The Hurrier I Go…
THE BEHINDER I GET How true, how true that Pennsylvania Dutch saying is. I squander my art endeavors, rushing from this deadline to that, frazzled, befuddled and unsatisfied. That may … Continue reading The Hurrier I Go…
outrageous, obviously!
THE BEHINDER I GET How true, how true that Pennsylvania Dutch saying is. I squander my art endeavors, rushing from this deadline to that, frazzled, befuddled and unsatisfied. That may … Continue reading The Hurrier I Go…
One just can’t help getting one’s hopes up when entering shows. You read the call, you think “Wow! Piece of Cake! That’s exactly the kind of art I do anyway!” … Continue reading The Big Show
recognizing my BIPOLAR self image I’m in “Wonderland” right now. Been here for a week or so. Time seems to be inching by, my head too heavy to lift off … Continue reading IN the Mirror
“…running to the window, still asleep, she fell thru the glass with a crash…”
‘Progress, not perfection.’ Who said that? I hate you, whoever you are. Because I…WANT…PERFECTION!
I eat a lot of my art. Great flow, free strokes, endless imagination…stuffed in my spare bedroom. “What spare bedroom?” You have a right to ask, especially when the door … Continue reading Eating Art
I should have taken photography classes. I dearly love the medium, and in this day and age I am happy that I can create beautiful images with a smidgen of … Continue reading Thru the Looking Glass: The Optics of Susan
Stuck in the Barnyard “OLD McDONALD HAD A COMMISSION…Oh no, Oh no, Oh no……”
Originally posted on Out of the Gutter Art:
Running full tilt thru each day leaves no time for reckoning no time to breathe or seek relief till exhaustion stops the…
My Dad had many facets. If I only saw the ones that shined like diamonds…is that so wrong? I spent my tiny days laughing in his orbit, his aura was … Continue reading In His Eyes
Does it matter to an art collector what the artist was experiencing in her mind at the moment a work was conceived? Or is the final product just that: A … Continue reading Dreams into Reality into Dreams
“He bandaged my broken hands that had beaten down my own hopes…”