Making Spray Paint Trees

I have a couple of boxes filled with almost empty cans of spray paint and I’d like to re-stock, so I’m doing some paintings that don’t require perfect caps or large amounts of paint.

Below is a magical tree where some fairies or some other illuminated creatures might live. I had Picasso’s Blue Period on the mind hoping that would provide a little inspiration. I wanted to achieve a sense of movement in the background so that the scene felt busy and active.

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Magical Tree

I wasn’t sure what effect the blue would give . . . would it be sad? Or would it be calm? I guess maybe it gives off a cold effect. I decided the next tree should have a little green added to create a more eerie feeling.

The tree below was inspired by one of the trees in my yard that was right in front of my face while I was painting. It’s just an old tree with big roots.

Blue Tree

It turned out ok. The background could have a more interesting texture. I think I’m getting more comfortable making trees. I still have lots of cans to use up before I let myself buy new cans . . . so, back to the drawing board.

Playing with Spray Paint


I’ve been having a lot of fun learning how to make artwork using spray paint. In this painting, my focus was on making castles with my spatula knife and getting an interesting color effect in the mountains.

Mystery Land 1

I’m happy with the yellow and pink mountains . . . and the castles are on their way to being majestic. I still have a long journey ahead of me.

Mastering spray paint techniques is currently at the top of my art to do list, so I’ll be sharing my progress here.






I LOVE my job. L.O.V.E. . . . Love it!

I even loved working on my BFA. My first year, I had a cool teacher named Dave (We couldn’t pronounce his full name) for drawing. He is a talented artist, and I liked the way he kept class relaxed and laid back. We always had music (that we brought) playing on his little paint stained boom box during class. He joked around with everybody, and he liked learning about us and teaching us about him. (He was from another country and shared stories about growing up there.) When I saw that he was teaching Design 1, I couldn’t wait to sign up.

What I liked best about his class was his attitude about art. He became so serious and firm whenever he talked about art. This was his passion and his work. He expected us to be equally responsible and take our work seriously too.

My favorite memory is of the day another professor walked past our class. (Dave always left our door open.) The music drifting into the hall caught his attention, and he noticed how much fun we were having. He stuck his head into the classroom and announced, “This class seems more like a party than a classroom.” (It was a work day, not a critique day.)

Dave and our class just laughed it off. We were used to that kind of reaction. We knew we were serious about our art, but we were having fun too. Now, I’m a struggling artist out in the world, and it can be pretty hard at times. But it’s the best job ever. I want to share a website with you that I’m so glad I found. It has been such a blessing in more ways than one.

I became a member of last year. If you’re an artist looking for a FREE place to sell your work, this is a fun place to go. You can also see artwork from talented artists from all over the world. When you visit the other artist’s portfolios, you’re guaranteed to learn so much and get inspired. You can give and take constructive criticism. And best of all, you can sell your artwork!

If you love art and want to browse some awesome stuff and see an affordable price tag, then this is the place for you too. I’ve already seen so many pictures I want to buy!  I want to share 3 of my favorite photos with you:

  1. The Bus Driver and the Reflection
  2. Feed Me
  3. Psalm 36:6-7

I’ve included the short video from their website. I hope you get as much (or MORE) out of Redbubble as I have.

Go sign up! What are you waiting for?! I’d love to see which photos make it on your favorite list.

Go Go Power Rangers


Growing up I absolutely loved the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I never missed an episode. After I finished watching the rangers morph into their dinosaur and save planet Earth, I zoomed outside to play Power Rangers with my buddies.

My best friend Jacob, his younger brother Jeremy, their even younger brother “Fats” and I ran wildly around our yards imitating our favorite Rangers.

power rangers pinkSince I’m a girl, I was always either the pink ranger or the yellow ranger . . . depending on if there was another girl joining and I had to share. My favorite was the pink ranger, Kimberly.

She was a valley girl who was, like y’know, graceful and smart. (I identified with a sarcastic witty girl who could save the world.)

power rangers posing

Then the boys decided which ranger they would be (which always resulted in a fight for Tommy, the green ranger AKA the white ranger. Yes, he was both.)


Then, running all over the place, climbing fences, and jumping down to defeat the evil Rita Repulsa, we perfected our tornado kicks and our blocks. We always had hours and hours of fun playing our awesome game based on this campy and wonderful show.

Not only did they kick some alien butt, but they also taught us valuable lessons on how to be a ninja. Martial arts is not about beating people up.

