Showing posts with label Cezanne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cezanne. Show all posts

Sunday, July 1, 2018

I make concrete balls when I'm not #amwriting #suspense novels. Want to join me?

Some of you asked how I made the concrete balls for my yard art. Here you go!  

What motivated me to become a ball-maker?  Cost was primary.  I would have to pay from $80 to more than $600 to buy cement globes, even if shipping were free.  The bigger they are, the more expensive.  The biggest ball I made, using a basketball as a mold, was fourteen inches in diameter.  I also made six, eight, and ten inch spheres.

I started by buying cheap glass globes for lighting.  A hardware store should have six, eight and maybe ten inch diameter glass ones for you.  DO NOT USE ACRYLIC.  The glass breaks easily after the concrete is set; acrylic might be hard to break without damaging the concrete ball.  You’ll pay up to $10 for the ten inch glass globe.

For a larger 14 inch mold, I used a cheap basketball I bought from Walmart for $5.00. You need heavy rubber that ‘stands’ on it’s own after you’ve cut out a hole and let the air out (hint: cut out the air nodule…make a hole about the size of the neck of a lighting globe)

(Caution: wear a mask, protective glasses and gloves when you work with cement.) 

Buy white mortar from your local hardware store along with gray liquid coloring.  You decide if you want all the globes to be the same color, or a variety of white/shades of gray.  Mix the mortar with water (and dye) to give it the smooth consistency of a  milkshake. Small batches are easier to manage; I used a special stirrer on the end of a drill to mix mine more easily. Some may want to mix in sand or tiny rocks for texture. 

SPRAY THE INSIDE OF THE LIGHTING GLOBES WITH PAM OR SILICON SPRAY.  No need to put lubricant inside of the rubber ball.

Set the mold in sand or dirt to distribute weight (I put some in planters as you can see), and especially for the rubber basketball, to keep the ball round in form. Pour mortar into the globe (or basketball).  I bought a plastic, wide-mouth funnel to make this easier.

Let cure for at least 48 hours.  Place whole mold in a plastic bag and with protective glasses on, begin banging on the glass to break it off. You’ll have some bits to work on at the end of the process. Be sure to get all glass pieces off so you don’t cut yourself.

You can smooth, even shine the surface, by using fine sandpaper, but I like the natural, rough look.

The picture below shows my final products.  In my next blog entry, I’ll show you where I’ve placed my globes in my new landscape.


Here are some DIY takes from Google:


My hero in CÉZANNE’S GHOST http://a.co/bQdl7jp is a budding sketch artist. In fact, the ghost of post-impressionist PAUL CÉZANNE, lurks throughout this mystery novel.  

We’re all artists in our own way…and now I can say I ‘sculpt’ concrete balls!




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Friday, September 1, 2017

What Kind of a Tourist Are You? by Rolynn Anderson

I’m deep into the second release week of Cézanne’s Ghost, so forgive my many digressions.  My first announcement: I have a giveaway going on Linda Carroll-Bradd’s blog today, where all you have to do to get into the drawing is comment on novels that take you to exotic settings.  Like it…or would you prefer your novels were set in the USA?  If you’d take a moment to tweet about that preference discussion, I’d be grateful.  Here’s the tweet:

#Giveaway of an new #romanticsuspense e-book.Do you like novels with exotic settings? Leave response on http://blog.lindacarroll-bradd.com/interview/guest-interview-of-rolynn-anderson/ 1 winner!

Now, jump on over to http://blog.lindacarroll-bradd.com/interview/guest-interview-of-rolynn-anderson/ Comment, and you’ve got a chance to win an e-book of Cézanne’s Ghost. I’m calling my book Une turner de page; Une Grand Evasion, Danger et Amour à Aix.  (A page turner, a great escape; danger and love in Aix).  J Everything sounds better in French!

I have digressed.  Here's my topic for the day.  Aix-en-Provence is the setting of my novel, where an American tour guide, once Trip Advisor five-star rated, is suddenly losing tourists on his watch.  Where did they go?  And why does the FBI consider him a suspect?



What I want to know from you, more specifically, those of you who travel in the U.S. or abroad: Do you buy the services of tour guides when you travel to a foreign site?  My husband and I favor organized outings more and more these days; in fact, it was a trip to Normandy, France, that inspired my hero in Cézanne’s Ghost.  Our guide was a pro, highly rated online.  He also gave us lots of time to ourselves, to explore the sites, acutely aware the group had done their homework, and each individual/couple had certain goals in mind for the adventure.  Point is, he knew how to individualize tours.



Recently, in Quebec City, Canada (Quebec Province), one of my favorite tours was led by a culinary expert, who squired my sister and me and six other tourists, to the best, most interesting café’s and restaurants in the town.  We sampled specialties in each venue.  Yum!

The question is:  Are you the type to go it alone when you travel?  If you favor tours, do you remember a tour guide who did a good job for you?    

