Judy Walston, The Artist

My blog will share the stories behind my pencil portrait sketches, my surreal art, architectural paintings, art seascapes, wall murals, one of a kind unique sculptures, and my favorite, drawing and painting of hands. I will offer tips and help in constructing an oversized canvas. I work in a variety of mediums as in oil, graphite, pastel, colored pencils, ink, acrylic, clay and many other special projects. In addition to my art, I will offer help with unique faux finishes on interior walls.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Clay Sculptures... Made by Hand

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Steel Jungle Abstract

This oil painting is 6 feet in width and 5 feet in height.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Past Portraits

This was my first portrait that I painted in oils. I see many mistakes that I wish I would have corrected...but all in all, I am still intrigued by the sadness in the eyes, the shadows on the face and the simplicity of it.

My second portrait that I did of myself and my third born, Jennifer.

American Indians

I love to work in pencil...no mess...and you can stop and pick up right where you left off. Although this was my first attempt in drawing

Indians....I still love that it shows the generation as it processes.

A simple drawing of a feather was used for the label on the CD and the other drawing was used for

Saturday, April 21, 2007

The works of a pencil

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Tree Lovers ... Sculpture 20" tall

Here is a love story for you ... My Tree People. : )

Hurt by others, they stood alone ... wounded in the forest.

Living always apart, they struggled each day ...to find the strength to live on.
They kept their faith...even though it was not easy...and always longing to be like all others.

Many cold nights they stood alone ... but knew ... that with each new day.....they would feel the sun's warmth once again.

Days turned into weeks....weeks turned into months...months turned into years.

Day after day....was the same....until a violent storm came their way.
Their bodies grew weak and they were afraid.
No matter how hard they tried to stand on their own... they started to fall.

Suddenly.... and to a pleasant surprise .....they fell into each others arms.
Little did know ... that they were always only inches apart.

Her gentle limb would reach up to touch his face.....yet knowing ... it was no longer there. That was the moment...they began to see each other with their hearts.
My love...he whispered so softly to her..........come stand close to me. She stood so close to him, until they became the strongest tree of all.

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I got this idea from holding hands, believe it or not. I think that when you hold hands, your palms have a sensual and magical touch.