Sunday, October 31, 2010

"Morning Walk in France" SOLD

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"Morning Walk in France"
6 x 6in oil on museum quality panel
$200

 In all the beauty of life, we make our own selves captive
When we cage ourselves into worlds of our own making. 
 Words carefully chosen, weaving a net of self-destructive, defeating habits. 
  Visions lost. 
 It is never   too   late.  Always with the dawn of another day is your chance to sing a new song. 
To lift your wings in response to the breeze you feel
stirring you heart strings when you listen intently. 
 All of life is hushed, holding its collective breath,  waiting for the moment you get it. 
 Get it. 
You were born to fly. Born to soar.  Life is air.
Breath and move in it 
Speak the words and it is yours.





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Thursday, October 28, 2010

"Made in the Shade" SOLD

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"Made in the Shade"
8 x 8in oil on museum quality panel
$350

Well, here's the deal.  Eddie, as you may remember, has been taking acting classes.  Yep, acting classes as in "I'm gonna be a star in Hollywood someday" and has now become obsessed with preserving his looks.  I caught him writing down the number on one of those infomercials the other day pertaining to "face lift" in a bottle, which has led to the debacle you now see painted above.  Phyllis has been following him from spot to spot, holding the parasol over him.  Seems he saw one of the shar-pei "wrinkle" dogs and is now  afraid he's getting premature wrinkling from the UV rays.
I don't think fur wrinkles, at least not on cats, but hey---a girl gets her kicks when and where she can.  I have been deliberately asking him if he's getting enough rest because he looks "tired" in the face.  You have never seen a cat move so fast to the bathroom to apply more anti-aging creme on his fur...

Ahhh...some days it's good to be me annoying Eddie.





Note:  This is No. 7 in the Eddie and Phyllis Series.
P.S.  Besides--guess who got a card for Halloween?  Not me...






Someone named Coco--who thinks Eddie is really handsome--has a painting of him hanging in her bedroom....
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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

"Letter to a Friend"

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Detail of "Joy"
30 x 24 oil on museum quality panel, framed
$2260.

What follows below is a letter I could have written to myself a few years ago.  I did, in fact, pen it--but it was to a dear friend.  Reading back on it, I now see that I was talking to myself as much as to them.  It has been said we teach best what we most need to learn.  I came across it in my files and thought it worth sharing---just in case one other person has felt the same way I have-- that maybe it would help to look at what it means to be an artist...just one more time..:))

Letter to a Friend
You say you know what it takes to succeed. That you keep your eye on the ball. That you stare and do nothing, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty, and are then "surprised" when nothing happens. You say that perhaps the reason is-- you never donned the glove--or perhaps you never even left the house to go to the ball field.

I tell you what is tricky. Knowing how to get anywhere when the life you have chosen is a build as you go, creative blueprint. Yeah, it's like building a home. Some people have the money and a clear idea--they either purchase ready made plans or they hire an architect to do the thinking and planning for them. They are pretty much guaranteed success. The measure perhaps being size and geographical location. But a success on some level.

To me these are the ones who decide "I want to be a nurse, I want to teach school, I want to go into social work". They go to the colleges and universities that offer those courses. All they have to do is show up and take the required courses. They complete it, look in the ads and voila---instant life with career. I am not saying there is not hard work, dedication and passion involved. I am saying that these vocations come with an easy to read set of blueprints. Do this and this and it will equal this. Black and white, plain and simple. Obviously there are varying degrees of measured "success" in these jobs--you may work at a nursing home or you may invent the mechanical heart. But you are guaranteed a measure of success and a measure of acceptance by the world at large because your job is understood and well defined.

Enter the artist. The writer. The film maker. The musician. Whew----makes one break out into a sweat just to start amassing them into one pile. A big nebulous pile of a zillion different ways to do something. The very thing that can bring so much deep passion and joy also carries within in it the heaviest burden of uncertainty. There is no blueprint. There is no formula guaranteeing a degree of success (if our creative heart could settle for a lesser ideal ). We want, we want, we want. And so we begin. Because you have as yet, not achieved a measure of success in creative endeavors, it has become your proof that you are not doing the work--not doing anything but staring at the ball. I am not going to talk you out of where you are for the time, because it is part of it.

