Archive for December, 2013

Interview with artist Ketti Peeva

Featured Artwork: Time Tribute to Dali and Pink Floyd

Ketti Peeva is from Bulgaria where she has lived all her life. In 1989 she started to paint orthodox icons using the egg-tempera technique. She spent long hours studying the old techniques and canons for painting the classical Byzantine icons.

Her icons always have been an interpretation of the original wooden icon or murals, mostly from Bulgarian monasteries and churches. Her icons were shown in exhibitions in Vienna, Prague and Berlin.

Starting in 2006 she decided to create digital art. Her current passion is acrylic paintings: landscapes,flowers,seascape abstract art- any theme that she finds interesting and emotional.

Ketti, how did you get started in art?

Painting and creating artworks is my hobby and I have always created different things. I started with the Orthodox Icons in 1990 and after several successful exhibitions I continued with acrylic paintings. In 2010 I started creating digital artworks by using Photoshop.

Interesting. Can you tell me about your influences?

First of all, my paintings were influenced by the old Bulgarian and Greek Orthodox Icons Painters. I am a great fan of Bob Ross and I watched his art painting lessons with great fun . All my other artworks are my own ideas and I don’t think they are influenced by any other great artist or style.

Right, it’s the goal of many great artists to find their own style. Can you tell me more about your style and technique?

In painting the Orthodox Icons I am applying the ancient tradition of Egg Tempera technique painted on wood. My other paintings are done on canvas with acrylic paints. My digital artworks are done by using Photoshop.

What drives your art? What inspires you to keep doing it?

The inspiration just comes and I start. The good mood, the nice season, the Christmas Holidays or somebody’s birthday may inspire me to start.

Tell me about your process. When creating art, do you go more for the feel or technique?

Both. I use the specific technique for the specific artwork, but I am creating my artworks driven by my imagination, inner feeling and mood.

And what do you hope to achieve with your art?

I am painting or creating digital artworks because I like to do that. Art is my hobby and my way to express my inner world.

Thank you very much for the interview Ketti and I wish you well in your future endeavors.

To see more of Ketti Peeva’s awesome work click here: http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/ketti-peeva.html

-Roz Barron Abellera

A little something right in time for Christmas.

Waiting for the Sun

20X16 Acrylic on canvas

Waiting For The Sun by Roz Barron Abellera

Two lovers waiting for the sun. Depiction of a forever love.

I love intense shades of blue so I used it liberally in the painting. Also, it makes the orange sun pop out more which is what I was going for.

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/waiting-for-the-sun-roz-abellera.html

-Roz Barron Abellera

Here we are
Still together
We are one
So much time wasted
Playing games with love

So many tears I’ve cried
So much pain inside
But Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over
So many years we’ve tried
To keep our love alive
But Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over

How many times
Did we give up?
But we’ve always worked things out
But all my doubts and fears
Have kept me wondering, yeah
If I’d always, always be in love

So many tears I’ve cried
So much pain inside
But Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over
So many years we’ve tried
And kept our love alive
‘Cause Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over

So many tears I’ve cried
So much pain inside
Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over
So many years we’ve tried
And kept our love alive
‘Cause Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over

So many tears I’ve cried
So much pain inside
But Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over
So many years we’ve tried
To keep our love alive
‘Cause Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over

So many tears we’ve cried
So much pain inside
But Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over
So many years we’ve tried
To keep our love alive
‘Cause Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over

So many tears we’ve cried
So much pain inside
Baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over

Aeons

Aeons by Roz Barron Abellera. 20×16 Acrylic on canvas.

The word aeon originally means “life” or “being”, though it then tended to mean “age”, “forever” or “for eternity”. It also refers to life or lifespan.

Although the term aeon may be used in reference to a period of a billion years (especially in geology, cosmology or astronomy), its more common usage is for any long, indefinite, period.

This measurement of time is represented in this abstract painting by the criss crossing lines of yellow and white against a black background which represents space.

I did this painting to express the joy of life, being or “lifespan.”

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/aeons-roz-abellera.html

-Roz Barron Abellera

Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah…

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah…

Baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor (you know)
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah…

there was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah…

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah