Her Art History

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 aContinue reading “Her Art History”

The Artists’ Art

The Artists22 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, ontoContinue reading “The Artists’ Art”

Melting Pot (Work in Progress)

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. SoContinue reading “Melting Pot (Work in Progress)”

Got Art

My walls aren’t meant to just hold up the ceiling or separate the rooms. While those are of course, excellent reasons for a wall’s existence, what if the other reason for a wall, besides hanging a photograph and the occasional clock is to add joy & color? When I look at my walls, I seeContinue reading “Got Art”

These Queens

These queens of the community, the survivors and strivers who share stories and inspire one another. Who stretch a dollar out of fifteen cents, and provide food and a roof over their abandoned children’s heads. These women will raise children to dream of great heights. They will believe that they can become SOMEBODY. And they’llContinue reading “These Queens”

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”

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”

Singing. The Art of Being Heard

My daughter is from Boston. She’s an activist, she wants to share truth and reality to the masses of people via a bullhorn. She wants us to know that racism is wrong. It’s quite an emotional feeling to see your little girl all grown up. It’s quite another to watch her on television, as WCVBContinue reading “Singing. The Art of Being Heard”