But I am doing my best to help you see that folding your dreams up, your hopes up, and placing them in a drawer for life is not the answer. It won't work---ask any creative person if they have ever done it, how did it feel, where did it lead----and they will tell you--the desire to be yourself, for that is what it is-- and that is what you are rejecting because you have not found acceptance in the world as of yet, will never go away.

Right now you are in the all or nothing mode. Either it is all good or all bad. Either you have done everything right or nothing right. Either you work at painting, (writing, music, acting) or you have never done anything toward it in your life. If you think where you have been is tough, you are now realizing how morbidly painful giving up is.

"An artist will paint when the pain of not painting becomes greater than the pain of painting" That's a quote from Art and Fear. YOU think you are a unique loser. That your situation is different , so different than what other creative people face. You think that others are writing and producing rather than sitting and thinking about it. You think you are the only one who has been paralyzed with fear to the point of not getting out of the car to do a walk on acting part. You fear that what you have hoped to be is a myth, a lie, that you have deluded yourself.

The untruth here is this. Thinking that somehow this is not how it works. That if you were really meant to be a painter, a writer, a musician, you would just be chomping at the bits, painting regularly, acting regularly, taking massive action every moment on your dreams. There is what we think it means to be a creative person and lead a creative life and then there is the reality of what it means to be a creative person and lead a creative life. Bringing something into reality from nothing. Some thing from no thing. Second guessing ourselves. Hoping for good things, certain we deserve none of it. Because somehow we feel we haven't earned it. We are not smart as others, weren't born to the right parents, grew up in the wrong place, attended the wrong schools, made poor job decisions, hung out with the wrong people. How skilled and schooled we become on berating ourselves.

And perhaps the hardest part of all---we can go for years with little to no definitive success in terms of money, awards, recognition. Even being recognized by society (family, friends, former classmates, new people we meet) as someone doing something that makes sense seems unrealistic.

It is not easy being an artist, being creative. I am not saying that to sound dramatic. But to balance out our fears that surely we must be the stupidest, laziest , unrealistic person on the planet kind of thinking. Because that is how you feel at times.

The thing is , you don't really have a choice. If you are born with these ideas rattling around inside you, it is something in your DNA, from your source. You may as well be lamenting the color of your eyes. Sure, you can go get colored contacts or wear sunglasses all the time, but guess what---you are still gonna be looking at the world through hazel colored(or blue, or brown or green) eyes.

So maybe, just maybe, you should love, celebrate and enjoy the beautiful, unique, one of a kind artist and gift to the world that you are. Take whatever you have in your hand at the moment and apply yourself. One thing at a time. Allow yourself to dream again and know that it is not only the right thing, but the thing you are meant to do. And I think out of that will come peace and a growing awareness of your rightness in the world. That you are making your way (literally creating your way ) as you go. Each step has its own significance and life at the end of our days, is a long series of steps--our steps. There are no missteps--just your own unique path. Walk in it with joy. Walk in it with love.

"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."

~                                                                                                                           Ralph Waldo Emerson



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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

"Colorful Friends" SOLD

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"Colorful Friends"
12 x 12in oil on museum quality panel
$550.

You never know where a single idea will lead too.  On the heels of my return from the "grand tour" a couple of weeks ago, I did something I have never done before.  I had read about it and had actually written about it in my book, The Artist's Toolbox, sharing the idea that had come from artist friend down south, Kelley Sanford, but that was as far as I had gotten.  After receiving my book, friend Terri Thompson, whom I met last year when she took one of my workshops, emailed me and said--"I would love to do this!  Are you game??"
That was back in August I think.   Terri, being the organized gal that she is, pinned me down to a date and we started laying our plans  for......

