Rarely is the mind quiet when living the art life.
We bring it on ourselves. An artist’s mind is curious and sensitive. We want to know about everything and we want to work out how we feel about it. And share it with the world.
I feel like that little robot with the tagline “need input”, devouring all I can and and craving stimuli. It rumerates around my brain and finds its was to the surface… of the painting. But I don’t paint realism. I translate moods and stories and hopes into my own personal visual code.
Embracing the beauty in everyday things.
Ancient Egyptian history is very intriguing to me.
Contrasting of light and shadow. Great metaphor, too.
Part of Paradise Once
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Favorite trait of an artist.
Big Purple Heart
“There are places I’ll remember all my life….”
I am fortunate to have a phenomenal memory as if my brain is a video recorder making a little home movie for me. Recalling places and occurrences down to minute details is amusing but also very beneficial as an artist. I hope this skill never wanes.
These recollections become subjects for my paintings portrayed in my own abstracted way. The result may seem as if the memory isn’t quite as clear or maybe the aspects that seemed insignificant at the time are the gems that hold the most value.
Always find your way back to where you belong.
Cape Cod 1 and 2
That Farm on Crescent Lake
Idyllic little farm house on a lake, was it a dream?
Cape Cod After Tornado
Mother nature always rejuvenates.
Sienna Waits for Me
All the things that called me as a child: marks, colors, patterns, scraping away layers and carving in textures are the tools I still employ in the technical practice. It is also what makes those things I collect seem precious: the hidden compartments of the magnolia pods, the striations on the rocks long ago stuffed in pockets, skeletonized leaves, rusty bits, feathers, and sticks, bones, and baubles. I’ve moved many times and purged often. I let go of dining room sets and bedroom suites but the cast aside treasures still find their way home.
Over Hill and Dale
acrylic on wood panel
Honorable Mention ribbon winner at North Charleston Art Fest. Second ribbon ever. First was for milking a cow at the Eastern States Exposition in 1976.
Almost everyday, I walk the dog around the big pond at the conservation area in my neighborhood. Each visit something different speaks to me. Yellow finches darting about. Roseate Spoonbills! Cranes of all kinds. The light on the water. The path of a snail. I am in awe that I live here so I must capture the beauty somehow.
The teacher in me sees these paintings as a decent illustration of the “abstract painting”. If you thought just a bunch of colors and shapes splashed about, consider these instead. Try to recall your favorite place, not the photographic parts, the sensory ones. What do they look like in that memory.
Do Not Touch What Is Not Yours
Leave only a footprint.
Never looked so pretty.
it is Encaustic but it has to live in the pond series.
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My mother was an avid gardener who knew the plants by their Latin names. I started gardening after my second child was born. I knew my baby making days were over. Nurturing bulbs and seeds and communing with Mother Nature keeps me connected to my own mother, motherhood, the sacred feminine, and divine goddess.
Garden by the Sea
Inspired the papery white peel discarded to reveal otherworldly flowers. Who knew something in the onion family could be so beautiful.
Currently on view at the 130th Anniversary Show National Association of Women Artists in New York City.
acrylic on paper
Abstracts and portraits here were created in the ancient method of encaustic.
Beeswax is melted and used as a binder for the paint pigment. Each patch of color and layer of detail needs to be fused with a heat gun or butane torch.
It is a complicated process but the luminous colors make it so worth it.
The origins of encaustic painting reach back to the ancient Greeks and Egyptians. Traditionally this medium was used to create Fayum Funeral Portraits. Since wax is a preservative and the binder for this painting method, these works have survived through history.
Encaustic, 6x9, $225
Waiting Out Irma
Portrait, encaustic, Man
This man is reflecting on his life. Paired with the boy below and others not shown they create a poetic story on the passage of time. It was painted the year I turned 50 and my first born son turned 25. How could it be that he so swiftly became the age I was at his birth
Mother Nature, Father Time
Mother Nature, my favorite superhero. This is the first painting in the Mother Nature Series.
Defender of the earth. Humans are no match for her fury. She thinks she is the exception but Father Time waits for no one. It is a race. Will humans realize what they have to lose before irreparable damage is rendered
From Robert Frost poetry. While monitoring study hall, I would draw my students.