Blue Ribbon
on the Museum Table for the 1999 Porcelain Painting Convention
Monona Terraace in Madison, Wisconsin
This is a Limoges decanter - I first did Malocyte on the back and side
of the decanter using
three greens and three firings to obtain what I wanted. I then
took some lb gold and ran
strans thru a different places in the background. The wolf was
all painted freehand with no
pattern drawn on. I prefer to start with a rake brush and start
making the hairs and wiping out as I go.
I then put in the eyes and make sure they are exactly the way I want
them before I do anything else.
I finish the face, then proceed to the rest of the animal. I
use layers of black hairs washing brown
and yellow brown, then more black hairs as I go. I fire all of this
at 016 and then back off to 017
and the final fire is 018. The rocks and background is done after
I am satisfied with my wolf.
The following poems have been
published by
The International Society of Poets
Editor's Choice Award on the following poem
Fall....is the Season
(Fall inspires me...my favorite time of the year of all time!)
The green on the trees turns amber from thirst
it comes on with a subtle slow but continuous burst
One day it is so hot that everyone just feels lazy
The next day it cools off and the scenery becomes hazy.
It’s time to get out the sweatshirts and jackets
Shop for gourds, mums and caramel apples at the markets
Candles with the scent of pine, cinnamon and spice
apple dumplings and pumpkin pies are always nice.
The smell of burnt leaves is in the air
children all dressed in their Halloween fare
Beautiful color is popping out all around
Everywhere we look there are jack-o-lanterns in town
This is my favorite time of the year
Watching the change of season appear
It is such a magical mystical transition
Gods palette is at work with such conviction!
What beautiful array of natural wonder
gives inspiration to paint for those who use color
Fall is the season to fill us with emotion
to reflect on the past and look ahead with devotion.
Author: Judi Pearl Pulaski
Copyright 2000 Judith Pulaski
The following poem was a
semi-finalist in the contest
with the International Society of
Poets
LIFE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
(written for my son Wade)
Life turned upside down one summer day.
“Love doesn't live here anymore” she would say.
My heart was broke, my spirit shattered
but life must go on as tho nothing mattered.
Along came a girl with hair full of curls.
She was sweet, spunky, beautiful and moved in a twirl!
All of a sudden the sun began to shine
The clouds went away and she became mine.
Her name is Heather but I call her Curly Sue
That’s because I love her and I know just what to do.
I will hug her and kiss her and take away her fear
and the day will come we will count some years.
Then it will be time to plan out our life
and that will be the time to make her my wife.
Author, Judi Pearl Pulaski August 1999
Sleepless Nights to tomorrow
My eyes popped open - sat up in bed.
Looked at the clock to read what it said.
Early night of day is what I see.
Can't sleep again....so typical of me.
I refuse to waste my life by lying there.
Must write a poem or create a painting I can
share.
Clean the house, read a book or meditate.
Just keep busy and don't procrastinate.
Life is meant for living, enjoying and giving.
Can't give in to waste, want or sniveling.
Put an effort in every move I make.
There will be passion and determination in each
step I take.
Seems most days are busy and nights are so
long.
Must always take time to sing a happy song.
Takes my mind off all the pain and sorrow.
Helps me get from sleepless nights to tomorrow!
Author: Judi Pearl Pulaski
Yet....another day is dawning!
Eyes look to heaven for
inspiration
and peace
Time is a blessing to be embraced
while we sleep.
Either busy or sleeping ...time
ticks away.
Don’t waste a minute of what is
left in a day!
Time can be your enemy
or
your friend.
Time is all we have left as life
comes to an end.
We have walked our miles and
driven
the road.
Worked for our supper and carried
the load.
Time takes a tole on a
tired
sick soul.
It wears a body down when it
feels
less than whole.
The pages of a calendar get
ripped
off each day,
We do what we can ....then take
time to pray.
Thank God for this gift we
wake
up to each morning.
Time is still ticking and a great
day is dawning.
Yet another day to fill with our
talents and abilities.
Enjoy this time with gratitude
and humility.
Author: Judi Pearl Pulaski 10-14-00
Yesterday’s Tomorrow
When I awoke, today was
yesterday’s
tomorrow.
My heart was broken I felt such
sorrow..
You left me alone with my
feelings so blue
I felt so consumed by my love for
you.