"Girls Night Out in Paris!!"

and billed it as an evening with the artist---  Girls only..:))!
Terri's home provided a beautiful setting to showcase some of my newest pieces.   We hung larger works and the smaller ones were scattered around--on the dining room sideboards, around the centerpiece, end tables, coffee tables, just wherever the girls would be gathering to munch, visit and
watch me demo!  We sat a specific time for the demo so guests could plan their time accordingly. 
Well, it turned out to be such a fun, relaxed event! We ate (Terri had an amazing spread out!), laughed, shared ideas.....
and not all of the paintings came home with me:)
Always the sign of me having a great time....I forget to take pictures 'til it's over!  So the one photo below is of the gal's that were lingering while I was packing up and were nice enough to "pose" for me..Terri is the beautiful blonde:) (Thanks Girls!)
                                         
Actually, one of them forgot to take the left over lemon cupcakes that Terri was giving away...of which I became the happy recipient and am both embarrassed and proud to say lasted...
ahem...not very long at my house.

So this is a good story with a happy ending (and a painting to show for it, Colorful Friends!).  I wanted to share it because I think it's a fun way to spend an evening, meet new people, and let them enjoy the creative process (I did try to get some of the audience to paint on my painting, just to try it out, but had no takers....CHICKEN!!:)  Art should be enjoyed and accessible by all, just  like good music. 
Galleries aren't for everybody (see note below)
 But everyone loves a "Girls Night Out"! 
 Thanks Terri for being so open to new ideas--I had a great time!
Note:  To my fellow artists who may be interested in experimenting with this idea, here's a link to an article by Keith Bond that I found helpful in planning.  And a quote on people and galleries: Kesha Bruce writes an interesting blog post and mentions an article on Marc Jacobs, the world famous/fabulous fashion designer, that even he at one point, was too intimidated to go shopping for art. Although he is talking about up-market city galleries, the same intimidation is felt by more ordinary people in more humble galleries.



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Monday, October 25, 2010

"French Icing" (served up with Vincent!) SOLD

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"French Icing"
6 x 6in oil on museum quality panel
$200.
                                                 
"Tell him that, for me, Millet and Lhermitte are the real artists for the very reason they do no paint things as they are, traced in a dry analytical way, but as they---Millet, Lhermitte, Michelangelo---feel them.  Tell him that my great longing is to learn to make those very incorrectnesses, those deviations, remodellings, changes in reality , so that they may become, yes, lies if you like---but truer than the literal truth..."
"....I tell you, if one wants to be active, one must not be afraid of failures, one must not be afraid of making some mistakes.  .. Many painters are afraid of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the really passionate painter who is daring---and who has once and for all broken that spell of  'you cannot'......"

Painting, writing, with purpose.  Knowing what the intention is behind the doing of it.  Getting clear on intention comes from asking the right questions. 
What do I want art to do/be in my life?  How can I serve by what I do? 

Ask  big questions, but only if you want big answers..:))
The size of your question determines the size of your answer.

Note:  Vincent's quotes are from the same book I quoted from in my previous post (which seemed to resonate with a bunch of you), Vincent by himself, edited by Bruce Bernard.
Taking chances, pushing out of your comfort zone--we touched on this in last week's conversation with Kevin Macpherson--a really worthwhile listen.:)

In Other News:
  • This week's guest on Artists Helping Artists blog radio  is Clint Watson, creator of Fine Art Views Newsletter and Fine Art Studio Online (websites for artists).  Clint is so knowledgeable about so many topics it was difficult picking just one for the show--but we have a great one for the hour! (Hint:  Remarkable Art vs. Excellent Art--why it matters!)  Tune in Thursday, October 28 at 12 noon EST (or listen later to the podcast)
  • It is time for me to draw for two paintings! (yeah--I missed September while I was out galavanting around :)) so I am drawing for September and October to give away two of my petite pieces to two of you beautiful people.  Be sure you are eligible by signing up for my newsletter.  Click Here.
  • My workshops for 2011 are posted.  You can save your spot now by clicking here



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Saturday, October 23, 2010

9 years/ 900 paintings/ 1 sell

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Detail of Sunflower Demo/SOLD



Van Gogh is a favorite of mine.  I have a book of his letters that is one of my most treasured things. So many of his thoughts resonate with me—which just goes to say that spirit, source, whatever you call it, connects all of us in ways beyond what we can comprehend. The following passage has stayed with me since I first came across it some 15 years ago.

