An Artsy Tale

A fabulous thing happened during the Corona Virus global pandemic, a positive phenomenon out of those dark moments. As people shuttered themselves in and hunkered down, innovation and creativity seemed to flourish. In true Dickensian fashion, “…it was the best of times, it was the worse of times”, artists were producing wonderful pieces of art and showcasing it on social media, while art galleries struggled to keep their doors open.

It was in this environment that the Piano Craft Art Gallery in Boston began an innovative way to exhibit art, by using the hashtag #SocialDistancingGallery they turned their website and social media platforms into a virtual art gallery! In this way, they stayed relevant, while adhering to the state’s strict protocols. And then they added a brilliant open call for art submissions. And I know that’s not the way things are normally done, but during these strange days, it was quite do-able.

I stumbled upon their call on Instagram and I sent it to an artist in Norway who I followed. He was a magnificent artist who declined the opportunity, because the Corona Virus had shuttered his village, his bitter reply was the “horror of globalization”. And it stunned me, because I really didn’t know him, cloaked by the anonymity that the web provides us, but we were ‘internet and his words stung me. Because for me, no matter how bad Corona Virus may become, I would never trade away my global community.

That afternoon, without expectation I submitted my own painting. I was shocked, completely gobsmacked when I received an acceptance. And while it all seemed like luck, is anything really by chance? What if I was guided and then pushed to submit my art to @artpcgBoston ? A BLAM!!! Here I am writing a blog, on a webpage that I just created and wait… what? A webpage? Yikes! My art is included in an art exhibition!!!

The Empty Nesters



People ask me, why do I call my work Intuitive Art? I’m unabashed in my reply, I’ve so much respect and admiration for artists who have studied and learnt from the masters. But the fact of the matter is that I have no classical training in art. I don’t hold any certificates in art. I don’t have a degree in Art History and I haven’t visited the Lourve in Paris. So my brush strokes come from a base, emotional place within me. The result is I paint what I feel intuitively.

So, that brings me to the part of the conversation, when I invite you to visit the gallery in Boston or check out the virtual gallery online. Covid-19 may have turned the world topsy-turvy, but we’re not disconnected, I can see you. And I like what I see. Go and if you can, buy something and support art. Chances are, like me, you’re gonna like something that you see.



Piano Craft Art Gallery Sept 4 – 27th
793 Tremont Street, Boston
Fridays 6pm – 8pm
Saturdays 12pm – 5pm
Sundays 12pm -5pm





Angie’s Double Dutch Jump Rope

When I was a kid, I never learnt how to double Dutch jump rope.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to learn, it’s just that I wasn’t good at it, my skinny legs didn’t lift high enough, or move fast enough or angle out at the right entry point.

Double Dutch Jump Roping

And the girls in my neighborhood didn’t stop turning the jump rope fast, just because you were slow. In fact it appeared to me, to be the exact opposite and beginner or not, once they started swinging the rope your turn ended when the rope stopped. Even if you stepped on it, getting into the middle, even before you had a chance to jump. And it wasn’t negotiable.  But what a joy it was to watch! The best jumpers had the longest time in the ropes, their legs seemingly went a mile a minute, their braids flopped in-sync with the rope’s revolution up and down. Perspiration glistened on their foreheads, as they held their arms elbows in, tight spin and then elbows out, arms upward and bent. You either had the skill to jump Double-Dutch or you didn’t get to jump Double-Dutch, it was that plain and simple.

My strategy was to offer to swing the ropes and hopefully, the older girls would take pity on me and in that way, I might get a turn to jump. Unfortunately, I couldn’t swing the ropes for the girls who were taller than me, because I couldn’t swing the rope over their heads, or as they called it, I was “double-handed” whatever that meant, I’m not sure as we all had two hands. In the end, I never got enough turns to properly learn how to jump.

I was in awe of Double-Dutch jump roping, but it wasn’t reciprocated, it was like having a crush on someone who doesn’t like you back. After awhile, I stopped watching. Besides, a little further up the street, a group of boys were playing basketball.  If you know me at all, then you know how that panned out for me. 🙂 

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Hi there…

My name is DaNice D. Marshall. After raising my family and being a caretaker for my Mum, I get to live my childhood dream with you, here on my own webpage, that I created intuitively. Outside of climbing telephone poles for ten years, I’m untrained. But isn’t that a woman’s talent? As she multi-tasks and sashays her way through life?

Make-up on, mask off. Intuitive, that’s me. So if my artwork is rudimentary and my webpage is a little too basic, no worries. Because all I wanted to do, after being a mom, was to share my forgotten dreams. To write a short story and be published. To paint a piece of artwork and to have it exhibited in an art gallery. I’ve accomplished both.

If I’ve made it look easy, it’s only so others might try. Go ahead, you too can live an ordinary life in a most extraordinary way. Salute 🙂