Angela Sullivan Art

Gala & Green Bird A glass bird along side a gala apple. One cold and hard the other has a faint sweet scent. It feels round and familier in the hands of the owner.

Little Glass Bottle I sit on the dresser day after day. Normally I would be collecting dust. But not me, I am special. I was her gift from him, a husband deeply loved. I was bought in a land far away. He searched through the market and out of a table full of other shiny bottles he picked me. He wrapped me safely in his clothes and placed me in his foot locker so I would make it back to the states unharmed. I traveled by boat and air until I made it home. Each day she passes by, picks me up and thinks of him. I am a reminder of the love she has. The man of her dreams and how blessed her live is now. I am just a Little Glass Bottle but I am special. UNAVAILABLE

The Other Side of The Rainbow Yesterday 6/28/2010 at 5:30 pm my dad made the journey to the other side of the rainbow. James Elisher Johnson  10/26/1923-6/28/2010 We are sad yet we did not want him to linger in suffering or pain. These,  the colors of the rainbow in his blessed long life are as follows, Red because red was his favorite color, Orange because the colors of the sunset over the muddy river was beautiful to him, Yellow because sunflowers are yellow and this represents all 4 of his sunny children, Green is for the grass that was rich and green on the banks of the river,  Blue is for the color of his eyes so bright and mischievous, Indigo is for the deep richness of his love for my beautiful mother in their 68 years together, Violet is for the place he is now , a place of peace and contentment on The Other Side of The Rainbow

Merry Berries Two red juicy strawberries just hanging around doing what berries do.

Fine Things Sometimes we get caught up in having the most fashionable and the best but sometimes the fine things are right before our eyes. An old pitcher and a few old fashioned roses remind me of home. A home from yester year. A home where I used to play with my doll Thumbelina and the items in my play house were old dishes mom let me play with. All of these were of course the "Fine Things". 16x20 acrylic on stretched canvas Unavailable

Threads of Life We all start out the same in our mothers womb. We are born and then from there we change. A thread is started in shifts and turns, it weaves in and out. It entwines all in our path, holding on to some yet letting go of others. The thread continues until... And then another begins.

The Yellow Napkin Resting on a table sits a yellow napkin. Supple and soft and made of cotton it was found in Grandma's chest. It has been handed down to a granddaughter who will cherish it forever. It is the only one remaining from Grandma's chest. A wedding gift from long ago. Now it is stained with age but treasured just the same. Who would know that this lone napkin could bring such joy and ignite warm memories from days gone by.

Fishing Buddies I can remember a time not so long ago when I went fishing with my best friend Benny who is also my husband. We would go down to the lake in our little boat with fishing poles and cold drinks in hand. Our bait was live crickets. I would stick my hand down in the cricket cage and they would climb my fingers with their scratchy little legs. I would bait them on the hook and if we were lucky would go home with supper. There is no better place or time than spending the evening fishing with your best friend down on the lake.

Oranges on Green Orange slices scattered on a clear glass plate. A single leaf rest nearby. The crystal clear plate is all that keep the succulent juices off the green table cloth. Yum Yummy! UNAVAILABLE

Daisy Cup A blue cup sitting on the counter just waiting for a nice warm cup of coffee. Then a little girl rushes in ,out of breath from her trek outside. With her skin warm and moist and her breathing heavy from running in the fields she calls her mom. Mom! look what I picked for you. A single daisy, what can we put it in? Then she spied it. The blue cup a perfect place for the delicate flower. A gift of love.

The Coming Storm I painted this today while feeling quite sad. My 86 year old dad who had an accident about three weeks ago was diagnosed with probable spinal cord cancer. He is now paralyzed from the waist down. We visited with him on Fathers day in the hospital. He was so happy to see us and knew everyone. Before that and since, he has been confused and doesn't  know anyone. I guess the day we visited him was just one  more little gift from God. My mom is so sad, and as our lives change each day I can feel  "The Coming Storm." Painted with a palette knife on panel board.

2+2=4 One coffee cup teeters inside the other. A point of imperfection in both.Treasures to someone. One with brown tones the other with blue. Left alone for moments in time they remain like memories form the past. Two cherries have been gently placed by the gentle hands of the woman who lives here. Untouched and uneaten, thus 2+2=4.    UNAVAILABLE

Down a Country Road Two houses on a simple dirt road which leads to home. A road less traveled, A place where few have been before. Out in the country where wild flowers bloom and butterflys dance in the breeze, Where dogs bark at rabbits in the field and where life is good, A place called home. 