“That brings up again the eternal question: Is the whole of life visible to us, or isn’t it rather that this side of death we see only one hemisphere?

For my own part, I declare I know nothing whatever about it, but looking at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots representing towns and villages on a map. I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? Just as we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to reach a star. One thing undoubtedly is true in this reasoning is that we cannot get to a star while we are alive, any more than we can take the train when we are dead.
So to me is seems possible that cholera, gravel, tuberculosis and cancer are the celestial means of locomotion, just as steamboats, buses and railways are the terrestrial means. (and this is the part I love) To die quietly of old age would be to go there on foot.”


9 years. 
900  paintings. 
1 sell.

When I stop to think of all the joy Vincent's work has brought to so many millions of people for all of these years, I can only think to myself, thank God he continued to paint. Thank God he did not measure himself or his artwork to popular opinion. Thank God he painted his heart and didn't wait for a sell or an award to validate that what he was doing was worthy. His work was worthy all along . His work was valid all along. His work was award winning all along.

Sometimes we think a story is finished and it has only just begun.

120 years.
900 paintings.
Joy to millions.

Vincent never knew what the story would be, and neither do I or you.  Create from your heart for that is the most important job of all.  The rest of the story will be written long after we are gone.


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Thursday, October 21, 2010

"Eddie Goes Native (And Takes Phyllis With Him)"

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I'm sorry.  Just when you thought it would be an Ed free week--you made it to Friday--and then--and then...
"Eddie Goes Native (and takes Phyllis with him)"
8 x 8" oil on museum quality panel
$350
On occasion, one feels certain that one just might have run amuck.  Perhaps fallen short of the prize--maybe way short of being a serious artist.  Take this morning for example, fully intentioned to be all business,  "neating up" my office (an Ann P. phrase), addressing packages to ship and such....well....
cut to...
me on the back porch doing a photo shoot of one  lei wearing cat (Ed) dancing on a straw island hat with one lei wearing mouse (Phyllis).  I'm not sure, but I don't think real artists do this kind of stuff.  I mean, Monet, Van Gogh??  Cats, mice and leis?? 

But then I remember,  I have an artist friend who is, as we speak, crafting an iconic fast food Jack-in-the-Box head, concerned if she can speed the paper-mache dry time by placing it in an oven--- which makes me feel much better about myself.  Just sayin'.  And I am not going to mention any names...at least not at the moment.  Unless you really want to know.  Then of course I would have to give it up.  You are my readers and you come first.  At least that is what I would tell Leslie.

Inspired by my Hawaiian adventure, Eddie is planning his "truck-or-treat" outfit.  No, you didn't misread that.  Eddie misinterprets things from time to time---well, in fact, most of the time.  He hears one thing and then is off and running with his own story.  In this case I happened to  overhear him telling Phyllis how "truck-or-treat" works.  It involved mud flaps and high riding in a "monster" truck with Phyllis as a hood ornament.  Sometimes I just pretend I don't hear. 
It's easier that way.



