the irrefutable truth

Lisa Bedard, UNTITLED, Tempera painting on wooden panel, 8x10, 2009

This is adaptation of an image by the wonderful artist Sabrina Ward Harrison. Please visit her at www.sabrinawardharrison.com

One of her MANY wonderful books, The True and the Questions : A Journal is the only one I have (yet!) (CLICK HERE to see inside the book ~ scroll down page, find the book, click on it, then click on little squares to find original image my painting is based on) I urge everyone to purchase any of her books…you will not regret it!

Sabrina Ward Harrison has been such an amazing inspiration for me, I would die of happiness if I ever had the amazing opportunity to attend one her workshops…

NB: This painting is not a copy or a reproduction of the original image by Sabrina Ward Harrison, it is merely an adaptation.

This tempera painting was produced for my Art History class - Historical Art Techniques

[Tempera painting = 1. wooden panel covered with simple weave fabric + homemade glue (water, edible gelatin), then covered with at least 10 thin layers of homemade gesso (homemade glue + calcium carbonate powder), then — egg yolk + water + dry pigments = paint — applied as desired on wooden panel]

(What an experience!!)

Nov 15

tidiness. enrapture.

Today I cleaned up my tumblr blog so that it would only be my own photographs, art and words.

I have a second tumblr where you can find all art and words from others that inspire me daily and that I love so much here: http://enraptured.tumblr.com/

Nov 13

again yesterday

as we viewed a German film in class yesterday, this man reminded me of you. as he looked down in sadness and loneliness, and so delicately took off his clothing, his body was your body, his black coarse hair was your hair, his beautiful delicate eyes were your eyes, his voice strong, yet so soft-spoken, was your voice. and the woman was me, her blond hair was my hair, her pale skin was my skin, her voluptuous curves were my curves, her love for him was my love for you. and as their bodies became one, i missed you again yesterday. i missed you.

Dude, this is my photo! Thanks for posting it, that means you like it!! <3 Yah!

Here’s my flickr photostream @ http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisareneebedard/

(this post was reblogged from sabino)

Oct 16

can be seen here on my flickr at http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisareneebedard/

can be seen on my flickr page at lisa renee

Oct 03

nostalgia

I took a stroll right up to the Forks. There was a little fair going on; people everywhere, games, rides, food, a band playing, people sitting at patio tables having drinks, kids screaming and laughing. I so badly wanted to be a part of it all, but I couldn’t. I was alone amongst a crowd of strangers and it made me feel completely alone in the world. It made me remember beautiful days like this; crisp, cool, with the smell of autumn leaves, damp soil and campfires. And I was alone, looking amongst their faces, searching for someone I could possibly recognize. I couldn’t bare to be surrounded by people and families having a wonderful time in this particular weather. It made me miss home and my family so much, that I just had to leave and return to the river-walk, so back home to my little lonely apartment I went.

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a great photograph is one that fully expresses what one feels, inthe deepest sense, about what is being photographed

Ansel Adams

Sep 29