I am a bionic woman. Seven years ago I thought I had pancreatic cancer. Surgeons wanted to remove my spleen, gallbladder and a big portion of my pancreas. It is a very long, boring and terrifying story but in the end I am happy to say that I am FINE. How did doctors...
Pastel Is a tactile medium. My daughter actually doesn’t like the feel of pastels on her fingers. And I simply love it. It is funny because she used to play the guitar and I could not stand the feel of the strings against my fingers. To each their own. I...
I am crabby. Crabby, crabby, crabby… I was so crabby that I could not write a blog on time this week. I tried. The sentences would not come. The ideas would not appear. Write, write, write… yuk. Hmmm. Paint, paint paint… bleah. Children ran away as I...
And just like an an awkward teenage girl, when a line grows up it can get curvy. I had written before about compound curves, and how curves “changing directions” can be so useful. Curves can tell the story of form and especially space. And again, they can...
A line is the most powerful tool in art. Think about it. A line can show where an object starts and stops. It can express a curve in the simplest form. It can show weight, depth or dimension. A good line can be full of feeling. A great line can make others feel it....
There is something inherently powerful about welding a brush… It is a magic wand. A conductor’s baton. A judge’s gavel. A wooden sword of possibility. And on some days, when I am feeling bruised and a bit lost standing in front of a nearly empty...