Each day is the beginning of
another
chapter
of a life full of time spent
aware
of the hereafter.
Keeping busy to fulfill all
of my obligations.
helps to keep away lifes little
frustrations.
The hours fly by till the day
has
gone.
My mind is still working but I
stretch with a yawn.
It is time to sleep and let my
body recharge.
Pushing the limit has been way
too hard!
Today is a gift of
yesterday.
It must be lived and loved
throughout
the day.
Our sorrow and sadness is always
short lived.
Look forward to tomorrow as a
gift
God gives.
Author: Judi Pearl
Pulaski
October 24, 2,000
Passion & Love
Have you ever had a love that
hurts?
You fear you'll fail to make it
work.
No matter what you try to do,
you worry his love for you isn't
true...
His face....his voice is
always
there
wherever you look it is
everywhere.
You know your love is so deep
with
passion -
your breath is shallow, while
your
color is ashen.
A fear washes over when you
think
of a night
lived without the man who put
light
back in your life.
Each day life is better lived
with
us
accepting each moment given with
love.
The time when it is just the
two
of us
we hole each other, speak of love
and trust.
The fear will fade and comfort
set in.
This is the place where and
love begin.
Author: Judi Pearl
Pulaski
Copyright 2000 Judith Pulaski
A Day in the life......
The morning comes with a blast
of light.
A rooster crows while the birds
take flight.
Sounds of cow bells echo through
crisp green grass
while a horse makes a turn as it
runs so fast.
The smell of fresh brewed
coffee
lingers in the air.
Sounds of dogs barking to remind
you they are there.
A yawn, a stretch and time to get
dressed.
A days work is on a schedule that
is hard pressed.
Work all day except to break
for
lunch.
Work load is full and sometimes
too much.
Some days weather is hot and
other
time cold.
Feels like time flies and I am
too fast getting old!
We stare into the soft blue sky
sniffing the air and watching the
birds fly.
The crimson sun goes down in the
west
as we take a breath before it is
time to rest.
Never go to bed without a hug
and
a kiss
to your loved ones in the house
that you share with.
Be sure to say your prayers to
God above,
then tell your family they are
the ones that you love....
Judith Pearl Pulaski
Copyright 2,000 Judith Pulaski
LIFE
TURNED UPSIDE DOWN
(This was written about my son after a painful divorce)
Life turned upside down one summer day.
“Love doesn’t live here anymore” she would say.
My heart was broke, my spirit shattered
but life must go on as tho nothing mattered.
Along came a girl with hair full of curls.
She was sweet, spunky, beautiful and moved in a twirl!
All of a sudden the sun began to shine
The clouds went away and she became mine.
Her name is Heather but I call her Curly Sue
That’s because I love her and I know just what to do.
I will hug her and kiss her and take away her fear
and the day will come we will count some years.
Then it will be time to plan out our life
and that will be the time to make her my wife.
Author: Judi Pearl Pulaski
Copyright 2000 Judith Pulaski
A Painting......is
(Since I am an artist, painting is my life and ever on my mind)
A picture in my mind has beauty to behold
On a canvas or porcelain an image appears so bold.
As the brush wisps across the surface the colors stick,
Leaving a soft glow of a base for the next color mix.
Some days the painting becomes a landscape
Other days it may be flowers, fruit or luscious grapes.
Country scenes are a favorite subject of mine to paint.
Portraits of the Victorian period is fun with the ladies who faint.
Indians, children, animals and more
I even like to paint soldiers who have gone to war.
No subject is out of the realm of possibility.
The shadows and highlights give a painting tranquility.
Painting is a way to emotional peace of mind.
I can go there when too many troubles fill my time.
It makes me happy and gives me a breath of fresh air.
When I am having a bad day, I find I want to go there.....
Author: Judi Pearl Pulaski
Copyright 2000 Judith Pulaski
Fall....is
the Season
Editor's Choice Award
(Fall inspires me...my favorite time of the year of all time!)
The green on the trees turns amber from thirst
it comes on with a subtle slow but continuous burst
One day it is so hot that everyone just feels lazy
The next day it cools off and the scenery becomes hazy.
It’s time to get out the sweatshirts and jackets
Shop for gourds, mums and caramel apples at the markets
Candles with the scent of pine, cinnamon and spice
apple dumplings and pumpkin pies are always nice.
