Thursday, September 21, 2017

At the end of the day...


It seems like everyday a new disaster is going on in our world!  It is truly overwhelming, and your heart goes out to everyone who has been affected in someway or another.


World Vision is an expert on disaster relief all around the world and here in the states. Many of the places where disaster strikes,  staff is already on the ground and positioned to distribute help. 

What I really love also is that in some cases World Vision will equip some of the local churches in the areas where the disaster hits.  That way the church has a way to reach out to their own communities with clean water, food, temporary shelter, child friendly spaces, first aid kits, emergency supplies and  hygiene kits with soap, shampoo and diapers.  

While every disaster is different, World Vision uses their experience and expertise to assess every single disaster individually to find out what the immediate needs are and to assess what the long term solutions are for recovery. 

World Vision is first in and the last out in a disaster.



If you would like to help,
 donate to...
https://donate.worldvision.org/give/disaster-relief?attribute_pa_uom=one-time&attribute_pa_array-order=1 
or sponsor a child in Mexico, Haiti or the Dominican Republic.

A gentle heart ♡ is tied with an easy thread.
~George Herbert
Serve the Lord and each other with gentleness and strength.
                                                                                                  World Vision photo/2017/Artwork by Gonzo247

Though the mountains be shaken & the hills be removed,yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,  says the Lord, who has compassion on you.

“Afflicted city, lashed by storms and not comforted,

    I will rebuild you with stones of turquoise,
    your foundations with lapis lazuli.

I will make your battlements of rubies,

    your gates of sparkling jewels,
    and all your walls of precious stones.
 Isaiah 54:10

Monday, September 18, 2017

A little sketch book

Whatever your passion may be, you have been called to work at it with all your heart. If you’re an athlete, train in such a way that brings glory to God. 

If you’re a scholar or a scientist, commit yourself to the discipline of God’s creation. 


Artists should dance, paint, write, and sing without fear of whomever is watching. And if your gift is silent service, know that God sees you and is proud.

~Ryan Duncan/crosswalk  



Where vision meets passion, is where your true calling is.


I bought a little sketch book (for on the go) to sketch some new ideas for new artwork to do.  I also sent my sponsor kids a few sketchbooks/notebooks and pencils but I never thought of using one myself.  We'll see how that goes and what I will come up with! :)





http://www.bannerandsail.com/2017/09/available-artwork-page.html


If you're interested in any of the art pieces you see here or you would like to sponsor a child with World Vision, send me an inquiry and I would love to talk with you! 




Oil painting, 20'' by 15"


A new painting that will be put up for sale in a few weeks.   
Thirty percent will go to help hungry and displaced children with World Vision. 


These are a few kids that are in need of sponsors!  Most of them raised by a single mother who struggles with the very basics of life.  Ages 12,2,9,8,5,13 from different areas of the world. 
“Plant seeds of kindness and watch your blessings flow abundantly” 
~Charmaine J. Forde


"Inspiration comes from everywhere. From life, observing people, etc. From movies and books you love. From research."

 - Holly Black

What inspires you?







Have a nice day! 🖉

The mind of man plans his way, But the Lord directs his steps.
Proverbs 16:9


Monday, September 11, 2017

With honor 🕯

“A great people has been moved to defend a great nation. Terrorist attacks can shake the foundations of our biggest buildings, but they cannot touch the foundation of America. These acts shattered steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve. America was targeted for attack because we’re the brightest beacon for freedom and opportunity in the world. And no one will keep that light from shining.”
— President George W. Bush


All Americans know at least one person that has been affected by the hurricanes that have hit the US in the last few weeks.  We have all watched friends and loved ones "mark that they are safe" this morning from hurricane Irma on social media.  We have watched helpers and heroes flood into Texas with Hurricane Harvey.  Watching neighbors helping neighbors doing what I think Americans do best;  putting aside their differences and give of themselves by putting others needs in front of their own, even when they themselves can be losing everything.
This morning this beautifully written article came up that put tears in my eyes!  I didn't even realize that it was 9/11 today.  I just expected to see the aftermath of another massive storm that hit America.  Please read this and mark it on your heart as history, about another day that Americans pulled together and heroes rushed in.


