<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158583183867591163</id><updated>2011-08-02T22:46:48.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J.Joure - Art and Poetry - Judith Jewer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Judith Jewer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256494670430175875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/SjF0afQpxbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9KRrhs7aerM/S220/Judy2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158583183867591163.post-7992300080325471540</id><published>2010-06-28T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:37:34.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petals in the Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/TCjg8cwFFDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gPd6cprKcdY/s1600/petalssm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/TCjg8cwFFDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gPd6cprKcdY/s320/petalssm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487883475065574450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pink trees - what can I say. When spring time comes around - it gives me a lot of pleasure to see the beautiful trees in bloom. I was blessed to get an afternoon free this spring so that I could make this painting. It was a really windy day and the clouds were rolling in. I'd been itching to paint some of the pink trees I was seeing and by the time I was able to get an afternoon free, they were starting to fade already. I wasn't going to let a little wind and rain stop me from making this painting. I knew I had to be really quick, but had some difficulty choosing a tree. I was stopped in my tracks by the beauty of a cheery tree in blossom in front of the Police Credit Union on Highway #2 in Pickering. Funny thing was - once I got out of the car, it was a smaller blooming bush just outside the old Saturn dealership that really seemed to be what I was looking for. I painted as fast as I could because I could see the storm clouds rolling in - I just finished up in time to get my painting supplies back in the car before the rain really started to come down. Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POETRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Petals in the Breeze'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petals in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Dance the Spiral&lt;br /&gt;Flow of life&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blossoms bloom and fade;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration&lt;br /&gt;Of this day...&lt;br /&gt;Blissful freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open to the now&lt;br /&gt;Like a petal&lt;br /&gt;In the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;With gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAINTING&lt;br /&gt;Unframed, Cost $400&lt;br /&gt;Acrylics on Maisonite  --  11" x 24"&lt;br /&gt;See more of my landscape paintings here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.museon.com/landscape/html/thumb-1.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158583183867591163-7992300080325471540?l=jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/feeds/7992300080325471540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/06/petals-in-breeze.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/7992300080325471540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/7992300080325471540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/06/petals-in-breeze.html' title='Petals in the Breeze'/><author><name>Judith Jewer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256494670430175875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/SjF0afQpxbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9KRrhs7aerM/S220/Judy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/TCjg8cwFFDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gPd6cprKcdY/s72-c/petalssm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158583183867591163.post-8438602512700916277</id><published>2010-05-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T08:25:12.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S_VT94fHhKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GcRr19z_Uug/s1600/world+Tree+Finished.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S_VT94fHhKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GcRr19z_Uug/s320/world+Tree+Finished.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473373244738733218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a glorious fall day. The sun was shining, crisp and  clear. The colours were at their height, magnified in the sunshine. The  sky was impossibly beautifully blue; only gets that clear and intense in  the fall when it's magnified with all the ambient orange foliage. It  was after lunch and I was walking in the park with my camera just  soaking in all the colour. On a forest path... just me, the trees, sky,  birds and sunshine. Life has some very sweet moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed  off to the side of the path some of the most intense orange and yellows I  had ever seen and had to stop to explore. The creator of that colour  was a large old oak tree. I spent a long time looking at that tree.  Being quiet and listening in nature, opens the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  painting is my attempt to share this experience. I wanted to make a  portrait of a tree... but more than that - I was trying to give a  feeling of the universal tree - the lungs of the earth - supporting all  life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about the painting process. Sometimes things  just show up. I was not initially trying to put a figure in the tree -  she just showed up somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POETRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'World Tree'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  stands&lt;br /&gt;Arms outstretched&lt;br /&gt;Connection between&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Rooted  in the seasons&lt;br /&gt;Reaching through time&lt;br /&gt;Watching the cycles flow&lt;br /&gt;Holding  love, light, life...&lt;br /&gt;She stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAINTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: World  Tree&lt;br /&gt;Size: 20" x 36"&lt;br /&gt;Medium: Acrylic on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;Etsy: http://www.etsy.com/listing/47643697/world-tree-original-acrylic-painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallery  wrapped canvas, no frame necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use Artist Quality acrylic  paints to create my paintings and my paintings are varnished with Gloss  Polymer Varnish with UVLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note, the copyright watermark  does not appear on the original. Also, the rights to reproduce this  image remains with the artist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158583183867591163-8438602512700916277?l=jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/feeds/8438602512700916277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/05/world-tree.