Cézanne’s Ghost-e-book and print… http://a.co/bQdl7jp

Three young American women vanish in 
Aix-en-Provence, France.
The FBI suspects their American tour guide.
Leon Beaudet, formerly a U.S. Olympic wrestler, is proud of his five-star guide business, but when tourists disappear on his watch, the FBI dredges up a violent episode in Leon’s past and tap him for the crime. Worse, his new tour group includes Aline Kerig, who is as beautiful and carefree as the three missing women. Leon is fascinated and puzzled by Aline even while he fears for her safety. She refuses to go back to the States, forcing the FBI and local police to involve her in the hunt.
           With the French tourist industry about to collapse and Leon as a prime suspect, how does he protect Aline and find his lost tourists?

Eight Suspense Novels Spiked with Romance and Exotic Settings
Cézanne’s Ghost-e-book and print… http://a.co/bQdl7jp
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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Two Tales of Serendipity for this Suspense Author by Rolynn Anderson

My unusual story about the ‘seed’ for Cézanne’s Ghost:
Strange to say, but the woman who inspired me to write Cézanne’s Ghost is not someone I know. My train from Paris to Aix-en-Provence stopped for a time at a station, giving passengers a few moments to step off their car for a stretch or a smoke. I remained on the train, people-watching. A young blonde woman, dressed in jeans, a cream-colored tunic, and a black cowboy hat with a glittery gold hatband, caught my eye. I watched her interact with other people for no more than four minutes, yet something about her jump-started a riff in my imagination. Eventually, I named her Aline, the heroine of Cézanne’s Ghost.

I already told you about how I ‘found’ a picture of Aline:
Jeff Haines, is the artist I contacted because I wanted to put one of his sketches on the front of Cézanne’s Ghost.  When we first talked on e-mail, he said he hadn’t worked with a novelist who wanted cover art before.  Basically, he does custom drawings.  The price he gave me was impossible for me to pay, so I passed on the picture.  But I liked the picture so much, I decided to contact him again and negotiate.  I explained to him how I would use the picture and how authors like me are selling very few books.  He said he liked the artist-to-artist relationship and gave me I price I could pay.



So here’s a description of Aline from Cézanne’s Ghost:
The moment Leon saw her, framed by the doorway of the airport express bus, his inclination was to rush to the opening, push her backward, signal the driver to close the door, and wave the shuttle out of the dock.
“She can’t be mine. Don’t let her be mine,” he begged under his breath, while his heartbeat kicked up a notch, warning: She’s yours, Leon. She’s your tourist.
The woman hoisted a backpack, hopped off the bus, and walked his way, eyes focused on the sign he held, with ‘Aline Kerig,’ printed on it. She was a ghost sauntering toward him; how could he muster a welcome?
“Leon Beaudet. My guide.”
Though she vocalized the silent ‘t’ at the end of his French name, like most Americans would, he answered in French: “Bienvenue à Aix-en-Provence.”
Aline blinked away the greeting. “I speak no French, but back at ya.” She raised her black cowboy hat, and ran appraising eyes from his hair down to his boat shoes. “Trip Advisor did not lie. You even look like a heavyweight wrestler.” She cozied up close and smiled up at him, “Hell you make me look downright petite.”
            A half smile for politeness, a step back, then: “Uh-leen,” he said, pronouncing carefully. “As in Aline, the name chosen for Cézanne’s granddaughter.”
She nodded.
“Good handle in Aix-en-Provence since this was the artist’s favorite haunt.” He paused for a response. When Aline gave him a big-deal look, he said, “Let’s get your bags.”
They waited in silence while passengers arriving from the Aix airport hauled luggage from the belly of the bus. She fiddled with her nose ring and brought a finger to the brilliant decorations on her ear, five silver studs. Six on the other lobe.
“I travel light. Backpack and carry-on.”
“Smart,” he said.
When she pushed down her black hat, gilded with a gold band, her straight blond hair lengthened to her shoulder. “I know how to travel. First time on a European tour, though.” She clicked her tongue in a way that was sexual as well as cautionary. “Hope you’re as good as Trip Advisor says.”
Leon’s chest tightened with the click and the flirty tone.
Aline stepped up to the bus to claim her black roll-on, and Leon observed her stylish ripped jeans and flip-flops, cardboard-thin. Red tank top; braless. While Leon wore a zipped jacket over a polo shirt and khaki pants in the fifty-five degree morning, Aline Kerig dressed for the beach.
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Yup, Aline is going to be a handful.  Get ready for some surprises in Cézanne’s Ghost. What's the last thing that surprised you in conjuring a story?

Only a couple weeks of waiting and you’ll be able to read the novel.  Until then, here’s my most recent release: BAD LIES http://a.co/0DuYNPn:



Italy’s haunted caves spell danger for an American golfer and a NATO geologist
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Sophie Maxwell is a late-blooming, unorthodox golfer, and mother of a precocious thirteen year-old. Determined to put divorce, bankruptcy, and a penchant for gambling in her past, Sophie goes to Italy for a qualifying golf tournament.

Jack Walker turned his back on a pro golfing career to become a geologist. As a favor to his ailing father he’ll caddy for Sophie; off hours, he’ll find caves on the Mediterranean coast, suitable for NATO listening posts for terrorist activity.

Someone is determined to stop Jack’s underground hunt and ruin Sophie’s chances to win her tournament.

On a Rome golf course and in the Amalfi coast’s haunted caves, all the odds are stacked against Sophie and Jack.  In their gamble of a lifetime, who wins?

Seven Suspense Novels Spiked with Romance

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