Photo by Kari Shull Costanza
🕯
In Praise of First Responders
by Kari Shull Costanza

I searched for his name at the 9/11 Memorial in New York City—Uhuru Houston.
Uhuru was killed when the towers fell, rushing in as an officer with the NYPD. He and his colleagues saved 25,000 people from death, losing their lives in the process.
Uhuru was a First Responder.
I had met Uhuru’s sister, Anane, after the towers came down on that awful day.
Anane was an image of grief, sobbing in a pew at a church near the World Trade Center, unable to compose herself. Her eyes were wide and her fingers seemed to claw at the sky, as if trying to bring her brother back.
I hadn’t been to the World Trade Center site since September 2001. In that time, a beautiful memorial has been erected. Much of it is underground, buried beneath concrete—a living tomb.
It would be a challenge to go through the exhibit—to relive the fear and bewilderment I felt in 2001, covering stories of a vibrant city brought to its knees.
Each day we would walk or ride the subway to meet people being assisted by funds from caring donors—people who worked near the towers selling flowers, shining shoes, washing cars—people without a safety net.
Each day I would gaze upon the posters of those missing, hoping they might be found, knowing there was little chance.
Each day I would breathe in loss, and every night I would arrive back at the hotel, my shoes, face, and clothing covered in the fine powder that remained of floor after of floor of vaporized office machines and those who made them spring into life every day.
Each day was a little more draining than the day before.
On September 1 of this year, I had the opportunity to go back.
I grew anxious as we walked with hundreds of others down a white marble hallway in quiet procession: the blue sky feelings of a summer day replaced by emotions dark and empty.
Along the way loomed the remnants of giant structures that used to stand straight and tall, now twisted into shapes no artist would ever want to craft.
I wanted to find Uhuru.
In a somber hall, there he was, his picture placed alongside nearly 3,000 people who died that day. I looked up at that picture, trying to imagine the courage it took to run into that burning tower.
Uhuru Houston. Husband, father of two, and brother to Anane.
A First Responder.
At the same time, in another place, also named Houston, First Responders were rushing in to help: this catastrophe, not man- but nature-made, as a hurricane turned a city where I once lived into a sea.
This time I knew the First Responders who were rushing in—my photographer friend Laura, whose husband procured a pair of rubber pants for her to wear while wading into toxic waters to capture images.
My friends Alan and Kelly, who worked through churches to connect people in need with the things they needed.
Amy, who gave up a treasured trip to Cambodia to remain in Houston, to serve her neighbors and city.
Ron, who stayed with his mother until her house flooded, escorting her through waist-deep waters to safety.
Cheri, who worked 24/7 at the Houston Emergency Center.
And Michelle, my producer friend who had to flee for higher ground when her television station flooded, working until exhaustion sent her to the ER.
They are First Responders.
This time Facebook posts and Twitter messages replaced the posters that New Yorkers had used to cry for help. But the emotions are the same.
Houston may feel today some of what New Yorkers felt 16 years ago—fear, confusion, anxiety, and anger. Those who lost their homes and keepsakes may be waking up each day, wondering if it was all a dream.
For those who were spared, there may be relief tinged with the guilt that comes from being a survivor.
As in New York, every life will be touched. No one will be left unscathed. No one will forget.
Every September will usher in a time of remembrance. Bells will ring in New York and the rebuilding will continue in Houston.
Florida, battered by Irma, faces a similar scenario. Tonight, friends like Julie hunker down, trying to protect property and pets while her reporter husband Dave covers the storm.
Morning will bring mourning.
It all makes me wonder. How can such tragedy be incorporated into time?
The answer lies with Uhuru Houston.
Several years after 9/11, I was in Nairobi, Kenya, driving through the heart of town. We passed by Uhuru Plaza. “Uhuru,” I asked, “What does that mean?”
“Freedom,” said my World Vision colleague. “Uhuru means freedom.”
We serve a God who gives us incredible freedom—freedom to love and freedom to serve one another.
Freedom to respond first.
It is through reaching out, through responding, that we can incorporate tragedy into time—turning anger into action. Grief into good. Sorrow into support.
It will never be easy. This world leaves holes in our hearts and while love helps to fill them, they will never be completely sealed, nor should they be.
As we walked back outside into the bright sunlight, I found Uhuru’s name inscribed on one of the beautiful ponds that look up at the new World Trade Center building.
I ran my fingers over his name. Uhuru. Freedom.
Freedom to care.
Freedom to love.
Freedom to respond.
First Responders—I wish you Uhuru.
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If you would like to help,
please donate to World Vision's disaster relief!   

World Vision rushed in for 
Hurricane Harvey                                 
                                                                                                          World Vision photo by Laura Reinhardt
World Vision photo by Laura Reinhardt

To all our first responders

*Firefighters
*Police officers 
*Chaplins
*Photojournalists
*Reporters
*Everyday heroes
*With honor.
*Thank you!
 


