The Part I Hate
opening my eyes in the morning The pain is there, in the daylight, waiting for me. So backwards I mentally scramble, back into the sheltering darkness…but its too late. The … Continue reading The Part I Hate
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A Day of Possibility
Finding a new project is an enlightening occurrence. Feeling exhilaration and anticipation. Where will my imagination take me? I feel new ideas stirring, a freestyle mood calling. Out of darkness … Continue reading A Day of Possibility
How Do I Always Get Here…How Do I Leave?
“one project done, the next begun: all clarity-no haze…”
NESTING SEASON
a time for cozy blankets, warm spiced teas and gentle thoughts Here in southwest Florida, on the “Sun Coast”(every few miles of coastline has a nickname) , we have been … Continue reading NESTING SEASON
The Ryan Licht Sang Bipolar Foundation and ME!
A Founding Artist of the Permanent Collection Due to the pandemic INSIGHTS IV was pushed forward to October 2021, again held at the Zolla Liebermann Gallery in Chicago. I wish … Continue reading The Ryan Licht Sang Bipolar Foundation and ME!
Now We Know
” Like a baby bird fallen from it’s nest, I want to fix her…”
Lately I Been Dreamin’
Had to take a break from pushing out too much work, too fast. I’m going to linger on this one particular work. Treating it like an oil painting, a touch … Continue reading Lately I Been Dreamin’
I’m Feeling Sheepish Tonight…Are Ewe?
“So here are some doodles…glimpses into the lighthearted, childlike creative I am…”
I CAN’T QUIT ARTING!!!
Woe Is Me! First I can’t Gogh and then I have to Gaugin! I’m sorry, I just had to ‘go’ there. It is true. I am under compulsion to express … Continue reading I CAN’T QUIT ARTING!!!
Totally Spent
“Knowing you did your level best to create something worthy…”
They Devour Our Pain
It’s been brought to light (as if it wasn’t already known!) that the more gruesome and violent a subject is, the more the general public want it. This type of … Continue reading They Devour Our Pain
The Curling Tendrils All around me , I see the memories. The whispers of my love, echoed through the years. Images of the place we lived, when all of us … Continue reading
A Long Lost Love
“Art class with the finest teacher…I did not think I liked the man…”
HURT
“…my face is not bright yellow, my eyes not tiny black dots, my mouth not a thin and crooked black line?”
What You Made Me Feel (Blue-Eyed Johnny)
“I am just a memory, dead in the dust, gone like the wisp of smoke that curled from the tip of the gun that killed me…”
Out of the Gutter Art 