The Morning After
It's quiet this morning . . . quite a difference from yesterday afternoon. This is the morning after my first Open Studio since the pandemic, and I can't believe I took no photographs. So as I sit outside the studio, watching a blue jay perch on an empty easel and...
Truth And Dare
My art life has been one of solitude since the pandemic abruptly shifted so much of my perspective, interests and focus. I have stayed grounded in the white sand, aqua waters and blue skies. But this past weekend, I ventured to the quiet side of the panhandle and...
The Green Sweater
A crazy thing happened in the studio yesterday. Well, I think it was a crazy thing. The sun was streaming in the windows, warming the 60's outside to 70's inside, and there I was, painting with a passion, listening to Christmas music and not really thinking about...
The Ugly Sunflower
It had a rough start on life, coming out of a plastic bag of bird seed, only to be wasted by a careless cardinal. Yet, the little seed luckily dropped in the bird bath water where it sprouted miraculously. I gently planted the little sunflower with the...
The Love Collection
I started the week with a new challenge that has evolved into a new direction that I am loving and thought I'd share. Perhaps you have tried this before, but it's new to me and super helpful. In an effort to introduce a new palette to my work, with Valentine's Day in...
The Dreamers
Here's a new series. I found myself trapped in duplication mode and needed to escape to a dreamier vision of my art day. There is so much freedom in self expression when you don't try so darn hard to duplicate from a photo, to follow some path to an unknown place in...
Family
My sister came up with the idea this year to have me create art for each of my five siblings . . . something which would bring back fond memories of our childhood in New Jersey. At first the thought was to duplicate the same concept six times (I get one, too). It...
Missing My Veteran
If you could choose only one utensil to carry in your pack as you trudged through the jungles of New Guinea, not on a grand hiking adventure, but fighting a war in your mid-20s, what would it be? Daddy always said take a spoon — good for scooping food out of ready...
Home
I left my childhood home when I was 19, believing the U.S. Navy slogan, “It’s not a job. It’s an adventure.” It certainly was, and the adventures have continued. But there really is no place like home. I have a collection of homes, from the east coast to the...
Stay Home But Please Stay in Touch
I hope your home is filled with treasures that bring you joy. Furthermore, I hope your favorite works of art are top on the list of your treasures. They are for me, and I am blessed to have my studio as part of my home. I’ll be helping to slow this monster with extra...