And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.
Heb 13:16

In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.
Matt 5:16

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

🌴 Available artwork page🌴




Welcome to my shop! 

You may be not be able to travel to a tropical island at the moment and browse in the little shops and art galleries lining the beach. 

Let me take you there!  Sun kissed days or warm breezy nights of walking up and down a lighted boardwalk, lined with lovely shops, swaying palms, tropical flowers and sweetly scented air. This is what you will find in my shop, 

WELCOME 
🟔 ðŸŒ´ ðŸŸ”
30 percent of all sales will go to help with displaced children (hunger, clean water or child trafficking) with the charity World Vision 

Sales only for the USA, Canada and Australia at this moment, please do not purchase any art without contacting me for availability and shipping info.


 Free shipping 



       Miniature oil paintings
                        5"x4" canvas not framed        
                                   $35 each                    

                     "Ideal cottage" above
            "Yellow birdlower left
           "Blue bird of happinesslower right
                                           
                                                                         
      
             Larger original paintings 
                       9" by 12" canvas not framed           

  

"The violinist" 

9" by 12" canvas not framed


$125




"Valley of Hope"

9" by 12"

$75
1."The violinist 
"9" by 12" oil on canvas $125 
available 
  2. "Valley of hope 
"9" by 12" oil on canvas $75
 available 
3."Ideal cottage"
 5"x 4" oil on canvas  $35 
available 
4. "Little Leaders"
  9" by 12" oil on canvas $75 
 available
5. "Little Match girl
Folk art embroidery  N/A
Sold 
6. "Clarity"  
12" by 7" framed embroidery $40
  available
7. "Writing in the sand"
 hoop embroidery  $35
  available
8"Unity
Large framed embroidery  $75
  available
9. Flower bouquet pendant
with chain  $20
  available
10. Yellow or blue bird oil paintings 
5" by 4" on canvas $35 each  
available
11. "Sweet fellowship
Small framed embroidery on linen 7' by 5" $40 
  available

Contact me for any questions and 
will get back to you as soon as I am able.
http://www.bannerandsail.com/p/contact.html
https://twitter.com/Bannerandsail
bannerandsail@yahoo.com 
Thank you,
Stephanie 

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

A time to rest




"To think you can love God without being changed by Him, is to think you can jump into the ocean and not get wet. To really love Him, you must understand that your life is going to be wrecked by Him, and built again into something beautiful, something lasting." 
~T.B. LaBerge




My heart is at rest today after a busy and hectic week with loads of company, cooking, birthdays, helping a relative get to two medical appointments with a wheelchair and one event.  I literally have total quiet right now and have time to make a quick post before finishing an art piece I was working on.  Contemplating everything that happened this week, my heart is the most heavy with the fact that it's 2017 and torch-carrying white supremacists are leading the news.  

With torches!

Anyone who claims to be in the light but hates a brother or sister is still in the darkness...the darkness has blinded them. 1 John 2:9,11.

Am I the only one who sees what wrong with this picture?  There is no way we should allow racism "especially like we had in the 1950s" in this country again!  There will always be hateful people but we should always speak
 up and renounce it,  and make sure it is not accepted it as the norm. 

  
Whoever does not love
does not know God,
because God is love.
John 4:8
                                                                                                  World Vision Magazine  1985


A simple sketch https://www.instagram.com/p/BXbJ-qPj8YQ/?taken-by=bannerandsail



Art has always been a way to express myself in those rare quiet times.  We only have a two bedroom place which means this room serves as a guess room/art studio, so some of my artwork needs to be grandchild friendly.
 I am loving this distressed fifteen dollar folding table that I got at a neighborhood sale in our area. 

It is the only thing that I have so far for art alone.

We get a steady steam of visitors here, so I need to pack up projects every single time. 

 
New painting "Cottage" (art studio)? Wouldn't that be nice!:) 
Rest... as I write this I received a call on the phone booking more appointments. 
Have a lovely day!

Wild sunflowers

A friend may be waiting 
behind a stranger's face.
~Maya Angelou



  





A friend loves at all times, 
and a brother
is born for a time
of adversity.
Prov 17:17🌺

Monday, July 24, 2017

A synopsis "A People Project"

It's funny how, in this journey of life, even though we may begin at different times and places, our paths cross with others so that we may share our love, compassion, observations and hope.  This is a design of God that I appreciate and cherish. 
~Steve Maraboli

video


 "A People Project"  a series of three paintings from photos that I love of people in quite different settings.

