Monday, May 23, 2011

 

Lloyd Irving Bradbury at Riverside Art Show Last Sunday...IL

It was a pleasure meeting you this past weekend...thank you for your interest in my work.

I promised I'd send you my info since I didn't have my cards with me.
I hope you'll visit my website (link shown below) or maybe visit my studio in Westmont, IL one day.
I've added you to my e-mail contacts...so, I'll be certain to send you details on my up-coming art fairs.
I look forward to crossing paths with you again very soon.



My very best regards,

Tammy L Deck ~ ArtWear
TLD Design Center & Gallery
26 E Quincy St.
Westmont, IL 60559

ph: 630.963.9573

www.tlddesigns.com

Regular Hours:
Wednesday through Saturday
11 am to 6pm

To view classes coming up this week:
http://www.tlddesigns.com/this.week.in.classes.htm

 

Lloyd I. Bradbury ...Flowers rising



Comments:
Hi Lloyd! I am delighted that you are blogging & painting again. I admire this flower painting. The colors are so harmonious. Is it done w/ acrylics? What is the canvas size? Are you selling it? Pls. e-mail me your price. Have a nice week-end.

 

Lloyd Irving Bradbury Natural


Man's folly hath enhanced the value of gold and silver because of their scarcity; whereas nature, like a kind parent, hath freely given us the best things, such as air, earth, and water, but hath hidden from us those which are vain and useless.

Friday, May 20, 2011

 
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

-- William ShakespeareCategories: William Shakespeare

 

Poems and painting by Lloyd Irving Bradbury


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

 

stranger stands on a cliff,

He sounds a trumpet horn.
The music from this song.
Awakes the day's dawn.

Soon appears golden light
Which chases dark night
Another fine day to fight.

Creatures now come awake
For there lives action to take.
There worlds life they to make

The wind begins its new flight
Across sky, in flying birds sight
To travel and gust with its might
While tall trees hum breezes tune



Rocks warm with rising sun.
Heat to the suns endless fun
Later, it s hot as days done.

All to be repeated another day.
Where flo9wers and rain play
If super being wants it that

Thursday, May 12, 2011

 

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

 

Do as little harm to others as you can; make any sacrifice for your true friends; be responsible for yourself and ask nothing of others; and grab all the fun you can. Don't give much thought to yesterday, don't worry about tomorrow, live in the moment, and trust that your existence has meaning even when the world seems to be all blind chance and chaos. When life lands a hammer blow in your face, do your best to respond to the hammer as if it had been a cream pie

Sunday, May 08, 2011

 
Hi Lloyd,
Here are links to my art blogs:

Forever Art:
http://forever-art.blogspot.com/

PAINT PRAY TRAVEL
http://paintpraytravel.blogspot.com/

Evelyne

 
http://http://paintpraytravel.blogspot.com/

Saturday, May 07, 2011

 

Remember HER


Old or New, we all have one . So this is a day to remember. Please remember the aged who need you to visit that no longer have a living Mother. An act of kindness ...LLOYD
Ebb Tide has a new blog . OIt combines Art and Travel. A well done and interesting blog. THe following is an opening artical see the rest...PAINT PRAY TRAVEL
TO PAINT...TO PRA

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http://paintpraytravel.blogspot.com/

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http://paintpraytravel.blogspot.com/2011/04/memories-of-our-mother.html
virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.”-Proverbs 31:10
Every year there is one special day put aside for mothers. What else could it be called but “Mother’s Day.” On this day we remember our mother who mattered to us and have also affected us in some profound, meaningful & permanent way. A mother is one person in our lives who has done more for us than anyone else.

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

 

Ebb Tide Said...

Ebb Tide has left a new comment on your post "a note to Self":

Hi Lloyd,
Thanks for posting this thought.
I am back doing oil painting and
as always Vincent Van Gogh continues to inspire me. I am working on a colorful scene that I saw when I was in Bangkok, Thailand-the floating market. I am using lots of complementary colors like Vincent. We'll see how it will come out.

Sunday, May 01, 2011

 

a note to Self

PARTING THOUGHT: I have read many books written on the life of Vincent Van Gogh. His life was very sad indeed. His happy masterpieces and vibrant colors were a sharp contrast to his unhappy life. He imagined a happy life but he was too frustrated with waves of problems and ended his life. On the lighter side, his artistic life is not in vain. Every time, I look at his paintings, I feel happy and inspired. Artists should continue to create art, no matter how difficult one's circumstances are. God gave us this creative gifts to inspire and make others happy. To those who are gifted with other creative talents, you can also be an inspiration in different ways.
Posted by Ebb Tide at 4:22 PM 23 comments Links to this post Labels: Painting, Photos

 

Jesus of Nazareth, without money and arms, conquered more millions than Alexander the Great, Caesar, Mohammed, and Napoleon; without science and learning, he shed more light on things human and divine than all philosophers and scholars combined; without the eloquence of school, he spoke such words of life as were never spoken before or since, and produced effects which lie beyond the reach of orator or poet; without writing a single line, he set more pens in motion, and furnished themes for more sermons, orations, discussions, learned volumes, works of art, and songs of praise than the whole army of great men of ancient and modern times.
-- Philip Schaff

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