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/8438602512700916277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/8438602512700916277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/05/world-tree.html' title='World Tree'/><author><name>Judith Jewer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256494670430175875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/SjF0afQpxbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9KRrhs7aerM/S220/Judy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S_VT94fHhKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GcRr19z_Uug/s72-c/world+Tree+Finished.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158583183867591163.post-4327055035839454657</id><published>2010-05-07T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:08:54.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamingos in the River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S-Qe2q6J_rI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T-gQ5dc9uUU/s1600/flamingos-sm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S-Qe2q6J_rI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T-gQ5dc9uUU/s320/flamingos-sm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468529772114607794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flamingos fascinate me so much, I can watch them for hours at the  Toronto Zoo. It's not only their shape and movement, but that in itself  is really something. I mean really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSSIBLE GRACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big  pink eggs on stilts...&lt;br /&gt;Terodactyl heads&lt;br /&gt;On end of garden hose.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow  eyes watching...&lt;br /&gt;Noisy commotion momentarily;&lt;br /&gt;Flamingos in the  River...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the most off the wall afternoon TV reality show  can hold a candle to the sheer drama of a flock of flamingos. These  birds can EMOTE! Not only that, they do it in chorus. If you spend some  time watching a flock of flamingos, you will notice that... the flock is  an entity - these birds are so much part of each other - they move,  sleep, eat, and fight like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting was created using a  photograph I took at the Toronto Zoo. It was a quite time in the flock -  most were sleeping only one bird who was looking for food in the water,  took a moment to look up and make sure the silly woman with the camera  was staying in her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAINTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Flamingos in the  River&lt;br /&gt;Size: 18" x 27"&lt;br /&gt;Medium: Acrylic on Maisonite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158583183867591163-4327055035839454657?l=jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/feeds/4327055035839454657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/05/flamingos-in-river.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/4327055035839454657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/4327055035839454657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/05/flamingos-in-river.html' title='Flamingos in the River'/><author><name>Judith Jewer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256494670430175875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/SjF0afQpxbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9KRrhs7aerM/S220/Judy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S-Qe2q6J_rI/AAAAAAAAAEk/T-gQ5dc9uUU/s72-c/flamingos-sm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158583183867591163.post-8149180911271287842</id><published>2010-04-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:41:03.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Teapot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S9hWzFB-KLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5zrT9SgnuJc/s1600/blueteapot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S9hWzFB-KLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5zrT9SgnuJc/s320/blueteapot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465213583337859250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love beautiful objects... pots, cups, saucers, bottles,  teapots, you name it. Can't explain it. Makes it dangerous to take me  into second hand stores. I usually fall in love with something and have  to have it. This teapot was one of these found treasures. It is just so  beautiful, I had to include it in a still life. The lace tablecloth in  this painting was handmade by my Grandmother and was given to me as a  teen. I truly treasure it. Nanny made one of these beautiful  hand-crocheted tablecloths for all of her daughters, daughters-in-laws,  and granddaughters. I really love blue and orange together - it gave me a  lot of pleasure to paint this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking tea with  friends is another treasured activity of mine. I wanted this painting to  show how we are getting ready for a time of friendship with the special  women in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POETRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make way for  beauty&lt;br /&gt;Make way for lace&lt;br /&gt;Remember the love&lt;br /&gt;Remember the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  tea warms our bodies&lt;br /&gt;The love warms our souls&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship is  special&lt;br /&gt;Our stories we've told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you'll be dear&lt;br /&gt;For  now and always&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to share&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings and days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting is in my Etsy shop at:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/45269871/blue-teapot-original-acrylic-painting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158583183867591163-8149180911271287842?l=jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/feeds/8149180911271287842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/04/blue-teapot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/8149180911271287842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/8149180911271287842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/04/blue-teapot.html' title='Blue Teapot'/><author><name>Judith Jewer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256494670430175875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/SjF0afQpxbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9KRrhs7aerM/S220/Judy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S9hWzFB-KLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5zrT9SgnuJc/s72-c/blueteapot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158583183867591163.post-6764310789247931377</id><published>2010-04-20T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:24:55.