Fall Is Here.

Oh, these beautiful days.

Summer time has come and gone

Well, I intended to post some pictures of summer as it wound down, but (rather unsurprisingly) I didn't get around to it quickly enough. So, here I am back at school. Classes started yesterday, and I already feel surrounded by the joy that permeates Grace campus. It's so good to be back!

Nevertheless, summer abounded with the blessings of refreshment, relaxation, and free time to follow inspiration at leisure. It was wonderful to have the opportunity to reconnect with everyone in Hawaii, and I appreciate my island of aloha more than I ever have before.

Just a taste...

One more piece of artwork from this summer...

self-portrait time!

fourth of july food

products of a photographer given kitchen duty...

hiking and experiencing God's wonders

<3

shrimp farms on the north shore

sometimes graffiti can be a good thing

why I like trees

love them.

Islands

Acrylic and magazine strips on foam board; 16x28

So much fun.

I was rather inspired by Perelandra (as I am quite often), but in this piece I concentrated less on "illustrating" a scene, and just working with an idea.

I am really liking this mixed media stuff.

Untitled.

The camera is an artist’s single eye

Which captures in its view a scene of worth.

No value may it hold for passers-by

But the photographer sees idea’s birth.

And next, transfers from film, the retina

Where the image is implanted firm,

Straight to paper; light will give it a

Peculiar trait—an image it will turn.

What joy to find potential in the sights

That to another symbolize some thing

Altogether diff’rent! Bring to light

The gift the Creator is bestowing:

Art’s ability is such a gauge

Allows to us a glimpse of His image.

(During my senior year of high school, my British Lit teacher required us all to write our own Shakespearean sonnets. For better or for worse, this was the result. Found it while going through old files, and thought I would post it... be gentle with the tomatoes.)

Beach Sketches

Beach day with Mom while the boys surfed. 

Gorgeous day. Nice sun. Good times.

Pen and ink on sketch pad.

deviantART

Been too lazy to post lately, sorry 'bout that. I promise a nice big one will come soon! 

In the mean time, I thought I should post a link to a new art account I've formed on deviantart.com. You can view some of the artwork I've added to that gallery. =)

Just click here. 

Hawai'i nei: home again.

Well, Phoenix, I never expected to get to know you at all, but apparently US Airways felt we needed some bonding time. Fortunately for me, "America's Friendliest Airport" includes free wifi and decent food. 

7 hours later, we finally take off, and 24 hours after I left my aunt and uncle's house yesterday morning, I finally arrive.

Home. 

Ah, it feels good.

=)

(By the way, this photo here was not taken yesterday when I got home, since it was around 11:51 pm when we touched down. As a result, I had to pull from a previous trip. Oh well.)

Grad Photo Shoot

A few weeks ago I did a session with my roommate's brother Connor, who graduates from high school this month. Since I haven't done many shoots with people before, this was an opportunity for a new challenge, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I must say, I'm rather pleased with how they turned out. Here are just a few of my favorite shots: 

A Story of a Rainy Day

...We’ve had a lot of ‘em lately.

What is it about rain? Those calm, drizzly days that are either frightfully dreary or blessedly peaceful (depending on your perspective). Mist lurks on the edges of hills and distant clusters of trees. Droplets cling to the trembling petals of spring flowers. Leaves, leftovers from last fall, rest in puddles.

I watch my hallmates jump and splash, hearing the joy in their shrieks of laughter. We happen upon the surprise of an erupting fire hydrant… they require no persuasion to run through, screaming.

Eventually, their excitement carries them much farther than I with my bulky accessories can traverse, but no matter. I walk around the neighborhood of the Island alone, listening to waves lapping, wind wuthering (well, perhaps not quite), and the occasional car rumbling past. The drivers probably wonder at the odd girl with the huge camera meandering past their houses.

After a brief reunion with my hall girls, I find myself past Rodeheaver, as sprinkles of rain again begin to escape from the laden clouds. Now I’m glad I brought the umbrella. Miniscule droplets patter down.

Stray locks curl damply around my face.

The color green is so lush and vibrant under the clouds.

A sense of calm pervades the air. Or is it my mind that has been calmed?

(see post below for photos)