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How My Dance Series Started
Among most couples I believe one is a dance lover and the other, well, not so much a dance lover. I would bet the former is female. My husband, Luke, could have, with no intention to do bodily harm, broken every toe on my feet in an effort to make me happy on the dance floor. So I finally had him begrudgingly sign up with me for private ballroom dance lessons. For three years we ...
Ramblings on Been There Done That
I have recently been working on the fifth iteration of a painting that has never been to my liking. I would show the progression to you from the first to the last evolution, but I am afraid that I would be embarrassed if I see the first couple tries were much better than the last. It has happened before. I get into these situations because I have not really done my homework. Just because I ...
My Courtroom Art
Courtroom art is not for the faint of heart. The court room artist sits cheek to cheek with other voyeurs on a hard wood bench trying to capture likenesses and actions of the participants in real life morality plays called trials. There are incredible consequences for the defendants as well as their family and friends who, while absorbed in the proceedings, cannot help but rubberneck your work. It is quiet enough to hear a pin ...
How My Music Series Started
Now that the novelty of staying at home has worn off, I can honestly say screw cleaning and organizing! Even the idea that I will actually do any of it, including cooking from scratch, is gone. So I may as well just sit in the sun, read, and blog. Life in the time of Corona Virus comes close to what I imagined life in a retirement village without the socializing might be like. I wake ...
Such a Time as This
I assume like us you are at home. I accessed a global virtual site and traveled virtually to London and Paris and the streets were filled with tourists and city sounds. Of course the tours predated 2020. Then I checked webcams in different locations today and feel like I am living in an episode of Twilight Zone. The beaches are empty. The streets also. Times Square! Rod Sterling at his best would not have written ...
Enjoy the Show
Before the COVID-19 pandemic, I had prepared and hung a lovely show of my paintings at the James River Country Club. Sadly we were social distancing before many folks were able to enjoy the show. So I thought I'd share my own commentary with each painting for everyone to enjoy from the comfort of your own home. All of these paintings are currently available for purchase. If you are interested, please contact me and we ...
Musings about Oceanview Amusement Park
A while back I was working on a commission for someone who asked me to paint her parents circa 1941 at Oceanview Amusement Park in Virginia Beach. I did enjoy getting all my research together and doing preliminary sketches. I enjoyed the stories through photos of the sailors who were deployed from Norfolk during World War II. They spent free time at Oceanview Amusement Park. The colors and movement of amusement parks and fairs have ...
Ramblings: My Miserable Painting Day
Artists know that we can really mess up big-time. Sometimes we just have a miserable painting day. And it happens much more frequently than we'd like to admit. The other day I decided to attack a painting that I had done several years ago. While the painting was pleasant to look at and interesting to a lot of people, it lacked what I would like to see my work represent. In other words, it lack ...
Ramblings: Brilliant Creativity
I think there is a general misconception by the public that people like me, who tend to get involved in what we loosely called creative pursuits, simply plod along. We engage in brilliant creativity. We progress from one brilliant idea with a beginning, middle, and end,. There is a pause and then we go to the next brilliant idea. Well obviously every idea isn't brilliant, but when we are in our inspiration phase, sometimes we ...
Ramblings: Drawing from the Beginning
One of my first memories of art is when I was nine years old. I know I was nine years old because my sister had just been born and my mother came home from the hospital with a bunch of gladiolas. I proceeded to take out some colored pencils. I drew a picture of the floral bouquet which resided next to the drawing that I had copied of a cartoon character. The character was a ...