Please Note:  This is No. 6 in the Eddie and Phyllis Series. 
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

"Entryway to Beauty" SOLD

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"Entryway to Beauty"
6 x 12" oil on museum quality panel
$350

A drive through my country, late afternoon, weak sunlight, I look for signs of beauty among trees now baring themselves and green blue grass yielding to winter's cast of gray.  A reprieve for a soul filled up with so many images.  I work at breaking the cycle of hand-wringing lists of things yet to do, to bring myself into this present moment.  Window down, freshly opened bag of Frito's and a French jazz CD singing to me.  Slowly, my mind allows me to savor the surroundings, to fill its restless self up with real life.  Painting does that for me in a different way.  Allowing my soul to reach out for the unknown beauty that my heart knows is there but my eyes don't always see. 
Allowing.  That's a ponderous word.  Allow yourself today to do what your heart calls to do.  Simply allow.  You  might just amaze yourself...:)



Please Note:  This is No. 2 in the French Italian Doorways series.
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Monday, October 18, 2010

"North Shore Beauty, Oahu, Hawaii" SOLD

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"North Shore Beauty, Oahu, Hawaii"
6 x 6in oil on panel

"I am guided by the same Intelligence and inspired by the same Imagination which scatters the moonbeams across the waves, and holds the forces of nature in Its grasp."  
~E.Holmes

Reading as art.  One needs the other.  Forgetful, fretting, feeling blocked---good words elevate us.  Higher places = higher vision.  Instead of problems, we see answers.  Every art is such a gift, a lifeline, to the other.  The right words, a soulful song, a measure of life acted out, all bring forth the unborn painting.  It is the magic of creation.
A filling of the mind with words of hope make possible paintings of our dreams.  Seek out and read the things that inspire you to do your work.  Let nothing block the giving of your gift to the waiting world.

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Sunday, October 17, 2010

"Kevin Macpherson, Hawaii, Secretariat, and Eddie the Poster Cat"

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Back home just a week (almost) and still playing catch up.  Which of course is a complete myth--whoever coined that phrase was more than slightly delusional...:)  Still savoring California complete with a great workshop, hanging with my artist bud Leslie Saeta, wonderful cuisine, flowers  in full, robust bloom, and sweetest of all--a few precious days with my girl, Desiree.  Living 2500 miles away from someone you love so much it hurts isn't always easy.  Mothers (and Dads) know this stuff!  A few days in Hawaii with my adventuresome, inspiring, friend Ginger put me, as it always does, in awe of the amazing beauty of the world in which we live.

 Sipping drinks from cold coconuts and curling toes in white sand over deep conversation was good for both our souls.  Ginger is off to Shanghai to start a new business and is already telling me I must come because I would love it.  That being said, I am such a nerd.  Nothing makes me any happier than sitting on my screened in back porch, looking at the big tree that has now turned an amazing shade of yellow-gold, reading good books, journaling and painting Eddie in my mind's eye as I watch him sunning himself.  I think I am never more aware than in those moments how wonderful this life we have been given is.  And how important it is to scrape every vestige of goodness from each day.

A few thoughts, updates, details, and general info as we head into the week:
  • Guess who's coming to dinner?  Okay, not dinner but radio.  The Artists Helping Artists radio show specifically. Kevin Macpherson!!!  It's going to be like "Inside the Actor's Studio" with James Lipton.  'Cept Kevin is an artist, not actor and well....I am not James Lipton, despite the amazing similarity in looks and style...Seriously, this should be an amazing, interesting, and sure to be funny hour with Kevin (those of you who him are certain to know about his razor sharp wit!).  I first met Kevin in the early 90's and later studied with him in France.  His work is known world wide and his resume goes on forever.  This is a must hear show for artists and art lovers alike.
  • I am preparing for my last two workshops this year--hard to believe!  All of my workshops this year were filled and then some, and the dates for my 2011 are now up on my site just in case you wanna come hang out with me...:))
  • I saw the movie Secretariat this week and it's a definite must see, feel good, inspiring, movie.  Can you tell I liked it..:))??  Do something nice for yourself -- go take in a matinee.  You will be happy you did..:) And I am sure you deserve it.  And be sure and get the popcorn and the raisinettes.  If you're gonna indulge, you must go all the way.....least that's what Eddie says.  Sometimes I actually do listen to what he says, especially when it comes to these kinds of things.  Eddie is kind of the "poster-cat" for self-indulgence.  Go Eddie--go you! 
  • Now--I am back to the studio to paint--self-indulgence at it's best..:))!
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Thursday, October 14, 2010

