Monday, December 29, 2008

time to quit hybernating

For the Thanksgiving holiday we drove to see all our family in North and South Carolina. The day after Thanksgiving we went to Myrtle Beach with my little sister Joni and her boys. It really wasn't warm enough to play in the water, but what's a mom to do? My sister Christie wanted to know what my house looked like all decked for the holidays: Nothing fancy. Niel and I are very likely going to be closing on this house in March. Yea! Our first home, and we won't even have to move! One of my favorite gifts I have given for Christmas this year was this book to Niel, N., and W. and as part of the gift, I gave my promise to take them all out to the movie with popcorn and drinks and candy! I have already read 173 pages of 268 to them... it won't be long. Cinema 8, here we come!

I made W. a super hero outfit for Christmas. N. fell out of her bed in the middle of the night last night. That top bunk blunder has my little girl sleeping (per her request) on the floor tonight and maybe many nights hereafter. Everything "food" came from a straw for her today. She likes it when we say "Aww, Nan, you poor thing". (Sometimes when W. gets hurt and I say that to him, N. gets pouty and says, "I WANT TO BE POOR!") I'd say she's poor now.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Saturday, September 27, 2008

a carry

Yesterday Mallie and I took a walk at Lincoln Parish Park, Ruston's best kept secret. O.K., so I took a walk; Mallie took a carry.
She will be ONE on Wednesday.
(This picture is possibly my best ever self-taken snapshot!)

Thursday, September 18, 2008


Putting aside the very sad news of a struggling sister late in the afternoon, I had just about one of the best days.

I had my first day volunteering up at a place called Covenant Farms.
I am going up there once a week to help out and learn more. This morning I got to help with the feeding of about 35 horses. Just being around them was invigorating to my soul. I got to feel the sunrise whilst trying not to step in poo, and scoop bucketfuls of alfalfa, and watch the farrier shoe and trim several hooves. I got to catch and lead, and ask lots and lots and lots of questions.
I was so happy and so busy that I did not take one single picture.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

animals I saw in the last month

two box turtles
blue jays
a chicken
a coyote
long-horn steer
gigantic grasshoppers
a stick bug
an armadillo
and of course,

Monday, August 4, 2008

the prize

So I am sitting here drinking WHOLE chocolate milk while all three children are napping, and I am thinking that life is pretty good. I am also thinking "What in the world should the prize be!?" So I was going to say that everyone who commented on our "little" backyard friend could split the calories I am currently ingesting between themselves, but that would likely discourage further friendly commenting. Geoff, your comment was particularly touching. (You know, whenever you want to leave your "comment", I will know exactly what it is meant to say. Good work.)
Francesca, Geoff, AL, Merinda, and Marci, your prizes are in the mail.

This is a picture taken from my kitchen door.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

little fella

We are tucked away safely in Louisiana now. Look what I found in out backyard yesterday!!!
First ten comments win a prize! (Wait, I don't know if I know ten people...)

Friday, June 20, 2008

goodbye for a while

I packed up the studio today. (Oh, it's goodbye to the studio for a while, not to you readers. Just thought I'd clarify.)


Yesterday I decided that I was sick of being in the house trying to decide what to do next. So I went swimming with my children. Since I packed up my studio, which happened a lot longer ago mentally than today's physical boxing-up, it seems I have been somewhat lost. I find myself wandering around aimlessly, though I have been getting a bit more reading in (mostly books about gardens and building your own home and living without running water and the like). I have decided I will rely on watercolors to help fix me up right. They dry so fast and I have a great little portable set that I can use.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

getting ready to move

So I got up with the girl that will be moving into our current apartment in a month or so and thought I would make a little video of what it looks like for her. (She wanted to see our dishwasher too.)

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Friday, May 16, 2008

something fresh

Yes, this is still the blogsite of Julie Crews. I needed a little change. No, not a micro-hair cut (though I am going in for a bang trim in the morning.) A blog freshening. I figure I am not painting a whole lot these days, as I cannot seem to get my head out of moving to Louisiana, so I may as well talk about that and anything else that pops up. ( I am still collecting backyard pictures, but the painting is going to have to wait a bit.)
Wow! I don't know ANYONE in Louisiana.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

backyards at 6 a.m.

So I got this idea while putting my little girl to bed tonight. I am going to do a large series of paintings: backyards at 6 a.m. If you would like to contribute a photo of your backyard taken at that early hour of the morn, you will benefit greatly. You will get a really good feeling, and many, many good things will happen to you. Ummmm, and everything will taste good to you, especially if you are dieting right now.
If I don't get the response I am hoping for, I will resort to paying people, understand though, that this will cancel out those wonderful benefits of generosity.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

a promise to my father

I have finally made my lazy and meandering self post a few photos from my show. I promised my dad this morning that I would. So anyone who reads this has to promise me in return that they won't think I am putting all my thought and energy into something that has already occured. I am not living in the past. I know this show is finished and I am currently moving on to new work. Speaking of fathers, I thought you would all enjoy this video. Every time I watch it I have to get out the kleen-x. Niel, my husband hates this movie because he says it is all staged. But nay, I say. NAY! I know the truth when I see it. For an enhanced viewing experience, watch it several times right in a row. (You'll see what I mean about the kleen-x.)

