“Courage is the power to let go of the familiar.” -Raymond Lindquist
Last week I tried to focus on slowing down every once in a while in my life. This week I want to slow down in my work.
Today I am hurkle-durkleing…
Understanding light is to understand color.
I love when my art travels….
I am back! Happy New Year.
As I write this I am flying over Texas back to South Carolina.
As I write this I am flying over South Carolina.
I am so happy to be included in Greenville Open Studios this weekend!
As I have gotten older I have repeatedly asked myself one question- “Who am I as an artist?”
Light will travel forever…..
What is glare?
I had the honor of being interviewed for the “Women CEO in Reflection” Podcast. Listen here!
So lets chat more about light…
Last week I was honored to be on the faculty of Pastel LIVE.
Life drawing….like running scales on a piano for a musician, it is crucial.
Pool players become good at the game when they understand one thing- the “angle of incidence.”
Last week I talked about “getting lit” with Eric Rhodes…
So every once in a while I play with creating a more radical surface.
Some more surfaces…
“Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone” -Joni MItchell
This is typically where it begins…the addiction.
This surface comes in many colors.
So if Sennelier LaCarte is the pretty, delicate princess at the ball, then UArt is the party crasher that just showed up on a Harley in black leather.
This is the only time I believe in love at first sight.
Let’s get technical and talk about surfaces.
This weekend my daughter graduates from college.
This Friday is First Fridays of Greenville.
Last week I was in Atlanta.
The new studio space is coming along…
There is power in owning a key.
My son likes rap.
The chin is a golf ball.
And I am not talking about the ones you fly In…
This is the sign on the back of my bathroom door.
Every Thursday night I get to draw the model.
I’ve never been one to hang awards on my walls.
I love new socks….
And so it ends with me…
Life can turn red.
I think Hope is like waiting for a meal when we are hungry. We expect something good to come our way. But our expectations can be shattered like a china plate.
Trust is at the core of who we are as human beings.
Innocence is perhaps that one element that we can never fully recover.
They say that weddings and funerals are the only time when people from all walks of life truly come together. I suggest that art shows do as well…
How we see ourselves can change. Either radically through trauma or through time and aging. The hope is that we can come to realize that we are beautiful at every stage. And at every age.
Love. It makes ya crazy.
The opposite of spirituality is the physical body. And no matter how fit you are, how young, or how invincible you think you are your body can break.
This is the blog that has taken me 2 and a half years to write.
Like a bad penny or a piece of seaglass that finally washes up on shore… I’m back.
I have been silent the last few weeks.
So for the next few weeks I am sharing an interview I did with the Sewickley Gallery and Frame shop.
I love it when new opportunities come my way…
My birthday is this weekend….
Ever cut a loaf of bread with a spoon?
I recently finished a new pastel…
Being an artist is glamorous….not.
I have had this book since I was very little…
Recently a few people had reached out to me to say they loved my recent article in a new Pastel magazine…
One of my favorite paintings is the “Venetian Interior” by John Singer Sargent.
These are the colors I am thinking about this week.
Lots of good stuff to share this week…
My brain can get tangled….
A brilliant artist friend of mine recently sent me an article about composition and asked me what I thought about it.
Putting my hair up means one thing…. I am painting.
When it is time to get serious about working I have to take off any jewelry, wear simple, comfy clothes…
I have to move this year, so I have been keeping an eye out on the houses for sale in my area for a
There was a time not long ago when I looked back on the past 20 years and realized that I gotten
Once Upon a Time there was a young illustrator….
And in the magical land of graphic designers, comic book artists
Happy New Year! I have never been much of a “resolution” kind of gal. When everyone speaks of resolutions
It’s time for pie…
Here in the States we celebrate Thanksgiving. And tomorrow I will be eating too much turkey and pie along
And sometimes I can just paint without all the constraints.
Here is a recent commission.
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?” – Rumi
It was time for Orange…
“Go out on a limb – that’s where the fruit is.” – Bob Ross
Now the path gets rockier…
One thought leads to another…
I recently bought some softboxes from Amazon…
Wrestling a painting into submission is tough…
Sometimes with color you can be “all in.”
I interrupt our regularly scheduled blog on color for a recap from “Quest for The West.”
A good painting has a clearness of thought behind it.
Creating a realistic portrait is tough stuff. Creating a realistic portrait from a photo is nearly impossible.
What is more elusive than a ghost during the daytime? The waterline in a photo…
Eyebrows can be tricky.
When are rules not rules?
Recently I found myself painting a self-portrait.
Sometimes you get to eat your cake and stay in bed too.
I have a companion in my studio…
I read once that the act of walking is constant falling.
A few weeks ago I was asked to do a portrait demo for the INSPIRE Lecture series…
Oh, fine American Cuisine…
Sometimes I get restless.
“I just throw dignity at the wall and think only of the game”
– Suzanne Lenglen- the world’s first female professional tennis player
I found myself recently staring back at an old friend.
“The trouble is, my dear doctor, is that you see, but you do not observe…”
– Sherlock Holmes to Watson
Last Friday I did a zoom lecture.
All light sources have an inherent color.