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S843rRE6_FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7__Ev0aBn0A/s1600/il_430xN.132523126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S843rRE6_FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7__Ev0aBn0A/s320/il_430xN.132523126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462364614504938578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old willow stands on a corner of Petticoat Creek. I  have been watching this tree for many years and am always struck at it's  majesty and an incredible sense of dignity. It is so very beautiful and  serene, and standing there on the bank of the creek in the early spring  sunshine, painting this painting outside plein air  was quite a special  time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that this time of the year - late March and  early April, when the trees are still bare but the buds are growing and  the land is pregnant with spring...  is like a pause, a quiet breath, a  sigh of sheer delight at the return of the sunshine and the warm  weather. You can almost hear the sap running and all the preparations  nature is making for the coming growing season - but there is no  hurry... In nature, there never seems to be any hurry. No need to rush  as we humans are apt to do. To be quiet, to be still and wait for the  glorious summer to unfold is enough - but the waiting does not negate  the incredible glory of this early spring time. Nature  celebrates every  moment with beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting outside is a high-point of my life  as an artist. The part that is so compelling to me is that the process  of painting becomes a communion with nature; very spiritual. Like a  prayer that is continually answered with natural abundance. It is bliss,  a feeling of being connected with all things. The more you paint, the  more you can see. What was once flat and gray becomes luminous and glows  with glorious colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the fullness of this sense of  connection with nature that I made this painting and wrote the poem  'Touch the Sky. In this poem, the tree itself tells a little bit of it's  life story. The wonderful thing about painting outside is that as you  slow down and become more attentive, you can almost hear the trees  whispering. I don't think it surprising at all that they would whisper  poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POETRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch the Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here rooted&lt;br /&gt;Where  my seed fell.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched the world&lt;br /&gt;With stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  sky, he called me&lt;br /&gt;To my height.&lt;br /&gt;Many the years&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the  light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun, he shines&lt;br /&gt;On this Spring's day.&lt;br /&gt;The birds,  they call.&lt;br /&gt;The squirrels, they play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creek, she calls me&lt;br /&gt;To  my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Reflections dance&lt;br /&gt;Into the deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I die&lt;br /&gt;I'll  touch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And sweep the clouds&lt;br /&gt;With my branches held high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAINTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  Touch the Sky&lt;br /&gt;Size: 30 inches Wide x 24 inches High x 2 inches Deep&lt;br /&gt;Medium:  Acrylics on Gallery Canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of this painting continues  on the sides of the canvas, it can be hung without a frame, or you may  frame it if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use Tri-Art Artist Quality acrylic paints  to create my paintings and my paintings are varnished with Golden  Polymer Varnish with UVLS(gloss.) Each painting is finished with a  professional hanging system along with a dust jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it here in my Etsy Shop:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/43365574/touch-the-sky---original-acrylic-paintin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158583183867591163-6764310789247931377?l=jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/feeds/6764310789247931377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/04/touch-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/6764310789247931377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/6764310789247931377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/04/touch-sky.html' title='Touch the Sky'/><author><name>Judith Jewer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256494670430175875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/SjF0afQpxbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9KRrhs7aerM/S220/Judy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S843rRE6_FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/7__Ev0aBn0A/s72-c/il_430xN.132523126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158583183867591163.post-708857265381711547</id><published>2010-02-08T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:06:49.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona-Lisa &amp; Harriot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S3DJgexGGBI/AAAAAAAAADs/PkYoxPUJH48/s1600-h/Mona-Lisa--Harriot-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S3DJgexGGBI/AAAAAAAAADs/PkYoxPUJH48/s320/Mona-Lisa--Harriot-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436066310088169490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERAL LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feral Love,&lt;br /&gt;Lost innocence,&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Life's fragile courage,&lt;br /&gt;Affirms 'We're here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister's love,&lt;br /&gt;Twined together,&lt;br /&gt;Adopted and accepted.&lt;br /&gt;A kind neighbor savior,&lt;br /&gt;Creates loving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORY: This feral cat family was found by a kind lady in the neighborhood who took them in and found them all homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTWORK:&lt;br /&gt;Title: Mona-Lisa &amp;amp; Harriot&lt;br /&gt;Medium: Charcoal on Paper&lt;br /&gt;Size: 14" x 17"  (Unframed)&lt;br /&gt;Price: $150 (Paypal Accepted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dT" id="undefined"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5158583183867591163-708857265381711547?l=jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/feeds/708857265381711547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/02/mona-lisa-harriot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/708857265381711547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5158583183867591163/posts/default/708857265381711547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjoure-artandpoetry-judithjewer.blogspot.com/2010/02/mona-lisa-harriot.html' title='Mona-Lisa &amp; Harriot'/><author><name>Judith Jewer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06256494670430175875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/SjF0afQpxbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9KRrhs7aerM/S220/Judy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qct-7lIWd-k/S3DJgexGGBI/AAAAAAAAADs/PkYoxPUJH48/s72-c/Mona-Lisa--Harriot-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
