The “Art” of Recycling

Something “new” I’m working on, out of foam stencils, coated in several decades of cracked spray paint and reclaimed wood from my neighbor’s old deck. Still just playing around, but I have big dreams of a rather large, custom art piece with hand painted details to hang over my couch. There’s something very calming about not only the process of making art, but also imagining ways to breathe new life into old objects, formerly destined for the dumpster.

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Dreaming of Spring

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Counting down the days til spring as I work out the larger details of this farmers market drawing, using my smaller sketch as a guide…if I close my eyes, I can almost feel the warmth of the sun on my bare toes as I walk among the stalls, choosing fresh produce, baked items & flowers to bring home…

Fresh Art

Watercolor fruit and vegetable farmers market sign paintings by Shalom Schultz Designs. Vintage style typography design. Watermelon, peaches, tomatoes. Country cottage style art.

Look what I just found in storage! I painted these for my very first craft show back in 2005…10 years later I’m not so sure about my decision to mount them on wooden planks with twine for hanging (probably why they didn’t sell). But now I’m really glad I still have them because I still love the ‘laid back’ artistic style (which I’m trying to get back to) and now that I have better equipment I can scan them into my computer and sell them as prints. I might just have to re-frame the originals and put them up in my kitchen.

So Much Sunshine

Seashells in a mason jar next to a chalkboard sign that says Endless Summer with flowers and butterflies. Country cottage style beach decor. By Shalom Schultz Designs.

I have a feeling I’m going to be looking at this picture a lot this winter – trying to conjure up the exact feeling I have right now as I lounge back in a tank top, leggings & bare feet, sipping iced coffee under the gentle breeze of my ceiling fan and looking forward to hours upon hours of glorious sunshine until it finally grows dark and it’s time to enjoy a glass of wine outside by the fire pit with my husband.

I hadn’t really done any ‘summer’ decorating yet and had grown tired of all the pink I’d put out for spring. So last week I dug through my floral bin and found these long forgotten shells and sand, collected from a beach in Pensacola, FL where I went to college. A few minutes, a quick scribble and a good ol’ mason jar later, I had the perfect way to brighten up my entry way without being too ‘beachy’ (since, much as I’d wish it to be otherwise, I don’t live anywhere near the ocean).

Now every time I walk down the hall I’m reminded to slow down and be in the moment. Summer won’t last forever, but I can have fun pretending it will.