Shall I call it “UNBAGGING”? I told you that you would never guess my source photo, in the last post’s images. Well here it is: . Here’s the deal: I was ready to take Kleo for her daily walk, mask on, prepared to face the outside world. I had just finished watching (another) horrible newscastContinueContinue reading “The Unveiling!”
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MAKING ART to QUIET MY NERVES!!!
I don’t know about you , but I’ll starting to feel it…It’s like a weak electric current close to the floor , strengthening as each day passes… More awful news, more isolation and “distancing”-the current gets a little stronger moving to the top of my legs now. I’m getting antsy, and even though I haveContinueContinue reading “MAKING ART to QUIET MY NERVES!!!”
An Awakening
Sleep has been a constant goal for me since I put down drugs and copious amounts of alcohol. Yet it has been the most evasive and endangered of species, teasing me with scattered glimpses of it’s eternal beauty. Oh, how I have longed for it’s soothing embrace, and so have everyone I have contact with;ContinueContinue reading “An Awakening”
Feeling at War with Myself
I have been languishing here, letting myself fall off the edge of sanity for a while. Is it physical?emotional?spiritual? No, not spiritual, for I feel close to my Creator. I just feel diminished, somehow, like my life’s blood has been watered down. Perhaps when the rainy season ends I will blossom again. Till then, myContinueContinue reading “Feeling at War with Myself”
All the Comforts of Home
I love to paint old furniture. Old, unloved, forlorn furniture. Abandoned. While my efforts are earnest, I don’t adhere to and “discipline”, such as Tole painting. I love the results of timeless beauty where this discipline is used. But there is something of a rebel in me, an impatient, free-wheeling force to be reckoned with.ContinueContinue reading “All the Comforts of Home”
The Duality of My Artistic Self
Depicting my own image has been a starting point my work from the beginning. As a child my drawings were always of female faces, although I never consciously realized these were reflections of me. Even then, in my earliest work, the duality of my nature is blatantly apparent. . The faces I drew were alwaysContinueContinue reading “The Duality of My Artistic Self”
Isolationism
At times the Artist feels so exposed…so unlike the rest…so isolated from the rest of humankind… She express this as ,”Feeling like I am painted Green”.
A Saint Petersburg Artist Resident
It has been an enormously trying year and one half, year and 8 months , actually. I have grown SO much since I have lived here in St. Petersburg, I have learned to believe in myself, and in my ability to survive. As An ARTIST. In my own right, I have put in the footwork, stretchedContinueContinue reading “A Saint Petersburg Artist Resident”

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