All My Love, Pete

Here’s another one of my plaster on cradled art board pieces – mixed media – acrylics, vintage papers, vintage photograph.

I like how a story will unfold while creating. 

I found a vintage photograph of a girl sitting on a lawn and the words, ‘all my love, Pete’ handwritten on it. I removed the words and placed them coming out of the chimney and immediately decided the ‘girl’ was now alone because “Pete’s love for her was now going up in smoke’ .

I decided to give her a shiny, red balloon (something that didn’t seem exactly appropriate to the color scheme) to draw attention to her feeling out of place and out of sorts – because of mean ole’Pete.

(Actually she looked pretty happy about it all…so maybe the breakup was a good thing!)

Strive to Be Happy


Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Poem by Max Ehrmann (American Writer)

Artwork by me…(first attempt with plaster & mixed media on cradled artboard)