I took a little time off this summer to deal with a few medical issues with a few of my family members.  It has been a crazy year!  I still made a little time to be creative, painting and also planting a garden.  I am finished with all my orders and attempting to move forward with the many changes for me.   I decided to paint something challenging, some meaningful illustrations of life, beauty and joy.  Happy moments that we all experience and are grateful to experience them and experience through others too. 

 So I began my search for interesting people.

    "The life that I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt."
~ Frederick Buechner

I am afraid to admit that sometimes I will observe my surroundings from the outside in, almost like watching a play with the characters unfolding before me.  Many times it can be a very surreal experience, especially if God is trying to show me something that I might need to know. 

A really good example of this is when recently a car accident happening right where I was walking.

 My account ,June 8.. 
"Today a car accident happened next to where I walk.  I heard the loud crash and and two families where devastated.  A handful of mamas ( me included) ran to assist in anyway we could. Like a well oiled machine, we stopped a woman with a concussion from wandering off, stopped and directed traffic from both sides, called paramedics and we consoled the ones that were involved.  Level headed women coming together to do a little part in some strangers lives. {Teamwork}."

Still helping but observing, how did everyone know their place and run so smoothly?  I guess I am a bit too nerdy in my over analyzing all the time, but sometimes I notice all the beauty too.


This brings me to my first painting,
🖌 "Beauty" 
  
I have been a volunteer for World Vision for 12+ years now doing music concerts and events, and I have been a child Ambassador for about 4 years (I need to go look that up to see for sure).  I am amazed at some of the photography!  The incredible joy and beauty of the people and the rich cultures displayed, almost literally pulled out on these wonderful photographs. 

For this painting I asked a world-renowned photographer from World Vision (Laura Reinhardt) if I could paint this photo. I really loved this photo from Rwanda. A beautiful, almost whimsical moment between a mother and child carrying water in a lush (almost tropical) setting.  What a gift to capture such joy and beauty even in the hardship of carrying water for miles. 



Of course the painting
was no match for the beautiful photograph,
she was so gracious for allowing me to try. :)


"The sacred moments, the moments of miracle, are often the everyday moments, the moments which, if we do not look with more than our eyes or listen with more than our ears reveal only...a gardener, a stranger coming down the road behind us, a meal like any other meal. But if we look with our hearts, if we listen with all our being and imagination... what we may see is Jesus himself."

- Frederick Buechner

                                                                          Photo credit; Laura Reinhardt (Rwanda)World Vision





                                                                   ðŸ’®ðŸŽ¨ðŸ’®

My second painting is a tribute
 to my love of music. 
🖌"The Violinist" 


I don't play myself but I do admire people that can
 play musical instruments! 

"The Violinist" 

 This painting is a violinist that I saw at a show that I did a while back. This place was an upscale senior art fair and the ladies were going gaga over this guy!  They were leaning over the balcony and giggling like school girls. I thought it was  really funny until it struck me,  right in the middle of sharing sponsorship with a lady. 

He started to play the theme song from Schindler's list
 and I started to cry.  
He got me too!  
This has absolutely never happened before!
 He just played so beautifully and with such passion
 it made a good (but funny) memory.
                                                             ðŸŽœ♬🎻♫🎝


My third painting is of my own grandchild
walking down a path with his cousin.
🖌"Little Leaders"







This is a painting of my grandson
 with his trusty stick, 
in an endearing photo
 with his cousin. 

He is always an interesting subject for me, even when he gets that smirk on his face and drenches me with the hose. 





Stories are the single most powerful weapon in a leader’s arsenal.
 ~Howard Gardner, Harvard University


Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale of all. 
~Hans Christian Andersen

   
🎕💟🎕

And the garden...

The garden that I planted has took over it's tiny space in my yard. Apparently we are going to have a pumpkin patch!

(I think)


https://www.instagram.com/p/BWsfExiA4hL/?taken-by=bannerandsail

Fact notes...
My final synopsis


Gardening is actually similar to art and to anything in life.  It takes a step of faith to plant, paint or do anything on a bare canvas, a sheet of blank paper or a plot of dirt.  Moving forward with faith allows growth.

Plants and people are also very similar in the fact that they do well with even just a little love and care.  Just a little investment in a human life can go a long way for growth.
  and as for faith...
 If you have the faith the size of a mustard seed, 
you can move mountains! 

Have a good day! :)

"If we are to love our neighbors, before doing anything else we must see our neighbors. With our imagination as well as our eyes, that is to say like artists, we must see not just their faces but the life behind and within their faces. Here it is love that is the frame we see them in."
~Frederick Buechner


Jesus replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.   

Matthew 17:20