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Dolphins in the Sea, a Fred Neil cover

ekwetzel home pictures artwork

When I was eight years old, my brother, Ed, taught me my first song on guitar. I used a cheap little instrument that was missing the high E string. I sat in front of him, stretching my fingers, mimicking his every move. The song was Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd. I’d play the background melody, and he would play the bridge, and then our guitars would come together on the chords for each verse.


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New artwork: fruit & veggies for the kitchen

My friend, Cedar, posted this adorable picture of her daughter wearing a hat & cowl that Cedar just made her. I swooned.

Then I asked her if she’d be interested in a trade: knittery for artwork. Much to my glee, she accepted! We’ll give Phoebe a set like this for christmas, in red & grey, knit by Cedar. I’m THRILLED.

Check out Cedar’s blog here: www.thevintagewife.com … It’s awesome.

For Cedar’s painting I did a watercolor om 11 x 15 inch 140 lb cold press watercolor paper. The painting is for her kitchen, and features a yummy rainbow of veggies and fruit, several of which are heirloom varieties: beet, sungold tomatoes, lemon, avocado, blue potato, and purple carrot.

Without further ado:

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New Artwork: In the Foothills of the Headlands, silhouette painting with Beatles Yellow Submarine inspiration

I loved the Beatles movie The Yellow Submarine from the moment I saw it. The pop art in that movie has had a huge influence on my own artwork ever since high school. My favorite Beatles album is Revolver, and I also love St. Peppers and Magical Mystery Tour. If I was a Beatles song, I’d probably be Blackbird.


Here is my latest painting. I’ve had it rolling around in my brain for quite awhile. I’m happy with how it turned out, and I am anxious to do more paintings like it. I haven’t settled on a title for it yet, so for now I’ll dub it: “In the Foothills of the Headlands.”

If you are interested in commissioning a painting like this, the cost would likely be $300-$500…there is a LOT of design and detailing that go into this work! I’d be willing to do a single sihouette in this style with a white (ie unpainted) background for $100. Contact me if you’re interested in any commisions. Goldenavalon (at) gmail (dot) com.

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Do you want me to paint your picture?

Hi there!

I recently opened up my etsy shop and added a dozen paintings. You can check out my listings here.

In addition, I am doing watercolor portrait commissions, but I currently have nothing on my docket. If you are interested in having me paint a portrait from one of your photographs, please email me at goldenavalon (at) gmail (dot) com.

Some examples of my recent work:

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Do Not Despair

Joy is a complicated thing.

Matt walks in the door after a long day. I tell him how I have felt sick all day, how Phoebe fought her nap for two hours, how all of the dishes are dirty, how it’s beans and rice for dinner because I was too exhausted to prepare anything more elaborate. With compassion, he hugs me and says, “I’m sorry it’s been a bad day.” And it hits me: it HASN’T been a bad day. A difficult day? Yes. But a good one; a fulfilling one; a purposeful one. A day filled with love and blessings.

Weeping Sunshine

How are we to be JOYFUL when we are called to pass through DIFFICULT TIMES? I’m not even talking about the bombing in Boston or the shooting in Newtown, although those tragedies apply. I’m talking about your everyday life, your everyday grief, the griefs you carry with you that you cannot seem to shake. I have these types of griefs, and I believe we all do: money troubles, aches and pains, illness, injury, people we have lost, relationships that have withered, divorce, death, miscarriage, the yawning pain of absence.

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Being Joyful is less about being happy, per se, and more about Being OK whether or not I’m happy. Knowing that my world will not fall apart in the face of despair, this is what gives me hope and strength and tenacity. I do not speak these words as someone who has never felt pain. This I have seen time and again: wherever there is disaster and death and chaos, life and love and hope spring back in it wake. Love is victorious. Good is victorious. The flowers pop up each spring. Babies are born. Wounds heal. Rainbows paint the sky.

Loving someone means you open your heart and make yourself vulnerable. Even the most loving relationship has its hurts. But that’s ok. Because loving someone was never supposed to be about symbiosis, but about paying it forward. Love is not about keeping track of how even a relationship is. Love is about being poured out, being ok with the mystery of emptiness, and being amazed when God fills you up again.

This, I believe, is the mystery of Faith. This is the act of surrendering my idols and worshipping God. I don’t need to be healthy. I don’t need to know where my food or clothing or shelter will come from. I don’t need to be with my child. I don’t need rest. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” I don’t wallow in my sufferings, because suffering tenderizes me: it opens me up to feel the suffering of others and teaches me how to love compassionately.

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My hope for you is not that you will never suffer, but that you will suffer well.

My hope for you is not that you will never feel pain, but that when pain finds you, you will allow yourself to feel it, and then let it pass; and when the echoes of that pain find you: let them fill you, take a breath, and then empty yourself all over again.

My hope for you is that, when you find joy, you dance and hug and sing and laugh. Pour yourself out, over and over, like a jar of clay. For we feel like sinew and bone, but we are dust-to-dust in the blink of an eye. And recognizing the slice of eternity we are called to steward within our hearts might just be the key to turning our Grief into Joy.

I leave you with this poem by Mary Oliver…

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

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I’ve been painting

I’ve been painting. I hope to start selling paintings, soon.

PS: Respect the artist and DON’T STEAL MY IMAGES! ^_^ Thanks! If you want to use one of these images for something, contact me first.


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((new art)) Portait of a Nursing Mother

I finished a new commission for my friend, Cristy. Here are pictures of the artwork, a portrait of her and her daughter, Ziggy, as they are nursing. I find the breastfeeding relationship between a mother and her baby to be a strong and sweet bond, and it’s a pity something so instinctual has become charged with so much social drama. Breastfeeding is beautiful. And disarming. And strengthening. And I love it.
Medium: charcoal. To follow my art process and current projects, check out my tumblr feed: ekwetzel.tumblr.com

^_^ Erin

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