Thursday, July 27, 2017

Pond Sculpture Garden Art



Dear Art Lover,
Pond Sculpture Garden Sculpture Rock Towers and Frogs bronze     Last year I created a bronze sculpture to put into a pond [it sits over the water, not really submerged since there may be fish involved].  Here are images of the fairly sizeable artwork:

"Rock Towers and Frogs" /
Torri di sassi e Rane

bronze fountain sculpture
approx. 43" h x 24" w x 24" d [114 x 60 x 53 cm, 57 kg]**
© 2016 
Kelly Borsheim

     I am taking orders only on this work, in part because I have no storage space to create the bronze ahead of time.  But do not let that stop you!  Gardens are always works-in-progress and quality takes time.  A downpayment is all it takes to get the bronze started.  Contact me if you would like to know more.
In the meantime, here are more images of the finished bronze, as well as some of the work-in-progress [WIP]

Pond Sculpture Garden Sculpture Rock Towers and Frogs bronze

     I also had written a new art newsletter that I think I may have forgotten to post here on the blog.  It shows you pictures of my crazy family and an image or two from the wedding in late April in Florida.  The wedding portrait I made to my sister Dani and her new husband Joe’s specs was a hit with them… what a relief, what a challenge! 

     I hope your summer has been going well.  I move slower than usual [which my mother told me that if I ever did that, people might bury me… hahah, whoops!], but am making forward progress.  Still in therapy for my broken wrist, and trying to take the time to heal my knee properly so that I can get back to full-time art-making.

     Thanks for hanging in here with me.  I hope to show you new work in August!

Peace,

Kelly Borsheim, artist


Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Car Buying in Italy Sleeping Angel Summer Sale



Dear Art Lover,

     How many friends does it take to help a girl buy a car in a foreign country?  Well, in my case, in Italy, I would say more than a handful.  I was not really prepared to buy a car just yet.  I mean, that I WAS, after having gotten my international driver’s license when I was in the US and I gave myself three weeks to research and find a car to buy [before the license went into effect] so that I could go to the quarry and start carving a new stone sculpture.  But after falling and breaking my wrist, the need for a car so soon drove away.  

     Then it was suggested that I use my healing time to at least start researching what I wanted.  I asked on my Facebook page for much advice from locals.  That posting led to a friend tagging me for an old car for sale in my area.  It looked ok in the photos, one owner (a 90-year-old woman), less then 75 kilometers (which is pretty amazing, especially if you change that into miles!), and decent looking tires [but bad spare under the hood].  

     However, I was nervous and did not feel ready yet.  I did not respond to the ad for about a week.  In the meantime, I did more research, vacillating about whether or not I really wanted to take action now.  I am still paying off my trip to the US after all and I cannot physically drive yet.  But, hey, I might as well go see it and re-learn what to look for in a car.

     The man selling my future car met me at the bus station in Montecatini Terme, a town perhaps 40 minutes by transport from my home.  But he was in a hurry and I worried it was a scam.  I sat in the car, turned on the ignition, moved the gears around, but was unable to drive it (time and ability).  I took a few photographs that I thought my helping friends could use.  I asked where to put the oil into the engine, as well as where to check it, but stupidly did not even take a look at the oil myself.  Sheesh, what was I thinking?  

     This is only the second vehicle that I have ever purchased myself.  Before I got married, I usually drove whatever old car my father had to give me.  Once I got married, my husband made all the car decisions, often surprising me with a new-to-us Volvo 240 when he deemed the time was right.  But after college and before meeting “the man,” I moved to the big city of Austin, Texas, and bought a 1979 GMC Dura Van.  That was in 1987.  I paid $3,000 cash for it, with a partial loan from my father that I paid off sooner than later.  I had had a long-term dream to finish college, get a dog, buy a van, and drive to Oregon.  I did those things and in that order, coming back to Texas as an engaged woman.  In 2015, I gifted my van to a friend who does art restorations in Austin.  I loved that vehicle!

