Her America. Getting ready to say goodbye to an art piece & realizing that I’m feeling some kind of way.
It has me whispering to myself & posting this out loud. Wondering if the joy I felt while painting it will be discernible when it’s finally unveiled. After traveling hundreds of miles, will it be carefully unwrapped by happy hands? Or will it sit inside its brown wrappings, unhung and unsung, long after the postage stamp and the shipment date have passed and the natural elements of this world have caused the barcode’s ink to fade.
I may not be privy to her final resting spot, but I know all of my subtle brush strokes & glad tidings will remain. Because this is what I do writing & painting for you🙏
Her story. That hand on her shoulder, at times has been heavy. It seemed to hold her back, as much as it was meant to guide.
So this happened… After raising my family and being a caretaker for my Mum who had Alzheimer’s, I’m living my childhood dream.
However, I wasn’t trained to be a writer or an artist, everything I make is created intuitively.
Years ago I was trained to climb telephone poles and spent ten years enabling people to communicate via coaxial cable, couplings and two-way devices. I’ve been trained to identify a problem and to work my way from the good side back. It seemed to come naturally to me. Troubleshooting is a woman’s hidden talent and so I made a seamless transition from cable technician to parental technician, unfortunately without a raise. More work, less pay. But that’s ok, I gained invaluable insight and experience. Fodder for my artwork & writing.
Make-up on, mask off. Intuitive, that’s me. And now here I am, I’ve been doing this for five years, deeply immersed. So if my artwork is rudimentary and my webpage is a little basic, I’m not worried. Because honestly, I only came here to play and to reimagine my life. I didn’t think my old dug up dreams would amount to much. I didn’t think you’d stop by and read this 🙂
When I was a kid I wanted to write. I sacrificed that dream to raise my kids, but no one explained to me that they grow up. So now I have time to write. And I did and do. I wanted to write short stories and be published. Once upon a time, I wanted to paint a picture worthy to be hung up and exhibited in an art gallery.
Humbly… I’ve accomplished both 🙂
And it’s great if I made it look easy, I want other women like me, to reimagine their childhood dreams & grab it with both hands! Because a “has-been mother” is worthy and she ought to be encouraged to live her best life!
So go ahead, you can do it! You too can live your best life, an ordinary life in a most extraordinary way. Salute 🙂
22 x 28
So this happened. While I was commissioned to do one piece, I created 3. Someone asked me, how does that happen… for me, my mind is much faster than my hands and the paint dries too quickly. So I move across one canvas onto the next and in this case, onto the next.
Like siblings, these paintings have similarities and yet, stand alone & free. I wanted to introduce The Artists, an unsold work that makes me smile a little inside.
Weather wise. As I run out of wall space & blue skies roll in, I’m hanging with my paintings outdoors, in the fresh air and feeling lovely.
This tribute to my Mum, who could sing. And who loved to sing Barbra Streisand’s “People”.
I can’t sing, but do it anyway, because people sing.
“A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now you’re whole
No more hunger and thirst
First be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world…”
This life, like this painting is a work in progress. I’ve redefined myself so many times, that I’ve had to write down the bits and pieces like chapters in a book, because none of it fits neatly into the pages of a diary.
I’m still going, still contributing and hopefully still making you smile. So this happened, one of my life stories has been included in a collection that’s being published and printed as I type this blog. More to come later…
This little girl who loved basketball, would go to the schoolyard the day after a snowstorm and shovel the snow, just so she could play on a real basketball court with a hoop that had a net on it.
Even then, she was bright enough to know that the older boys who wouldn’t let her play because she was a girl, wouldn’t come to the court the day after a snowstorm, because they didn’t like snow!
Thanks Mother Nature💕
One of my earlier, larger pieces. I was trying to stay busy, as my daughter Deanna, who was on the next level kind of journey would soon leave the nest. A Cumme Laude double major, she had barely taken off her Northeastern University cap and gown, before she moved to Los Angeles.
Fast forward, four years later and she’s promoted to Patient Advocacy Content Manager! Deanna is passionate about human rights, and is as comfortable with a bullhorn as she is with a microphone, she organized marches on both the east and west coasts.
That’s who’s behind those peepers💯. Authentic. So proud 💕
Me. Arriving early to the park to play basketball, before the big guys would come and kick me off the court. I could run lay-ups, shoot around and practice without being told that girls couldn’t play.
I did and I brought along my own basketball, as they slept in late on Sundays, having partied Saturday night. They’d arrive in their cars, showered and clean and have to wait for me to finish playing.
I was clever like that and parlayed it into a scholarship to attend college 😉
Is it just me, or does this wall need more wall?
It’s Friday and for me, Spring is in the air. Yup, I’m feeling light and airy.
So while I was looking at the walls, I started thinking… What if I do some more art to hang upside down from the ceiling? Because from my perspective, as an intuitive artist, I think the ceilings could use a little artwork too.
Am I being too ambitious? Cabin fever Lol
What if we painted and drew pictures for every wall?
What if we put art on our walls in a fierce display of vibrant colors? What if we became sensitive to the qualities of color, textures and experiences. Seeing how a broad field of color builds up & creates a contrast of life, peace, love and harmony. People too. What if… 💕 #BeMyValentine #HappyValentinesDay