"Shutters Blue, Flowers Red, French Sunshine on All" SOLD

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"Shutters Blue, Flowers Red, French Sunshine on All"
6 x 6in oil on museum quality panel
$200


Have you ever noticed that sometimes it's almost silly the things that really delight us?  We work so hard for the big things.  The long awaited vacation, the new car, the ring with a stone big enough to see with the naked eye---you know the kinds of things I am talking about.  And then out of the clear blue, something little comes along, that shouldn't mean a thing, and we find our self walking around with a silly grin on our face like we have just purchased the winning lotto ticket.  This same phenomenon can be observed with small children and Eddies.  You find the perfect gift, stand in line forever to pay for it, wrap it with great care.....and it turns out the boxes and paper are much more interesting to the recipient than the actual gift itself.  
I guess that's how I feel about the things I paint.  The fresh flowers delight me more when placed in an old jar than they do in a Lenox vase.  Blue shutters with potted flowers hung from them, swinging on a small home down an alleyway seem much more at home than on a palatial residence. Small cafes with the owner right in the middle of the party feel more inviting than the spinning restaurants sitting high in the city skyline.   
Maybe curiosity is what drives us to keep looking at the bigger things, just checking to make sure we aren't missing anything.  Truth is, I find over and over, I have lots of love and a zillion things a day in my life to make me smile.  And most of them are silly, not impressive, and didn't cost much.  Except for Ed.  That's the real reason I must work .  Ed is one expensive habit.  Silly but expensive. 
Now I am wonderin' what is the silliest thing that makes you grin like a kid?




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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

"California Girls"

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"California Girls"
12 x 12in oil on museum quality panel
                                                                                 $550

Dallying in California can lead to all sorts of things.  If you dally too long at the market near Desiree's place, you will end up with flowers.  Dahlia's as a matter of fact.  I went in for detergent, came out with flowers.  I took a walk to burn calories, I came back Pink Berry yogurt.   I've always heard the big city is a dangerous place.  Now I understand. If you don't believe me, just look at what I came across while trying to purchase fruit. 

Polka dots and cakes.  Two things I love.  And chocolate.  Okay three things I love.  And roses on top.  Okay, okay,  four things.  See what I mean???  Danger comes in many forms and is running rampant in LA.  Just thought I should warn you.  (Please note cake on top is a carrot cake.  I'm thinking that counts as a vegetable serving.  Just sayin'.)

Word is Eddie has really missed me.  I would like to believe that's true.  Kind of hard to tell from the photo.....






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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

"Irresistable Invitation" SOLD

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 "Irresistible Invitation"
12 x 16 oil on museum quality panel
$750, unframed


One artist, a custom studio, nestled in a secret garden = one irresistible offer.   

When my new found friend Dina invited myself and artist buddy Leslie over to have a peek it was pretty much like inviting Eddie out for a catnip cocktail (sometimes Eddie and I are more alike than I  am comfortable to admit...).  Dina's place reminded me of how meaningful it is to create such a personal space.  She recalled plants that were given by friends, others that were collected on travels, some that came close to being rooted out to suddenly explode with these amazing blooms that dropped down from above like mini parachutes.  Into her studio from books that inspired her to  paintings in various stages, handmade artists tiles to a colorful paper streamer from her grandchild's birthday party--Dina has surrounded herself with the things that make her heart sing.  And that is bound to translate into paintings of joy.  
Whatever your work, whatever your passion in life is, it does matter to do these things for yourself.  It is not frivolous or unimportant.  It  creates a well from which to fill your bucket!  Heck--it's a well for others to fill their buckets too!  I felt refreshed for just having had a peek into Dina's nest and it makes me happy to think of her there, painting her heart out.  
Thanks Dina--and Leslie--and California..:))