Thursday, April 24, 2008

a while ago, a tag

Awhile ago I was tagged by my friend Shawna and I told her I would have to get to it later. Well, now is later and here are at least five things you did not know about me:

When I was born my mother and father gave me the name Julie Suzanne Wright. The name, they said, “…was given because it sounded good to us.” I never changed it because by the time I was old enough to do so legally it sounded good to me too.
I was steeped in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina the first 14 years of my life. Because my father was in prison for planning an armed robbery, and because my mother was not mentally or emotionally stable enough to care for me and my brother and sisters, “the children” as we were called, were cared for by “Nanny.” I was number four in our family out of five, and despite our situation, we had to have been the five happiest children in Buncombe County. We were bathed every night, dressed every morning, read to, talked to, and all our meals were delicious and hot. We knew we were loved, all because of our dear 80 year old Nanny, aunt of my father.
I stayed mostly out of trouble, playing in the creek below our century-old house; the very one in which Nanny was born. My three sisters and I picked cherries for pies and our older brother played “hut-hut” with us, a game also known as football. He never called it that though, knowing if he did, we wouldn’t play that “boy” game. We caught water falling from the porch roof with Mason jars during rain storms. We went to McDonald’s twice a year after our dentist visits.
By the time I was 8, my father had served his time, found employment and a new wife. She also had children from a previous marriage, so in one weekend, I got a new mom, and one more sister and another brother. It didn’t take long before dad’s dreams took us to California. I had never been more than 50 miles from that 100 year-old home on the hill, but as I was an adventurous sort of girl, I took advantage of the wider open spaces. At one point during the five day move, we stopped in Flagstaff, Arizona for the night, right off Interstate 40. Requiring fresher air than the “roach motel” provided, I took a walk by myself, rustled a horse, rode it around bareback for about ten minutes, dismounted without much grace or style, and walked back to our little hotel room. No one was ever the wiser.
This was the beginning of high school for me. I spent my time in the Antelope Valley of the Mojave Desert, and by the time I had completed my junior year, my father and step-mother’s marriage had finished falling apart. It was back to North Carolina for me, just in time for my senior year. I did succeed in graduating high school there, though I did not care for the graduation ceremony, my graduating class, or any of the diversions surrounding them. Instead, I bought a rusty little 1977 Datsun B-210 for $333.00 and traveled the country for a few years.
I worked very odd jobs and occupied my free time with sundry enterprises. Once, in a town named Paradise, I snuck into a retired logging flume and snorkeled down it about five miles. I recall walking home in wet sneakers that afternoon. Other occasions found me on a train trip across the United States and deep-sea fishing in the Gulf Stream. I worked for a while as a professional rollerblader, and in the mornings I delivered newspapers. I have since decided
that I would rather eat a newspaper than ever deliver another one. However, my favorite occupation during this time of hodge-podge employment was counting and measuring paper in a factory filled with dust and din. Up until this time, I had not stayed with any one job for more than just a few months. My work ethic included the philosophy that life is too short to have a job you don’t like. The reason it was my favorite was largely due to the fact I actually hated it, but I had made a goal just prior to attaining this job, to work somewhere, anywhere, for at least one year, which I did.
None of my adventures or travels is more precious or beautiful to me than what I have now though. Some years ago I decided that it was time for a change, and I traded the name Wright for Crews. Life has never been better. Niel, the man I now call my husband, and I met in 1999. This was back in the mountains of North Carolina, in the green hills that I knew and loved so well. White water rafting brought Niel and me together, a slice of pizza opened our eyes and a few months later, a hurricane named Floyd closed the deal, well, almost. Once we were sufficiently in love, Niel went to Peru for two years, serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. During this time, I went back to college. Once again, I drove across the country, this time to Rexburg, Idaho. Three month’s after Niel’s return, we were married in the Columbia, South Carolina temple.
I still believe life is too short to have a job you don’t like, but I have since learned an important lesson: There is a great deal more to life than just doing stuff you like. Currently, I am finishing my Associates Degree in Illustration through the BYU-Independent study program. At the University of Utah, my husband is either inventing things as he barrels toward a PhD in Mechanical Engineering, or he is burning holes in his pants and blowing things up. So, we live
happily in Salt Lake City, Utah and somewhere in all my bouncing around between the south and the west I have managed to produce three bewitching children. Nan, five years old, is my first child, an inviting and golden little daughter. She informed me at the age of three that when she grew up she wanted to be a snowman. However unrelated this insight to her future career goals may be, I would also like to mention she was born on Dec 25. Wesley, my delicate and delightful little son, trails behind Nan by two years and two months. When he grows up, he either wants to be a snowman like his sister, only shorter, a wacky scientist like his dad, or a horse rustler. And then there is Mallie, 7 months old, just trying to make any sense at all of this crazy mixed up world she’s in.

a special delivery

It was my great pleasure to deliver a painting tonight to my little friend Brandon. He is 9 and when he came to my show over a month ago he proclaimed to his mother, "Mom, we NEED art!" And so they pooled some of their savings together and bought some. I was just lucky enough that it was mine.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

some matters of sketch

Here are some sketches out of my big drawing pad (thank you shopping spree.) I have been doing well with the goal I set at the beginning of the year to draw more. I am found much more often with my sketch book (and camera) and that has been so helpful. Shawna, you asked me about the paper in the sketchbook where I did the Moab watercolor. It's just regular manilla colored paper but the water didn't seem to bead it up too much, and there was a surprising little amount of wrinkling. Nothing you'd want to do anything permantent on for sure, but it seems to do well for color comps. You can find it at Barnes and Noble. It is 6" x 8" (I am not sure about other sizes). ISBN-13: 9780641596209