A Walk Through The Kitchen I walk into the kitchen and the first thing I think of is the warmth of my first cup of Joe. I reach in the cabinet among the cups of yellow, gold, red, green and blue. I pick the yellow one of course my favorite. I got it years ago from my daughter. It has missed disaster several times. As I sit drinking my coffee I notice the old jar. A jar also dear to me, my mom used to can fruit and she gave me this one. As I start to go about my daily routine I grab an apple ,red and delicious and think about the sweetness of its ware. Another beautiful day started by A Walk Through the Kitchen. UNAVAILABLE  

                                                      Lemon Tang This lemon rest next to a cool blue cup. Cool in color and value yet warm with the temp of the lucious sweet liquid it contains. A tall cup of tea. Soon the tartness of the lemon will surely add a nice surprise. A little flavor of Lemon Tang. UNAVAILABLE

Orange Slices Beside the two tea cups long emptied of their wares these orange slices sit on the tabletop waiting for what? Picked at the peak of their prime they still have much to give. Sweet and tart they are full of fresh sweet juice. Gone for now is the person who put them here. The person who will surely return and enjoy them later. But will they savor all that they have to give, these two orange slices simply waiting on the table. UNAVAILABLE

                                                       Farmers Gold The Sky is dark, the dawning of the day near. In the far distance a rooster crows. The old farmer is up already preparing for the day. He can smell the bacon cooking on the old wood stove. The days on the farm are hard and long as there is hay to be bailed, livestock to be fed, and crops to be tended. But in the end it will be worth it all at just one glance at the beauty of the land he loves.                                                                         Unavailable

The Old Homestead Out in the country far from the hum of cars passing by sits a little old homestead. Memories were made here, tears were shed as well as the many hours of laughter. Memories which now linger in the deserted hallways. Memories made at the old homestead.

Clothes Pins From years gone by. A product of daily life. Women spent long hours washing clothes, and doing chores around the house. Today instead of backbreaking work, these little jewels are mainly used for crafts.

Cherry Red In a cool ceramic bowl sitting on the counter is a handful of deep red cherries. Sweet and luscious, they will be eaten soon. Not even a trace will remain. Three of them are scattered on the table I wonder if they will go first. UNAVAILABLE

Your Lioness Queen of the Jungle. There she sits as she takes a break from the activities of the day. In the cool of the day she is quiet, calm and peaceful but she will spring into action at just the scent of prey. 

THANK YOU To all who take the time to leave comments on my blog. To all who take the time out of their busy day to look at my art, Thank You. I think many times life is to busy. So busy that we go here and there and are always involved in something that we bypass the nice things, the simple treasures given to us by others,sometimes even people we don't know. Many times we don't stop and take the time to let people know how we feel. We neglect to say thanks a lot of times for the things which really mean a lot to us, encourage us, and make a big difference in our lives. It is not neccessarily the big things that make us different and better it is the little things that are equally important. Every day when I look at my blog and see the counter that someone has visited my site it means something. When I see that someone has chosen to follow that is even better. When a faithful few always leave comments it lifts my heart and does make a difference in my day. I am not, nor ever wil

I don't know how those flowers got on the ground. Yep! sure they are close to me and no one else is around but does that mean I did it? Of course not. So who do you think did it? Who Me?

Painted for http://www.windowstothewords.blogspot.com/

Big Brother Two boats both waiting for work. Tied to a small post they wait. They are dependant on each other one will not go without the other. A fleet of their on even though they are only two. SOLD

Mister Pepper Deep red. Bold and bright, I am the sweetest and most flavorful pepper on the block. The chopping block that is. UNAVAILABLE

Through The Garden Gate I travel alone. No one knows where I am going. My thoughts are all I have with me. In the garden I will solve problems, I will listen to the quiet of a summer day. I will soak in the sweet tunes sang by the little birds who live here. I will learn who I am and what I want to be. I will become a new person when I enter the garden, Through The Garden Gate.

Sitting Alone Alone, with no one else around, deep in thought, what will today bring. What should I do? The decisions of this day could change me forever, what kind of man will my family remember me as. I must make them proud. 

Touched By The Light A shiny blue jar filled with pink billowy flowers sit atop a fine linen covered table. The room is clothed in darkness except for the light filtering in from the distant window. It's brilliance falls across the jar and the flowers come to life like a ballerina on the stage of a famous play. 16x20 Gallery Wrapped Canvas/ Acrylic Original

Queen of The Garden Boldly standing above the rest. Proud and beautiful, her majesty sways gently in the warm sumer breeze. The delight of any lady's garden. 16x20 gallery wrapped stretched canvas /  acrylic original

SOLD Waiting for Pie was hard to complete as my mouth watered after the cherries were finished. It is an acrylic on panel board and is already sold.

Painted for a challenge at http://www.studioatelier.blogspot.com/ 8x10 acrylic on panel board. No Longer Available

Acrylic on 5x7 panel board. Painted for a challenge at UNAVAILABLE

Gentle Landing is acrylic on 5x7 panel board. Painted for yet another challenge at http://www.windowstothewords.blogspot.com/ UNAVAILABLE

Hey There! I Love You is an apple with it's shiny bright reflection in a stainless canister. A little confused I think about the love issue. Acrylic on 8x8 panel board. No Longer Available

The Garden Shed standing alone in the edge of a field full of blooms where birds and butterflies dwell. The noise here is not of busy streets but instead the gentle tweet of birds looking for lunch. The lullaby of a babbling brook nearby. Acrylic on 5x7 panel board. This painting is for sale. Contact me at angelasacrylics@yahoo.com