Chit-Chat Art

A dear friend of mine called me on the telephone & asked if I was busy. I replied, “I’m painting.” We agreed that we’d talk later, because nothing was up, just the usual chit-chat phone call. So we cordially said our goodbyes and hung up. Later, my dear friend called me back and again saidContinue reading “Chit-Chat Art”

Cautionary Art

Remembering my nephew as he would toss his daughter up into the air and catch her. Remembering the infectious sound of her giggles. I’d watch them play Peek-A-Boo and Hide-N-Seek. He’d chase her around the living room and into the kitchen. He’d make big loud growling noises and she’d squeal in delight. He’d pounce towardsContinue reading “Cautionary Art”

Art Inspired By Norman

Over the years I’ve tried to express my creativeness in ways that were conducive to my position in life. So, as a mother and wife, I decided to set aside my paper and pen, to raise my daughters. No one told me not to write. How do you formulate those words? But it was self-imposed,Continue reading “Art Inspired By Norman”

Falling Fist

Domestic Violence doesn’t discriminate, it doesn’t care what race you are, doesn’t care about your age or your gender. Domestic Violence impacts us all in a myriad of ways. Recently a woman gazing at one of my ugly paintings, contacted me to say that I should paint the roles in reverse. I didn’t respond. HowContinue reading “Falling Fist”

Big Fist On Face

My life has been a series of experiences, bits and pieces that don’t always seem to fit together but collectively they make me who I am. I’ve never talked about the horrible situation of my best friend Sheila and her mother, because it was so tragic. But today, it’s time to share another ugly story,Continue reading “Big Fist On Face”

My Ugly Art

So here’s my art, I’ve tried to make something that’s very ugly beautiful, so we all can see it. October is domestic violence awareness month. I didn’t know about domestic violence when I was growing up. It wasn’t that I was shielded from it, I wasn’t. But I just thought it was quite normal forContinue reading “My Ugly Art”

Big Momma’s Kitchen

The kitchen. It was where we gathered to talk and to listen. To share and to gain lessons through those with more of life experience. Those who had been hit by the proverbial bus and who had survived to tell us the story. A lot of what we do with food is emotional. How weContinue reading “Big Momma’s Kitchen”

My Art Appeal

People look at my art and ask me questions: Where do I get the images that I paint? They are the bits and pieces of my life, as I remember them, that are highlighted by my emotions. A feeling I once felt and a life that was once mine to touch. My paintings are alwaysContinue reading “My Art Appeal”

Pretentious Art

This past week we had the Geek Squad come for an ordinary appointment to install an ordinary TV to the wall. But the most extraordinary thing happened as the two technicians entered my home and saw my walls. They were awed by my paintings that hung there and I was awed by their genuine appreciationContinue reading “Pretentious Art”