"Architecture is the will of an epoch translated into space." -Ludwig Mies van der Rohe

"Architecture is the will of an epoch translated into space." -Ludwig Mies van der Rohe

 Saint Peter's Basilica, Vatican City, Rome, Italy. Principal design by: Michelangelo, Donato Bramante, Carlo Maderno and Gian Lorenzo Bernini.

Saint Peter's Basilica, Vatican City, Rome, Italy. Principal design by: Michelangelo, Donato Bramante, Carlo Maderno and Gian Lorenzo Bernini.

~Ana Livingston, Fine Artist & Muralist

“Chat with a Dead Man” – Excerpt from the Short Story by Ana Livingston

“His name was Guido. I'd been enjoying a crisp, spring morning at my favorite outdoor cafe in the Montepuliano outskirts when he arrived. By “arrived” I mean one moment I was alone, and the next I wasn’t. I’d stolen a quick moment to study him as he settled on a stool across from me and estimated his age to be about 55; he soon confirmed that fact.

“Well,” he said, “At least I had been…right before my death.” And so the tale of his ending begins with a chat over the too dark and much too rich morning coffee I shouldn’t have been drinking.

“It's funny how when one conducts their life responsibly for a short period of time they feel they deserve to be rewarded with the very thing that should be avoided like the plague. As my personal testament to that fact, when I was cheerfully dressing that morning my internal dialog went something like this…”

<stay tuned for the next installment!>

 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -Beautiful Montepulciano, Italy. Opening for the short story by Ana Livingston titled “Chat With a Dead Man”.

              -Beautiful Montepulciano, Italy. Opening for the short story by Ana Livingston titled “Chat With a Dead Man”.

Excerpt: Copyright © 2015 by Ana Livingston. All rights reserved. www.analivingstonfineartist.com

"The Responsibility of Artists" by Ana Livingston Fine Artist

"The reality is that artists have a gigantic hand in injecting
the beauty and vitality we all enjoy in present day life.
I wrote an article about this very subject: the role of the
artist in society and how their creative impact is broad and deep.

"Without the beauty continually brought into being by the many
players in the various genres of art, this world would be a dull
soulless place. My personal role and responsibility as an artist
is to not only create beautiful work that uplifts others, but to
also actively support my fellow artists.

"Art is my job, my life and my love,and I wouldn’t have it any other way."

~Ana Livingston, Fine Artist
www.analivingstonfineartist.com

Day Four, Grapefruit Mural, Clearwater, Florida: Refinement

Today I feel like things are finally coming together. I still have much more refinement to do on both panels, but that might have to wait a bit. It looks like the bad weather that has been sweeping through the midlands (my sympathies) is now due here. Consequently I might not be back to the walls until next week. We'll see...

I hope you all are well and happy. When you have a moment, do check in and let me know how you're treating life. :D

Love,

~Ana

Day Two: The Grapefruit Mural, Clearwater, Florida: Adding Layers of Paint

Second day at the two-panel Grapefruit Mural. No refinement as yet; just applied some bright colors. At least they're pretty blobs now. :) I'll be back at it tomorrow!

Close-up of applying a second layer. I am primarily left-handed, but when it comes to painting I am ambidextrous.

Over the next couple of days I will be refining the shapes while adding more layers. Thanks for your interest!

~Ana

My Heart and the Last Light of Day

There’s something magical about watching the sun calmly drift across a room.

After arriving home, I’d placed my earrings on a nearby table and burrowed under a soft blanket on the couch. While the sun continued its gentle march and evening slowly consumed the last light of day, it was by chance I looked down at this moment: when my heart danced to life.

Life truly is beautiful, isn’t it?

~Ana

Sending Warm Thoughts to My Northern Friends

I am originally from the islands in the Pacific Northwest and from there moved up into the mountains (I am adventurous that way). I lived on a plot of land that bordered the National Forest. The air was fresh, our creek’s water was pure glacial run-off, and there were firs and pines as far as the eye could see. Idyllic.

After a wonderful first summer and beautiful fall, winter struck on the first of November. I found myself buried under snow for the next six months of my life. One quickly learns at a point such as this that you have a choice: do or die.

Needless to say I got very adept with a snow shovel (and later on a snow blower) but even those tools didn’t do much in handling the constant physical (and mental) strain that arises from trying to carry on with even the simplest of daily activities.

I now reside on the Suncoast of Florida, but that does not mean I don’t have compassion and an understanding of what you folks up north are enduring. We are thinking of you down here and hope it ends very shortly.

From me to you, here’s a little something to warm your day:

Chin up!

Love,

Ana