artist at play
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Up & Down & All Over the Place
Hiking uphill, hiking downhill. Painting paper top end up and top end down. Did I have any idea that these little sketches would rise up out of my imagination and settle down on paper today at the wobbly table in our West Virginia State Park cabin? I did not. ——— A bit of art history—when… Continue reading
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Them Thar Hills
Climbed up one of them thar hills today, step by step by step, hour after hour, and then found our achin’-muscles-watch-out-for-acorns-and-loose-rocks-and-horse-dung way back down ag’in. Gonna sleep well tonight, I tell you what! Continue reading
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Almost Heaven
Almost heaven, West VirginiaBlue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah RiverLife is old there, older than the treesYounger than the mountains, growin’ like a breeze … John Denver Dave and I are in one of our happy places—Lost River State Park in West Virginia, living in a basic cabin for five days, hiking the hills, pausing again and… Continue reading
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The Joy of Process
I am having such a wonderful time working on my newest painting, a few minutes here, a few minutes there. You may recall that I pressed pause once I had the 30 x 30″ canvas prepared with a colored ground. I’d wanted to play with and practice some new approaches in my sketchbook before working… Continue reading
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Trying My Hand
I’m trying my hand at some approaches and techniques I don’t typically use. I’ve got my 30 x 30″ canvas prepped and ready to go with a background mix of phthalo green+ but I decided to play a bit in my sketchbook first on a much smaller scale. Very out of character when it comes… Continue reading
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Saddled Up
I saddled up my horse and got out in God’s country again this afternoon. Look where I went under wide open skies! These sketches are just magical for me! I tape off spaces on a sketchbook page, give my horse rein and a spur in the side, and gallop full speed into intuitive creating. The… Continue reading
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“An Abstraction”
What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. —T.S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton V,” Four Quartets I may have given Henry James short shrift in my high school years, but I selected… Continue reading
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All-Day Steady-Rain Rainy Day
Rain has been tapping on the roof and skylights all the live-long day. But I feel as though I’ve been out hiking up hill and down, into small dales, beside copses, under big skies, along trails, fresh dry air abounding. Thank you, sketchbook, tape, India ink, white gesso, oil pastel, eye dropper, tissue, water brush,… Continue reading
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You’ve Got Mail—or … Not!
Well, those campers whose folks stopped by the camp office on opening day to deposit letters—written in advance—into bins labeled by desired date of delivery probably received all their “mail.” My campers did not fare so well, hahaha! Caroline received only six of the twelve postcards I sent via the United States Postal System; Emmy… 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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