Archive for March, 2010

Spring Emergence

Spring Emergence - A Grizzly Returns Home

I’ve never been much of a ‘Spring Has Sprung’ kind of gal. I prefer three seasons – Summer, Fall, and Winter. Probably because my ‘homes’ have never had much of a Spring.

In North Carolina, Spring lasts a month and then turns to Summer. In Wyoming, Spring (early June?) lasts two weeks and turns to Summer. Out here in the Wild West, the joke is that we have two seasons … Winter – and the Fourth of July.

To Grizzly Bears, however – there is a Spring. And their Spring begins now. Now, when they begin to emerge from their dens: The Papas – looking for food and sport. The Mamas – teaching their babies how to survive.

I was a bit like a Grizzly yesterday – antsy to ‘emerge.’ So I took a quick late afternoon drive down to the Northfork of the Shoshone River to take a few pictures. My goal was to come home with a photo I could use to create a digital piece in honor of the Grizzlies I love so well.

There was something about the stark outline of the mountains against this cloud-rolling sky that compelled me to stop and preserve this moment in time …

No Grizzly in this photo – but I have photoshop, and the photo was a good beginning for what I had in mind. It just needed a lot more ‘Pop.’ Due to time contraints (a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do) – I decided to try out Filter Forge. I chose a copper filter, reduced the settings, and came up with this – which I love because it reminds me of the magnum and lava still boiling beneath the earth where I live …


If you study the above filter, you can almost see the lava. I was especially intrigued by the ‘lava pool’ – Do you see it? Near the bottom right – that sort of swirling copper-black-& beige ‘cloud’? It would soon become a small focal point above the bear.

Using Photoshop, I placed the copper filter above the original image using 30% opacity. Then I painted in blues & coppers with a soft brush on top of the filter, and added a contrast of 48%.

On the next layer, I duplicated the copper filter and changed the opacity to 50%. Then, I added Mr. Grizzly – transformed waaaaay down to mini-size. And Voila!

I love Grizzlies, Photoshop, and Filter Forge! If you have never tried Filter Forge and you love playing with filters I urge you to check it out. If you’ve never checked out a Grizzly, though – proceed with caution!

Happy Trails!

Deb Trotter ~ Cowboy’s Sweetheart Artist

* I have no professional affiliation with Filter Forge. I will not (unfortunately) receive a free product, nor any financial compensation from Filter Forge. I simply think Filter Forge is a fabulous tool for artists & photographers … and I don’t know how I ever lived without it!

Nothing says “Wild West” like The Autry Museum

My treasured friend, artist, and mentor – Sas Colby – sent me this video about The Autry’s upcoming exhibit, “Women of The West.”

It’s a fun reminder that there is a little bit of Cowgirl in every woman. Enjoy!

Deb Trotter ~ Cowboy’s Sweetheart Artist

Life is a bit like taking photographs.

The days come and go. You fall into that same old routine. And you wonder – Where did the inspiration go?

It’s right around the corner. You just have to walk one more block. Turn one more corner. Take one more picture – either with your eyes or with your camera. And suddenly, inspiration is right in front of you.

I found this little treasure of vintage inspiration in Fromberg, Montana, on the same same day I discovered cowgirl boots on a mailbox – the day the shadows called.

Like most old, forgotten towns – much of Fromberg is like life. Each little block – or each little day – can seem the same. It doesn’t have to be that way. Turn a different corner, and there’s the answer.

My answer was this old Blacksmith Shop. Or Livery stable … or Dray and Feel Stable. Whatever it was – or is – it had to be captured.

Back home, studying this photo on my computer, I felt the same sense of wonder I had experienced when I discovered this old building. It reminded me of an old postcard, but it called for alteration – a dreamy quality I felt but couldn’t quite see.

Photoshop came to the rescue. Filters. Filters. And more filters. And then – magically – the picture conveyed what it was meant to be. A dream from some other time, soft and worn. Rusty and forgotten. And oh – the shadows!

