artist at play
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On My Honor
My original and enduring compass points over nine years of painting have been these: to be playful, get messy, make discoveries, and trust my gut. My overarching guiding principle has been and is to trust the unfolding. I am currently giving heightened/renewed attention to noticing and honoring my own preferences as I paint and giving… Continue reading
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Experiments
I remember learning the rudiments of the scientific method in 6th grade, as a student at the American School in the Hague, the Netherlands, and being paired with a classmate to perform a specified experiment. I remember nothing about our question, research, or hypothesis but I can report my personal conclusion: If you spill acid… Continue reading
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Walking to School
Until the age of ten, I lived in Cranford, NJ, in a little post-war housing tract typical of the times. Through fourth grade, I attended Brookside Place Elementary, walking the four blocks to school every day with my Waverly Place neighborhood friends, walking home for lunch and then back to Brookside—Campbell’s Chicken and Rice Soup… Continue reading
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Another You’ve-Got-Mail Postcard Postscript
In the same measure that I was disappointed when I learned that only 15 of the 24 postcards I mailed to Caroline and Emmy at camp between August 2nd and August 15th actually made it to camp, I have subsequently had great fun having some of the wayward cards—a bit tattered and travel-worn—land back in… Continue reading
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Ready for Hallowe’en
As a kindergartener, I was so excited, and thought I was ready for Hallowe’en when I ordered a robot costume from a Sears catalog. Couldn’t wait to walk around stiff-jointed in my metal costume. But … hahaha! … the costume from Sears was made out of the ubiquitous chintzy fabric of all such costumes, much… Continue reading
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This Little Light of Mine
Instagram fed me a suggested reel by rebelunicorncrafts that caught my eye because I thought granddaughter Emmy and I might have a go at the idea. We didn’t have time, but I bumped into the link again at home and thought, I’ll have a go at it on my own! What looked user friendly in… Continue reading
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Gentle, Buffy!
During the latter part of my growing up years, my family had a honey-colored cocker spaniel to whom we gave the American Kennel name Balmy Knight—Buffy to us. When he might get a bit rambunctious, trending towards out-of-control, our gentle command was, Gentle, Buffy! Though decades have now passed without Buffy, my sisters and I… Continue reading
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UnReel
I want to have on record for myself some still shots of this week’s painting process—a studio souvenir of my time at Lost River. This painting sketch remains an active work in progress, currently on pause while I wend my way back to Massachusetts, but I want its progress to date in my online journal… Continue reading
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Pop-Up Studio
So much gratitude and such a wrap-around internal smile for my little pop-up vacation studio! It all fit inside a pillowcase—a cafeteria tray, sitting on the tray a two-pocket folder of paper, and set on top of the folder a plastic bin with the rest of my selected supplies. Ta da! Continue reading
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Cabin Fever
The expression cabin fever usually connotes a feeling of being angry and bored because you have been inside for too long. For me, however, cabin fever currently refers to the spike in my overall happiness ‘temperature’ as a result of having this simple cabin in a state park set in West Virginia mountains as my… Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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