Monday, December 30, 2013

A GREAT INTERVIEW!

Had the fantastic experience again of interviewing a very creative individual, Margo Davis, a hair designer and teacher who has the background in art and an extensive education as a hair stylist. Margo is one who is a gifted teacher, as well. It is always a delight to meet someone new and share a creative moment that inspired the article featured in the December, 2013 issue, FORT SCOTT THE MAGAZINE. 




FORT SCOTT THE MAGAZINE 


MARGO DAVIS   

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Ever wonder who does the art for novel covers-- I did!


   


 Jon Paul is  award winning fine artist whose work has appeared on many romance novels. Frankly, I was curious about who does the beautiful work portrayed on a favorite novel genre and was delighted to find Jon's work. You can look at his gallery of  gorgeous illustrations at his gallery web site:

http://artofjonpaul.com


VIDEO INTERVIEW   
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RM5TmuWhjk






Saturday, January 26, 2013

Décor de Provence: Carolyn Quartermaine

Décor de Provence: Carolyn Quartermaine: Carolyn Quartermain is a London-based designer and stylist! She designs beautiful fabrics made of silk and floaty chiffons in magical color...

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Friday, January 4, 2013

Well, for some unknown reason I cannot access my facebook account; however, I can send them my ID to return. Somehow, this floors me and it is true I use my maiden name which I have access to via divorce, but it is really disquieting to me to explain all of this and send proof to facebook, although I have it!!! Of course!!!!! Still, it is what it is these days. I'm a tad disheartened that it may be due to some report ( and I believe I know the motive and the person). I'm not going back to facebook just yet.  I will miss my friends acquired there through like and loving what they post. It just is daunting to deal with right now while entering a new MFA program in Art History. It is too too and, therefore, I shall blog here and when I have time to do whatever facebook does to restore my account I shall. Oddly enough my pins on pinterest are posted, there, as I post-- who knew?  So, there you have it. I'm "me" and I feel violated by having to prove it. *Groan* 


ARTWORK by "me", a.k.a., Cheryl Greenfield   Spring 2010, pastel

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

MUSIC BOX

A music box is inside my mind
melodious tune plays it's meter
sharps and flats, rests...Listen.
Musical organization here.
Time stamped irreversible as old letters with
postage stamps remain a moment; my father's
letters from France in WW ll bear such resemblance
in beautiful script with words in code like 'Nancy'
to indicate to his parents his present location.
My own melody in time remembers back to the age of two toddling in a yard going towards a door;
doorways are significant of time and turning points
as are keys... playing the piano on only black and white? Sharps and flats... yet the melody and the tune in intricate sounds and colorful variety of melodious mixtures of sound weaving
intrinsic and all the other instruments join in.
And there is this in our own music box within. All this
awareness of entering or leaving ...as the music box tune plays it's refrain... the lid opens and shuts like
unexpected knocking on doors; people come and go
some are family, some are friends, or people we do not
ever really know as in just the playing of different tunes
over the wave lengths of memories stored which are
ever reminding us of sense of place and belonging.
People become important to us; yet, often, we are
not important to them... some selfish longing there
or indifference to feelings of who we truly are
Who we are can change ... our personalities
we manifest-- it all depends. Our music box plays on.
Supplication for many who do not get the gist of us
prayer in longing and petition for scars and weaknesses
All, encompass thoughts which beat to the drum
of our heart both physical and figurative,,...beat, beat, beating in repeating varying sounds.
Who hears my plaintive cries or delights in exuberance
Who matters therein? Who really stands there?
What conductor of my soul is there?
What is the melody of an epiphany ? An enigma? A dream?
Who cares enough in the worst of crescendo crisis?
Who soothes our weary soul's at end of day dance?
Smiling lover with whom we are entranced in tune?
Smiling children playing and dancing their childish gig?
All from our internal strands . People are in our music.
The cacophony of places, events, blaring significant
Dancing with the melody of time and space in the 

solace of the mind...
Dancing with tear stained face, dancing for joy
Dancing with bright eyed child-like glee...
wonder and exuberant voice sounding
Dancing through the dark spaces and rainbow places.
Finding the voice whispering of love and rapture
Finding another's melody to capture intensity ...
in that longed for soul mate if such exists?
Who harmonizes with our unique melody...my tune laments?
Would they orchestrate or conduct the melody playing within flashes of kinetic energy in Sforzando?
A conductor of new lyrics or melodies at variance
but blending with our own tempo lulling ever more softly
sense of decrescendo softly pulling at our heart strings
chords and then there are at times choirs singing
unknown energy and there are the rhapsodies like
those letters from long ago... Lyrics written to musical notes,
melodies played on the instrument of our being
and to the tune that is unheard but that which plays;
moreover, the quality of the score and panorama mind's
eye that responds to sounds of that enters in
a plaintive siren calling melody ... or the vigorous moving orchestra unleashing strings, percussion, and the bird like sound of the flutes and horns in sequence?
an ever unfolding sense of eubstance which
holding us captive to our own unique song
we undeniably listen to as the band plays on
or the orchestra ripples through air
So yielding we listen there
our throes of emotions emulating with melodious
melodies enhancing moments with drum like
heart beats pulsating tones as poetry
in rhyme and meter, the vocabulary,
captivating our mind and heart to crescendo.
Dance to the various rhythms
Dance to the integral force actuating our minds.
Listen to our inward yearnings, wistful voices, memories
chords whispering ... played aloud tempo increasing
Dancing emotively, happily outwardly to the eternal tune within!
--Cheryl Greenfield, July 10, 2012 ( just working on various themes here to organize later... a poem in progression only)




Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Beginning of the Book

         The first novel begins and it is a historical one during the Regency Era as that is a favorite time period researched by me , of course, due to my love for Jane Austin in particular. The heroine is unique and she meets her hero in an unexpected encounter. The scene is set and it will be added to as I do additional research on various aspects of Regency society and manners of the day along with actual persons to lend authenticity to this romantic tale with a couple who have certain temperaments and strong-willed natures. I look forward to sharing more as the novel develops. Meanwhile, I'm researching more history and looking for image types to construct the main characters and protagonists along with the particular settings where the scenes unfold.

Photo: Brighton Royal Pavilion: 
    The primary  " focus  is on the pre-Victorian period from 1811, when the formal Regency began, through 1837 when Queen Victoria succeeded William IV. If, however, Regency era is being contrasted with the Eighteenth century, then the period includes the later French Revolutionary Wars and the Napoleonic Wars.
The era was a time of excess for the aristocracy: for example, it was during this time that the Prince Regent built the Brighton Pavilion. However, it was also an era of uncertainty caused by several factors including the Napoleonic wars, periodic riots, and the concern (threat to some, hope to others) that the British people might imitate the upheavals of theFrench Revolution."
Source: British Regency - Wikipedia