I’m glad The Daily Buzz took me down memory lane this morning with Lance’s giddy-like-a-six-year-old report about the newest version called Power Rangers Samurai.

Can you believe this show started in 1993 and is still going strong? I sure can!

new power rangers samurai

I’m gonna go watch some Power Rangers! How ’bout you? 

A Time to Imagine


Acting like a child is a great way to get your creative juices flowing. Children are inquisitive, observant, and innovative. They know how to have fun.

walt disney

Walt Disney reminded us never to let our inner child grow up.

  • Laugh at the thought of being alive.

  • Imagine like you are seven years old.

  • Dream big because nothing stands in your way. 

Hold on . . . who has time to act like a child when adult responsibilities get in the way? It’s simple: Live in the moment. The gift of life is a beautiful adventure begging to be explored.

I grab my water bottle as I head out the door pumped and ready to explore my world. In real life, I’m exercising and walking my dog around the neighborhood, but in my imagination, I’m at the beginning of my journey to Mordor.


I exuberantly stride up the road to a pile of trees that, from the looks of it, someone has been using as campfire wood. Smiling, I visualize three colossal trolls drooling and slobbering over their dinner. I hop with excitement as I pick up my pace and JUMP onto the downed tree.

Perfect landing.

My flesh happily soaks up vitamin D from the hot Texas sun. Beads of sweat drip from my temples as I practice vaulting and jumping on my campfire playground. Suddenly, my attention is yanked upward to a loud buzzing sound. My head spastically searches for the source . . . . . . there they are!

I freeze as my eyes hone in on a massive cluster of bees swarming with purpose a few feet away from me. In search of a new home, I assume.

Thanking God, I take a deep breath of relief that the bees didn’t have any interest in me. As I continue on my journey, my ears perk to the sound of three planes circling above me. I see one in front of me, and I hear two behind me. I dash across the road to a stucco house surrounded with large climbable trees.

I’ll hide among the canopy of leaves to evade the enemy plane’s watchful eyes. As soon as they finish their usual flight pattern, I’ll have about 45 minutes before they come back. The minutes drag and my arms shake from fatigue. Finally, they’re gone. Now that it’s safe enough to explore, I drop down to the ground.


Phew! My muscles tremble as I reach for my water bottle. The position of the sun lets me know how long I’ve been playing. (Not to mention the hanging from a tree branch like a monkey!)

I look down at my pedometer and see I reached my minimum daily goal of 1 mile for a GRAND TOTAL of 3 miles; 1,776 more to go. (This is definitely not the furthest I’ve been from home.) I played, I exercised, I got inspired . . . Now, I must return to the real world.

Wait! I don’t have to return to the real world (whatever that is). Imagination is a habit.

Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young.
– W. Somerset Maugham

I’m grateful that I was taught from a very young age to live in the moment. To enjoy today, learn from the past, and dream of the future. To watch ants. To chase shadows. To learn. To create.

Observe the beautiful world around you. 

I’m constantly amazed by God and His creation. Below are 5 incredible senses He gave us to aid in our exploration of life:

  • Sight – Be aware of what is in front, behind, to the left, to the right, up and down. Get in close and look at the details. Step back and look at it from far away. What colors, shapes, patterns, and designs do you see?

  • Hearing – I like to distinguish sounds. While listening to: children laughing, birds chirping, a dog sniffing, wind blowing, planes flying, and many other sounds all at once, I heard the buzzing of bees – before I saw them. (Sometimes, I leave my iPod at home so that I can hear the sounds of my world.)

  • Taste – Don’t shove the food down your throat without enjoying it. Truly savor each bite. A healthy diet is easier to savor, so resist the fast food temptation. Wild blackberries are lining rural roads just waiting to be tasted. Five basic tastes: sweet, bitter, sour, salty and umami.

  • Smell – Roses are blooming, and I can’t help but take a whiff. Learn a lesson from the beagle’s keen sense of smell! Train your nose to recognize different scents, and follow them. There might be some delicious pizza at the end of that aroma.

  • Touch – Sap got on my hands as I was vaulting over the tree. My palms and everything I touched stayed sticky for a loooong time. Run your fingers over different textures and temperatures. Notice how it feels.

Feeling discouraged? Tired? Bored? Anxious? Stressed? Un-inspired? Go out and play; enjoy the adventure we call life. Remember to grab your camera! You’re bound to capture a decisive moment.

A Hunting We Did Go

WARNING: This post contains some graphic images, which may be unsuitable for younger or more sensitive readers.