Had I not ventured down one more street in Fromberg that afternoon, I would have missed it.

Sometimes I spend my days wandering – wondering – Where Is The Inspiration?

It’s right around the corner, pardner. Follow the shadows one more block – one more thought – and there it is.

Are you willing to walk one more block?

Deb Trotter – Cowboy’s Sweetheart Artist

Cowgirl Boots & Brands

Cowgirl Boots & Brands ©Deb Trotter~Cowboy’s Sweetheart

Howdy, pardners. Here we are on another manic Monday – and what could be better than beginning the week with a great photo?

Sepia tones and intriguing, friendly shadows. Vintage Cowgirl Boots, propped upon the base of a rustic mailbox. And a stucco wall – hand painted with old western ranch brands. I mean, how lucky did I get? Something in my gut made me grab my camera that day – I guess that little rascal of a Kodak was ready, as he did everything I needed quite readily. (Such has not always been the case.)

I love taking photos – especially of the things I obsess over. For years I’ve been determined to stop in Fromberg, Montana. Walk Fromberg’s main street before the sun is completely out, and you’ll likely notice a sort of eerie stillness. There are intriguing western buildings – many of them empty – that would make perfect cowboy shops or little cafes. They do have one thriving business there … a Cowboy Bar.

The buildings are obviously old and worn – the sidewalks still boast wooden planks. My cowgirl boots scuff along them, and for some reason it feels good – I like the sound they make. Once a bustlng little cowtown, Fromberg is midway between Cody, Wyoming and Billings, Montana. It’s pretty run down at first glance – but if you look more closely you begin to see that there is plenty of Old West architecture, legend, and lore.

I took this photo just as the snow was melting – stepping over the puddles, I noticed the shadows. I’ve always followed shadows. Out here they change from minute to minute, so you have to seize every possible photo the minute the shadows begin their creepy movements – morphing what you think you see into what is really there.

“I thought most of the Old West was dead and gone,” you say.

“Wrong,” I insist. “You need to bring your camera and stop off at Fromberg on your way to Cody. When you come – bet you’ll be bitten by the photography bug and those sneaky shadows. But you’ll be glad it happened.”

I was more than glad I followed the call of the shadows that day. I’ll be sharing some more Fromberg photos later this week. Stay tuned and read up on your branding symbols.

Deb Trotter ~ Cowboy’s Sweetheart Artist

Cowgirl Tribute To Mary Engelbreit

“Bunk Down With A Real Cowboy” © 2009 Deb Trotter, Cowboy’s Sweetheart

If a Wild West Cowgirl met Mary Engelbreit, she’d likely be inspired by Mary’s bright colors, sassy attitude, and shrewd art licensing advice. And I’ll just bettcha that same Cowgirl would come away from the experience all fired up and re-energized … inspired by Mary’s approach to art and life.

Well, you’re looking at that Cowgirl, pardner. After listening to Tara Reed’s interview with Mary Engelbreit last night, I am fully confident that the trail I’m ridin’ … the path I’ve chosen … is the right one.

While listening to Mary – and tweeting with other licensed artists about her at the same time – it seemed as if we were all sitting around a campfire listening to a famous rodeo cowgirl sharing her story. It made me think about a piece I created for one of my Buckaroo Bags, celebrating Buffalo Bill’s historic Irma Hotel located here in Cody, Wyoming.

Mary Engelbreit and Buffalo Bill Cody seem to have the same zest for life … the same ’stick to-it-ness’ … the same clever head for business. They both burst with joy. When I created “Bunk Down With A Real Cowboy,” I renounced the classic ‘Deb Trotter’ hues of browns, sepias, and rusts – choosing instead to paint with bright yellow, turquoise, and red. The result seemed … well … Happy.

Happy. Truly happy. Maybe not as happy as Mary Engelbreit’s “Life is just a chair of Bowlies” – but truly happy in the Cowgirl sense of the word.