The smell of burnt leaves is in the air
children all dressed in their Halloween fare
Beautiful color is popping out all around
Everywhere we look there are jack-o-lanterns in town
This is my favorite time of the year
Watching the change of season appear
It is such a magical mystical transition
Gods palette is at work with such conviction!
What beautiful array of natural wonder
gives inspiration to paint for those who use color
Fall is the season to fill us with emotion
to reflect on the past and look ahead with devotion.
Author: Judi Pearl Pulaski
Copyright 2000 Judith Pulaski
Love.....
How do you find it?
(Love, such an elusive yet fascinating part of ones life!)
How do you know when you find love?
Is it a present from the One above?
I always thought that I would know
If someone loved me without being told.
What is love and where do we get it?
Is it free or did someone invent it?
It seems so temporary it must be for rent.
Some
never find it no matter what was spent.
I heard it you find love you will never forget it.
Even if it is a love from the past you should never regret it.
Love has a way of making pain heal.
When you are loved, you can’t explain how good it feels.
Take a lesson I learned from God above.
Give unconditional love if you are lucky enough to find love!
Author: Judi Pearl Pulaski
Copyright 2000 Judith Pulaski
The
Old Covered Bridge....
(For many years I have gone to Parke County, Indiana ...home of
32 beautiful old covered bridges. Love the nostalgia!)
Driving down the winding road
I came upon some trees that fold
their arms so gracefully around
the winding curves that seem to abound.
In the dark distance peeking it’s face
is the smiling opening of a lonely place.
As I get closer I start to cringe
then realize... it is only a covered bridge
A covered bridge of such ancient beauty
brings back the memories of life and duty.
With horses and buggies the travel was slow.
life was so simple, to church they would go.
Even now the covered bridge is used each day.
The people who live there must travel both ways.
To go to school the bridge is crossed by bus.
If we go to work or for groceries it is crossed by us.
The sun shines on the bridge and makes it glow
with a halo of love and warm feelings from the soul.
The old bridge offers such a lovely nostalgic feeling
to bring back the memory of past life’s dealings.
Author: Judi Pearl Pulaski March 3, 2000
Copyright 2000 Judith Pulaski
Cracks
on the Ceiling...
Editor's Choice Award
(On the farm with my Grandma....best memories.....
of my childhood! Has inspired many of my poems)
At Gram’s on hot summer nights
in bed but eyes open wide and bright.
Peering out the open window
looking for a shape or shadow.
Giggles bounce off the wood floor
when there is a little knock as she opens the door
Are you girls sleeping yet?, Gram would ask
“Yes we are Gram !”, was the answer from Kass
“Can we have a light on so we can see?”
“Only if you promise to go to sleep, Judi P”
As the door shut and we were alone once more
We would start to laugh till we fell on the floor.
Now with the light in the room dancing around
we would start to imagine things from animals to a clown.
The cracks in the ceiling would turn into strange little creatures.
we could see pictures and faces with definite features.
Little girls with big hearts and soft feelings
spent our nights reading cracks on the ceiling.
Author: Judi Pearl Pulaski
Copyright 2000 Judith Pulaski
Grandma’s Attic
The smell of dust is in the air.
Cob webs are hanging everywhere.
A jewelry box full of baubles and jewels of gold.
Stuffed animals and dolls I was compelled to hold.
A wooden box of old pictures in black and
white.
Many were torn and faded but brought feeling of delight.
Some people I knew while others were a mystery.
It didn’t matter who they were, they were all part of
my history.
Old picture frames scattered on the floor
Handmade quilts and linens draped over the door
Light streams through the open window as I hear the
wind
chime.
The pendulum swings as the clock on the wall
keeps
time.
An old hickory rocking chair rocks when it is able
The hand painted lamp is sitting on the table
Next to the lamp is the Carnival Glass and Flo Blue
The braided rugs and all the vintage clothes too.
These things are there to hold when my Grandma I miss
I’ll pull them to my heart, close my eyes and reminisce.
Sitting alone in Grandma’s attic among her things.
Keeps her spirit living .....I feel her touch and hear
her sing...
Author: Judi Pearl
Pulaski
5-31-00
Copyright 2000 Judith Pulaski
Judi has written 175 poems. If you would like to read more, go to
"Writings" page
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