The Pseudonym a Necessary Tool

11/6/17 Did you know a number of women Abstract Expressionists resorted to changing their names to combat oppression by their male counterparts? Not an uncommon act throughout history really, but it’s always interesting to see this documented and validated in writing.   The artist I have featured here is Michael West (1908-1991). Michael West was […]

A Textured Life

2/10/2017Oh how textured my life has become. A rich beautiful weave of experience. Not unlike branches and leaves of a tree mingling all together. Colors dance in the background adding a layer of magic and depth. The leaves apex start to shift direction seeking more color,changing their course of growth. Slowly, the fabric that’s woven […]

Life and Death

12/13/16 Notes to Myself: Life and death seem to do this dance that I’m not sure I always like being a part of. But I am. A present witness to it all. In the midst of mourning the loss of a treasured friend I simultaneously notice all the new experiences birthing themselves around me. That’s […]

Found Me an Ocean

10/8/16 Notes to Myself: Found me an ocean… A plentiful palette tempting my curiosity. Can I tip toe in, to meet it’s edge? Might it change without warning – perhaps sweep me away into it’s ever changing tide never to return the same. Found me an ocean…

The Spinning Wheel

6/23/16 Notes to Myself: I’ve had a spinning wheel for many years. It’s been in my basement waiting for me to do something with it. I always thought I would, do something with it. Spin again perhaps. Put it in my living room even just to admire it’s beauty. I have fond memories of time […]

Are We There Yet?

5/27/16 Notes to Myself: So many caps and gowns. Who’s that little girl suddenly all grown up wearing hers? How is it she now dances in this time of change sharing tears and smiles in all the uncertainty. Yet there she is, receiving awards and honors. Celebrating 4 years of hard work and the choice […]

Come Sit

3/1/16 Notes to Myself: Painting where I am. How could I do otherwise? I don’t think I’ve always been conscious of where I am in my painting. So much of the time I’ve used my mind to think about where to go to paint. As a plein air painter I suppose that’s important, but deeper […]