     Back to 2017 in Tuscany (and single again):  I returned to my new hometown in the hills of Italy via bus after my short visit with the 1998 white Fiat Panda.  I had a conversation with my landlord [and his brother, who recently replaced his old white Panda with another] and showed him some of the images I took.  Later that evening he spoke on the phone with the seller and then me.  Trustingly, I committed to buying the car that night, but it was not for two more days that I returned to Montecatini Terme to do the title transfer and get driven home.  My landlord was there and looked over the car [saw a weld in my future] and met the man he had spoken to a couple of times by then.  I was handed the keys as the man and his friend drove off in a little Smart car.

     I had bargained some, but gave all of my remaining cash towards the new car.  For those curious, the title transfer cost me 370 euro in cash [since I have no bank in Italy].  Had the size of the motor been larger, the fee would have been higher.  That is more than half of what I paid for the car itself!  My landlord took these snapshots of me with my new vehicle.


Artist with new old Fiat Panda art sale car buying in Italy

Artist with new old Fiat Panda art sale car buying in Italy


     I am still not driving. Although my landlord and another neighbor helped me get an amazingly low quote on car insurance for when I am ready, I am postponing buying insurance, hoping to sell some art first.  But also, my right wrist is still not strong enough.  I could not even take off the emergency brake!  Another neighbor, who really encouraged me to get a car and helped a lot in the research, came over to take a look.  He later drove it over to his property:  it is illegal to park a car without insurance on a public road.  So, the Panda is safe there and I can even see her from my windows.

     I am still thinking of a design to paint on her.  I bought a small can of blue paint for metal.  As I told the man in the hardware store, “I just bought an old white Fiat Panda.  Everyone seems to have one.  How will I ever find my car in the parking lot?”  I want a design that helps me recognize my new baby, but not one that shouts, “Kelly just drove by.”  You know, in case I do something stupid.  [Oh, and the low insurance price came in part because the agent will install a scatola nera [black box] in my car.  It will know where I am driving [so it knows the local speed limit] and monitor my driving habits.  So, perhaps the first year, I will be constantly taking an exam.  And towards the end of this year, I need to take the Italian driving class and exams and earn my Italian driver’s license.  So, I get to feel like a teen all over again.  Joy.

     Ok, so here is one way that I hope to earn that insurance.  But really, anything I still have in stock or even many of the products, such as my book about street painting in Florence, or shower curtains, pillows, a phone case, prints on metal, etc. would help me while giving you something that I hope enriches your life… check out some of the art products here:  https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/1-kelly-borsheim.html

Sleeping Angel original pastel painting on art sale car buying in Italy

Summer SALE: Original pastel, framed in wood, with glass and acrylic spacers [to protect pastel from touching the glass] $1500 [o 1200 euro se sei in Italia/Europa], world-wide shipping included. As usual, payment plans accepted.  Offer ends 31 August 2017.

"Sleeping Angel"
[Caravaggio-inspired original art]
18" x 24" [framed with glass and acrylic spacers, black wood]
Pastel on UART Acid-free Premium sanded paper
© 2010 - 2012 Kelly Borsheim 


I look forward to hearing from you. 
Peace,

Kelly Borsheim, artist
Go shopping and share with your friends:  http://BorsheimArts.com
Thank you!

Sleeping Angel original pastel painting on art sale car buying in Italy

Sleeping Angel original pastel painting on art sale car buying in Italy
Detail 1:  Soft texture on the male figure to contrast with...

Sleeping Angel original pastel painting on art sale car buying in Italy
Detail 2 : I really tried to rough up the texture in the sheets.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Pescia Italy Church Fresco



