This is the sign on the back on my bathroom door. It was written by my youngest daughter when she was about 10 years old. She was already a year into writing her first novel by then. Yes- her first novel. She carried around a pink notebook and she would write in it...
Every Thursday night I get to draw the model. Right next to the old cotton mill I live in is the Greenville Center for Creative Arts. On Thursday evenings from 6 – 8pm I have set up Open Figure Sessions. The nice thing about that is that there is no...
I’ve never been one to hang awards on my wall…. Not exactly sure why. I have been in other artists’ homes and I have seen paintings with ribbons and award certificates lining the hallways. I guess that is not me. I think it may have started from a severe...
And so it ends with me….. My dad had a heavy, silver metal flashlight. In my mind It is synonymous with my childhood. When there was a storm and a power outage (which I loved) we reached for it and candles. There is something magical about dancing around with a...
Strength. It comes from a place deep within. And everyone I have ever met who I deem as strong has had laughter as their main weapon. A positive outlook. A belief the next day will get better. It defeats illness and loss, grief and despair. Endurance is needed...