My favorite quotes from Mary last night?

“Even if you can’t make big money licensing your art, do it because you LOVE it.”
“Never devalue your own art or sell yourself short.”
“Hire a lawyer & have a contract 4 everything – even if it’s with your own mother!”

You may listen to the recording Tara Reed’s Ask Call with Mary Engelbreit by clicking here.

If you’re like those of us who were there last night, you’ll be undaunted in the belief that who you are and what you create is both meaningful – and valuable. You CAN be successful – and perhaps even a ‘hot commodity’ in the Art Licensing world.

It’s a good thing to know.

Thanks, Mary! (and Tara!)

Deb Trotter ~ Cowboy’s Sweetheart Artist

How Mom Made Me A Better Artist

Author: Deb Trotter

~all artwork, including patterns & imagery are © Deb Trotter, Cowboy’s Sweetheart~

My mom’s birthday was last week. I made this special little birthday card to celebrate the kind of woman – and mother – she is.

Shirley (Mom) has been one of the creative forces in my life – as well as someone who taught me to work hard and believe in myself. In short, Mom made me a better artist.

In many ways, Shirley and I are very different.

Shirley has never slipped into a pair of Cowgirl Boots. Never been west of Tennessee until my family moved to Wyoming. Never been crazy ’bout a lot of the things I am: Cowboys & Cowgirls. Buttes & Mesas. Animals – except for dogs (Grandpappy & Daddy used to call ‘em Dawgs).

Unlike me, Shirley detests science fiction and movies that don’t have happy endings. ‘Adventure’ is a foreign (and scary) word. She has no use for anything that she can make – or do – herself. I guess when Mom grew up as the youngest of ten children – on a farm, way back in the hills of North Carolina – she had to learn to be resourceful.

But being creative and determined? That’s where Mom and I join souls. Improvising – being canny and inventive – are the skills Shirley taught me by example.

When I was in grammar school a few of my little friends and I would ‘play’ fairy princess. I wanted a Crown to take to school for recess … I always was a dreamer. And Shirley came up with the perfect solution – a magical Crown constructed from a detergent box, sewn and covered with fabric – and embellished with old buttons, rocks, and a few stray beads. I was the envy of the playground.

When Barbie was new and all the rage, some of my friends had every Barbie/Mattel accessory imaginable. There was no money in our household for frivolous things, but it didn’t matter. I had Shirley. I also had a Barbie dresser made from a Crisco can with lace around the edges, tied up with ribbon. The tin lid made the perfect mirror.

Shirley’s creative solutions continued throughout my life. My sophomore year in high school, we majorettes were dying for new uniforms to ’supplement’ the traditional (as in army, brass-button-inspired) jackets and skirts. Our head majorette came back from baton school with some great ideas, and mom was the natural choice to construct our new look. In the end, not only did we have beautiful Carolina blue and white suede, one-piece uniforms – we had white, maribou covered hats with huge, blue ostrich plumes. We were the envy of every band in the district. Shirley rocked!

Shirley would insist (and when she insists, you listen) that she isn’t artistic. She’s merely practical. She simply did (and does) what she taught herself to do … because she had to. But don’t let her fool you. Mom has a natural knack for color, design, and creativity. She never thought of herself as an Artist. But she is.

Having ‘learned’ from Shirley and my teaching and coaching mentors … having been nourished and inspired by their support and encouragement … that’s how I became who I am. A passionate artist.

Sometimes I am creative out of necessity. Sometimes I am creative because it’s in my blood. And usually, I stubbornly insist that I will never give up until I have achieved my goal.

I admit it – I am becoming my mother. And I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be.

I celebrate all the Shirleys of the world. You may have your own Shirley.

Happy Birthday, Shirley! I love you.

Deb Trotter ~ Cowboy’s Sweetheart Artist

snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflake snowflakeThis site is protected by WP-CopyRightPro