In Other News:
I am still "on the road" but have heard that Eddie is planning a welcome home party for me.  Phyllis was all atwitter with the purchasing of the food--which was what alerted me that perhaps it wasn't really about me after all (what was I thinking--really, it's Eddie!)  Menu items??  tuna melts, tuna salad, tuna on a stick (?), tuna kabobs, tuna tartar, tuna pie, fried tuna, tuna surprise, tuna tacos, tuna creme pie (yeah, that one got me too), tuna overboard, twice baked tuna (as if once weren't enough), tuna with a twist, tuna cocktail, tunacolada, tuna....well, you get the picture.  It all smells fishy to me.  Trust me, if on a long shot he happens to find my list and send you an invitation, you will not hurt my feelings by not coming.  I have to go.  I live there.  You, on the other hand, can tell him you have allergies...to tuna.  Nuff said.



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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

"Upstairs, Downstairs, the Italian Way"

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"Upstairs, Downstairs, the Italian Way"
12 x 12in oil on museum quality panel
$550
There's a lot of living that goes on in Italy--on all levels! There is an intimacy of art, business, and life that is carried on, side by side.  It seems organic in its whole, one breathing life into the other.  What would a restaurant be, absent of life just overhead?  Buildings, plants, people, and food--all jostled together in the most wonderful way.   Every corner turned opens another chapter in the old book of Italy. And I love that we can write our own chapters to add to it.  

Mine starts something like this:
"Once upon a time there was a girl named Dreama who had a cat named Eddie and together they dreamed of  faraway places....." 





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Monday, October 4, 2010

"A Fondness for All Things French" SOLD

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"A Fondness for All Things French"
6 x 6in oil on museum quality panel
$200

Love.  I love so many things--including Eddie and you.  When we say we love  something it is, I think, because of the joy it adds to our life.  We love a good cup of coffee with a dear friend, we love the feel of a soft shirt against our body, we love home-grown catnip (okay, maybe only Ed loves that..), we love the smell of the air after a rain, we love our favorite song--played loudly while we pretend we are actually a great dancer (not that I know anyone who does this---ahem).  We love a lot of things, from very tiny to very great, and all because of the way it makes us feel inside.  Take a moment to look around and think of all the things you love--from the tiny to the great.  Kinda fills your heart up all the way to your eyes, doesn't it??

So here I sit on an island, with a dear friend who delights my heart, looking at water in an unbelievable shade of blue while dreaming of France too (we can love lots of things at once--gotta love that option!!).  Love is such a wondrous thing, no matter how you shape it or what you use it on. Today is your day to take on an extreme awareness of all the things in your life that you love and how much joy it adds to you..:))) Even write it down--if you have enough paper on hand!

So I am in Hawaii, thinking of France and writing about love and you and Eddie.   In a few days I will be in Kentucky, thinking of Hawaii, writing about Italy and painting France.  And of course, fighting with Eddie.  But I love to fight with Eddie--it keeps me on my toes and makes me realize that I love the fact that Eddie doesn't have a twin....

In Other News:
  •  The California Workshop was amazing.  I was sharing with a friend last evening that it was that and more due to the individual artists who were there.  Hearing them share their stories, one by one, was just one of the best moments of the workshop for me.  Beautiful, beautiful women.  I was honored to be part of their lives for that 4 days.  I created a page on my blog to cover it a bit more so you can check it out by clicking here.
  • The book that Eddie and Phyllis are going to be part of is nearing completion.  You can get a sneak peek of all the great artists work included in this by clicking here.  
  • This week on Artists Helping Artists which both Leslie Saeta, my co-host, and I will be up early for (she is in Hawaii this week too) our guest is Maria Brophy--an expert on art licensing.  For artists, creating multiple streams of income is vital and Maria has worked with her husband and his art to do just that.  You can join us live or download it to your MP3 player for listening to later.  Go to Artists Helping Artists for details



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