Sunny wakes up every morning ready to hunt, but as for me . . . ehh, not so much.

About 6 years ago, I went squirrel and deer hunting. I’ve always been a good shot, and yes, I did shoot my first squirrel, but it’s not something I want to do again.

I’d much rather shoot with my camera!

I usually start my day with a strong cup of coffee and this verse on my mind:

This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. – Psalm 118:24 (NIV)

I see so much beauty all around me in every little detail. I can’t help but rejoice when I look out my window and see beautiful East Texas. Looks like a great time to go for a walk . . . NOT a hunt.

I love to get my Jackabee all worked up (cuz it’s sooo cute). So, I yell in a high pitched crescendo, “Wanna’ go for a walk?!”

Sunny excitedly shows her answer through exaggerated tail wagging, fast twirling, and high jumping. Her patience is tested to the max as I s-l-o-w-l-y grab my iPod, my camera, and my sunglasses. The second I open the door she’s outa’ there like a torpedo. This 19 lb dog with Herculean strength is pulling me up the hill to the road, where her adventure will begin.

Copyright:  2013 Morgana Horn
© 2013 Morgana Horn

I manage to take one picture and enjoy the sun and music for only a minute when her nose catches some fascinating scent, and she suddenly jerks me to the left.

Quickly, I untangle my ear buds, my camera strap, and my dog’s lead and begin frantically snapping pictures of Sunny and the rabbit hole she has found. (I hope I get some good pictures.)

Copyright: 2013 Morgana Horn
© 2013 Morgana Horn

(I’m not really in the mood to hunt right now, but that is indeed what we are doing.)

Copyright: 2013 Morgana Horn
© 2013 Morgana Horn
Copyright: 2013 Morgana Horn
© 2013 Morgana Horn

Whew!  Today’s hunt is done.

I know Sunny is happy and calm when I see her mouth WIDE open with her tongue hanging out.

Today, Sunny was able to hunt. Some days, she doesn’t get to hunt. The same thing goes for us humans. Some days go better than others. Those other days can seem really bad and get us into crabby moods.

But, we must remember that the LORD made each day, and we CAN rejoice and be glad in it; whether we get to “hunt” or not. I pray that each of you are able to find the joy in each day, and rejoice.

Waiting for That Decisive Moment

Photography is an art, and you can’t rush the process – even with the ready-in-an-instant digital camera. I love the moments when everything comes together quickly and easily for a perfect storm of artistic goodness.

Lately though, my projects require a lot of sitting . . . and waiting . . . and repeating the whole process to get the perfect picture. Improving my art and getting precisely what I want is a challenge, but totally worth it – when the decisive moment shows up.

Henri Cartier-Bresson was known for this concept of the “decisive moment” – that perfect moment when everything comes together to create a picture with balance and clarity. Trust me, patience and determination are definitely required.

Place de l'Europe, Paris, 1932 Copyright Henri Cartier-Bresson/Magnum
Place de l’Europe, Paris, 1932 Copyright Henri Cartier-Bresson/Magnum

Cartier-Bresson sat . . . and waited . . . until he spotted it – the decisive moment. He captured it immediately after the man reached the other side of the ladder.

I like that he took the picture before the man’s foot touched the ground. If the man was trying to avoid splashing in the water, it doesn’t look like he will be successful and land on dry ground.

The reflections in the water, of the man and the scene in the background, give the composition balance and unity. As you study the photograph, you can see how everything comes together to create a visually aesthetic moment in time: the decisive moment. Cartier-Bresson shows us that the photographer’s eye and mind intuitively recognize that moment when it arrives.

You can read more in his book – a great book to have in your home library.

I was recently reminded of Cartier-Bresson’s work when I heard my dog’s loud, screechy bark. I know that sound. She had found the scent of a rabbit. (I don’t want her to get hurt, but I know she needs to hunt.) Squeamishly, I let her go after it. Wildly and happily, she ran through the woods so fast that she was almost flying. How could I say no to that?

Meet Sunny. My smart, wild, and energetic Jackabee.

Sunny, the best doggy in the whole wide world!
Sunny, the best doggy in the whole wide world!
Copyright: Morgana Horn 2012

She looks pretty calm when she’s chewing out her frustration on a bone. BUT, don’t let that sweet face fool you!

Th-th-th-that’s right folks, it’s Wabbit season and my Jackabee and me are hunting wabbits.

Copyright: 2001 Warner Bros, Inc.

‘Toon in next time.