Many artists depend on the “magic to happen” when they work, but I have always let my conscious mind get into the act, way too early. I often start with a pre-conceived idea and then I try to find a way to work toward that idea. This often leads to something closer to an illustrationContinue reading “UNIVERSE of the MIND”
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Teenagers
Well, you want them to think for themselves, don’t you? Well, don’t you? Not really. You want them to take your valuable advice and not drive you crazy. I have wonderful children. They made it out of those years alive and well and I love them dearly. But, really, those were difficult times! All ofContinue reading “Teenagers”
Other Windows
After posting the last blog called “Windows”, I started noticing how many of my art works included windows. This painting of clouds includes a photo I took of my feet (my best feature, by the way). I framed them in a window which I placed in a cloud. My husband’s daughter, Barbara, wants me toContinue reading “Other Windows”
Windows
This photo was taken at Arrowmont, the arts and crafts school I mentioned earlier. I envisioned the image as a multiple, with the last photo of the grid being the empty rocker. I wanted to frame it in an old window. The trouble was I did not have an old window, which I mentioned toContinue reading “Windows”
Fibromyalgia
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”
PMS
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”
His Name was Woodrow
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”
Art with a Story 