Clementine Hunter – A Folk Art Legend

10/20/17 Clementine Hunter is noted to be one of the most important folk artists of all time and was a self-taught artist. Having grown up on a plantation in the late 1800s her father was a sharecropper and tenant farmer. Life was hard and Ms. Hunter grew up illiterate working the fields.     Ms. […]

A Provocative Pumpkin – Yayoi Kusama

10/9/17 Provocative is a great word to describe Yayoi Kusama and her art. At 88 Ms. Kusama’s work is in the collections of museums around the world. Just last month The Yayoi Kusama Museum opened up in Tokyo,Japan. I was drawn to this piece because of the pumpkin motif and it being October where the […]

Mother’s Day and the Watercolor Paintings

5/14/17 Notes to Myself: Mother’s Day. I’m a mother with a daughter. And a daughter without a mother. At times I think I’ve felt like an empty cable car. It’s hard to remember what my mother looked like it’s been so long since her passing. I was 24. Last night I remembered some watercolor paintings […]

I Don’t Know

4/20/17 Notes to Myself: I don’t know. And sometimes that feels scary. Sometimes it feels like I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think about that too long. When I’m creating that seems to disappear into the atmosphere and there’s a great peace within my soul. Maybe I can be a flower. I’m […]

Freedom

3/10/17 Notes to Myself:Freedom I feel it! It’s like facing the wind and letting my petals flex without fear. It’s not outside myself it is within. I can stop looking for it. It’s here. Smiling, vibrant and strong. I won’t be swept away into nothingness. I will be liberated from all that is temporary and […]

Comparing Shadows…

3/2/17 Notes to Myself:Comparing, shadows depletes my soul. It discourages my true spirit and that of others, always. It’s a harm I do to myself when I practice it. And it invalidates everyone’s unique and precious potential, including my own. I read recently… “My experiences will directly reflect my thoughts.” I rather my experiences not […]

White Slats and Winter

1/25/2017 Notes to Myself: How is it the white slats of my Adirondack Chair are glistening in the sun at the end of January? It’s beautiful but I don’t like it. Not for now! Not for January. Where is my winter? My snow? Is it among these slats of white? Or has it slipped through […]