.  conversations about our children, our work, politics, travel, ukuleles, npr…the spectrum is wide and we relish the time that flies by; six hours later we glance at the clock pointing to post-midnight.  a wondrous thing.

as glorious as the high mountains, ocean-front waves, flowers birthing out of winter, exquisite melodies, the first sip of coffee in the morning, a magical snowfall, texts with heart emojis, a hand holding yours, finding an old note in your child’s little-kid handwriting, black and white pictures of your parents in young days, shooting stars and sunrises…the list of wondrous things we can see around us is endless…limitless…boundless…

and moments shared?  also endless…limitless…boundless…

and we get to embrace all these wondrous things.

read DAVID’S thoughts about WONDROUS THINGS

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my husband paints. [d.r. thursday]

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my husband paints.  he is an amazing painter.  i truly love his work.  with both of us as artists, it could be interesting to love each-other, but not love each-other’s-work.  we are lucky to not only respect the work of the other, but to want to lift it up and out there to others, to share it with the world, to say, “LOOK! this is beautiful!”

my husband paints.  his studio is in our basement.  sometimes i wander down, sip coffee or tea or wine and watch his dance with canvas.  i’m aware of the stacks around me, paintings that have not yet been shown, paintings that need loving homes.

my husband paints.  he doesn’t like selling things.  it’s not his gig, so to speak.  but me?  i do like to sell things.  it’s a joy, for me, to match a painting with a person (this usually happens naturally…they find each other) or music with a person’s need for music.  in my next life (ok, one of the list of my next lives…a horse ranch is up there on the list too), i would love a small boutique shop, filled to the brim with things that people have made, repurposed, pieces of something old or something organic that are now treasured parts of a home.

and so let’s combine those things….my husband, his paintings, the stacks, my love of selling….and we get the “in the spirit of love and for the love of space, for art that helps you breathe and for the creation of best days, i offer these paintings” SALE.

visit the online gallery.  take your time.  listen.  breathe.  if you fall in love with something that speaks to you, let us know.  it’s impossible for me not to say, “LOOK! this is beautiful!”  my husband paints.

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read DAVID’S thoughts on this D.R. THURSDAY

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