The Carter Holman Blog

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Making it Your Own

I always enjoy it when you send me
pictures from your homes
to see how everyone
has their own unique style
the things they collect
the colors
how they are arranged.
Of course it is especially fun for me to see
how you make my art work part of your creation.
It gives me ideas.

Every once in awhile I receive a picture.
And I do post them here and there.
I'd like to see more.
Please send me your pictures.
It will be fun to see and share with one and others.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Little Steps stiched by Melissa Shirley painted by Linda Carter Holman

Melissa Shirley Has been translating my work
into needle point for several years.
I always enjoy seeing the hand painted needle point canvases
she makes. I like working with her because see is always
trying something new. Experimenting-I imagine because
it's fun. I'm like that too.
She just sent me this "Little Steps" completed.
I enjoy seeing the process.
Wish I had a picture of the painted canvas to show,
but you can imagine.
Or if you are really interested you can go look on line.

Melissa, I think you really caught the essence
of the painting, and the way you bound the edges is perfect.
Thanks for letting me play with you.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Linda Carter Holman Red Shoe Studio

The new paintings in the studio July, 2011

Friday, July 22, 2011

Sister Boots-- and the dance goes on

46" by 24"

Ode to the Flower Song

The Flower Tree

Begin the song in pleasure, singer, enjoy, give

pleasure to all, even to Life Giver. Yyeo ayahui


Delight, for Life Giver adorns us. All the flower

bracelets, your flowers, are dancing. Our songs

are strewn in this jewel house, this golden

house. The flower tree grows and shakes,

already it scatters. the quetzal breathes honey,

the golden flamingo breathes honey. Ohuaya,


You have transformed into a flower tree, you

have emerged, you bend and scatter. You have

appeared before god's face as multicolored

flowers. Ohuaya, ohuaya.

Live here on Earth, blossom! As you move and

shake, flowers fall. my flowers are eternal, my

songs are forever: I raise them: I, a singer. I

scatter them, I spill them, the flowers become

gold: they are carried inside the golden place.

Ohuaya, ohuaya.

Flowers of raven, you scatter, you let

them fall in the house of flowers. Ohuaya,


Ah, yes: I am happy, I prince Nezahualcoyoti,

gathering jewels, wide plumes of quetzal, I

contemplate the faces of jades: they are the

princes! I gaze into the face of eagles and

jaguars, and behold the faces of jades and

jewels! Ohuaya, ohuaya.

We will pass away. I Nezahualcoyoti, say,

enjoy! Do we really live on earth? Ohuaya,


Not forever on earth, only a brief time here! Even

jades fracture; even gold ruptures, even quetzal

plumes tear: Not forever on earth: only a brief

time here! Ohuaya, ohuaya.

Hungry Coyote

Red Cloud--oil on canvas

26" by 26"
This paintings begins a series on dance.
The idea I have right now
is that there is a dance in every moment.

Could be a little bird in the tree.
There is joy to be found in every moment.

Awake--- oil on canvas

14" by16"