Many farmers were adding hormones to the feed of chickens and cows in order to speed up weight gain or, in the case of cows, to produce more milk. Was this addition to the food chain having other consequences?
This artwork called “Still-life at 3 AM” was a result of being in pain. When I was in my late 30’s, I began to have more and more pain, especially at night in my legs. That made getting a good night’s sleep almost impossible. I have always been a “sensitive” type, cutting labels out ofContinue reading “Fibromyalgia”
My artist friends discovered a wonderful arts and crafts school in the mountains of Tennessee called Arrowmont. It was also a place to go for one or two weeks in the summer and “get away from it all”, concentrating on nothing but art all day. Someone else cooked the meals, the cabins needed no cleaning,Continue reading “Motherhood”
In the 1970’s and 80’s no one talked about PMS, Premenstrual Syndrome. I had gotten into photography, taking classes at the community college where I taught art. Photography wasn’t as easy then as it is today. Everything was on film. We took our film out of the camera in the dark, hoping to not dropContinue reading “PMS”
“I’m Fine. How are You?” is an oil painting done on a 36″x 36″ canvas, based on a photo I did of myself for a calendar poster called, “Premenstrual Syndrome”. (That’s another story we will save for later.) The Ten Women in Art, a group of which I was a member, was asked to doContinue reading “I’m Fine. How are You?”
His name was Woodrow (named for the President, Woodrow Wilson). He was a city boy from Meridian, Mississippi, and came to Alabama as a part of the Civilian Conservation Corps, which was part of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s New Deal, founded as a relief to unemployment during the Great Depression. Later, our father would tell usContinue reading “His Name was Woodrow”
My name is Nancy Strange Seib. As of recent, I sign my work, N.Se. I have lived in Cocoa Beach, Florida for over fifty years, but I grew up in Alabama. Who am I? Well, that is a difficult question. I am a mother, a step-mother, a retired college art instructor, and a person whoContinue reading “My name is …”