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.