No Cart, But Lots of Heart
Last week was a bonus week . . . I was gifted with a full week in the studio . . . practicing, playing and picking up the pieces of paintings left unfinished. In other words, although there were struggles, there were also some successes and I found myself feeling good...
My Art Made It To The Museum
Although I never dreamed of having my art hang in an art museum, I have to admit it feels really good . . . and it's going to feel even better when it sells at the Huntsville Museum of Art 29th Gala next month. Their website explains, "The Museum seeks to foster...
Wonderful People
I meet the most wonderful people on this artistic journey of mine. Some stay close for just a short time, yet the connection is so meaningful as they take home a creation that communicated something deeper, along with a cutting or two from the studio garden. Some stay...
Caught in the Rain and Caught in the Moment
You should see my "Hiking Glacier" book. I couldn't possible part with it now. The glossy full-color cover is now a thin film separated from card stock, and all 232 pages are as wavy as the flood of water that filled my backpack. That book survived the coldest,...
A New Perspective
It's always good to get a new perspective . . . to challenge yourself to see, think and feel in a new way, simply so your energy and enthusiasm gets stirred up and you can see what incredible things happen. Found this old photo of me and my sister -- just kids having...
Stop By The Member Tent at ArtsQuest this Weekend
I dropped off a few new paintings at the CAA Member Tent today. What fantastic art from everyone!!! My first ArtsQuest was 19 years ago, when we first moved to the beach. I loved dragging my three sons around on Mother's Day, taking in all the beautiful works from so...
The Color of Love . . . and a granddaughter’s memories
It’s summertime and it’s someone’s birthday in the family. I can see Babci walking to the backyard garden. She always wore a cotton dress, long and loose, covered with an apron. I’m thinking about my grandmothers today as a get ready for another Art...
The Restroom Artist
Not surprisingly, tears fell at a dear friend's memorial service. But joy was also in the air, as I came to realize that each of us touch others in ways we do not realize. I learned that day that not only was my art a catalyst to our friendship, but that...
Balls to the Walls
Going balls to the walls in preparation for ArtWalk tomorrow -- pumpkin balls and meatballs, that is. Throwing in a pepperoni and sun-dried tomato tortellini toss and cranberry-feta pinwheels, along with mozzarella rounds on marinated vegetable kabobs because...
Remembering Why
She was six, sweet and showed me the future in a six-by-six sketch of love. Ila Elizabeth stopped by the gallery last evening for ArtWalk. She wasn't on the hunt for something to eat or drink. She strolled in to see the art. She didn't simply glance...