Dear Art Lover,
Oratory in Pescia Italy Open Door leads to fresco and sculpture
An open door leads to art, Pescia, Italy
     Sometimes people tell me, “Wow, you are so courageous to just pick up and move to Italy.” Well, first of all, that is not exactly what happened, and it took me years to finally find a place to call home and … whatever.  I usually respond with a confused look and a, “What?  Italy is not Afghanistan.  And anyone with a credit card can come to Italy.  I am not particularly special.”
     Still, to live outside of the country you were born in is not at all the same as visiting a foreign country.  And thankfully, at least in my experiences, there are many people, Italian and other expats alike, who really help out.  [I use the term ‘expat,’ which to some is a bit controversial, to mean someone, like me, who chooses to live outside her native country, but has not given up her citizenship in her native land; versus an immigrant who either has given it up or has become a dual citizen.]
     It was in this context of neighbors helping neighbors with health insurance issues that I found myself going again near the hospital in Pescia, Italy, the nearest decent-sized town to where I live.  We were looking for a specific office/person to help with my neighbors’ health-insurance, a tip from an Italian neighbor.  But this time, on the walk down a somewhat familiar street, a rather plain old wooden door invited a look inside.  I was surprised to see frescos and a dramatic light emerging inside washing over the art.  So, this was a small old church tucked into modern surroundings.
     Ever curious, but aware that we were in a hurry to find this person, I quickly snapped some images and gazed up a bit to try to understand what treasure we had discovered in this little city once famous for its flower productions. 
     It is the Oratory of Saint Antonio Abate. There was a date in the sign of 1210-1220, but I had too much glare on the laminated sign and am unclear on what the date refers to.  However, the organ at the back was constructed on 1853 by Nicomede Agati.  And the wooden sculpture [Umbrian-Tuscan sculptor of the late nineteenth century. XIII Deposition of Christ, carved and painted wood], was affected by the great flood in Florence of 1966.  Well here is the translation of part of the sign I photographed in the oratory:

“The part of the Superintendence at the Galleries was mainly in the recovery of the famous Romanesque wood group. It had been restored for the first time in 1943, albeit with poor results because the technical means available at that time had failed to block the process of infestation and disintegration of the wood, which was for the second time hospitalized in the workshops of the Superintendence at the Galleries Of Florence, had the misfortune to suffer on 4 Nov 1966 the flood water damage.”

As for the fresco around the altar, it seems to have been restored in 1975.  Enjoy the snapshots!


Peace,

Kelly Borsheim, artist 

Oratory of Saint Antonio Abate wood ceiling typical of long ago
wood ceiling typical of long ago

Oratory of Saint Antonio Abate fresco 



Umbrian-Tuscan sculptor of the late nineteenth century. XIII Deposition of Christ
wood sculpture, restored again after great flood 1966, Firenze

Oratory of Saint Antonio Abate fresco

Oratory of Saint Antonio Abate fresco

Oratory of Saint Antonio Abate fresco


Oratory of Saint Antonio Abate fresco
the ceiling fresco

the organ at the back was constructed on 1853 by Nicomede Agati
the organ at the back was constructed on 1853 by Nicomede Agati

Monday, July 3, 2017

Baby Olives Independence Motorcycle



Dear Art Lover,
     Tuscany got no rain this spring, never good for anyone’s spring, is it?  So last week’s rains and temperature drop were a welcome surprise.  I took the opportunity to photograph not only the lovely clouds around my home in the hills, but also the few baby olives we have this year.  I asked my landlord recently if he talks to his plants.  He shook his head.  I smiled and said, “no worries, I can talk plenty.” Hahah.. Sadly, it is true.  Will it help the babies grow to be beautiful olives?  Tough year, this one.





   To those in the US, happy Independence Day.  Nothing says independence as nudity and motorcycles, right?  Enjoy… and feel free to make an offer on this charcoal drawing, “Hellcat at the Pitti.”  He will ship from Hickory, North Carolina, zip code 28601.  He is framed in Museum Glass [really good non-reflective glass], an acid-free mat, and good quality black wood frame [see photo here].  If you prefer to frame him yourself, send me your offer for the 18 x 25-inches charcoal drawing alone.


Hellcat motorcycle with nude male model in front of the Pitti Palace stone arch charcaol drawing original art

     
     Cast off and four months to go before the docs allow me to try to carve stone again.  I hope that I have the patience to heal slowly and properly this time.

Peace, 

Kelly Borsheim, artist

Hellcat motorcycle with nude male model in front of the Pitti Palace stone arch charcaol drawing original art

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