4/11/18 Maria Sibylla Merian had an early interest in insects and grew up around artistic family members. Her biological father was an engraver and publisher by trade. Unfortunately he died when she was quite young but her mother remarried Jacob Marrel who was a still life and flower painter. He subsequently taught and encouraged Maria […]
Category Archives: transformation
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 […]
5/24/17 Notes to Myself: When life gives you rice cakes… smother them with peanut butter? Is that what I’m doing? I’m not so sure I even like rice cakes but I’ve been eating them with peanut butter. Hmm… I love peanut butter.It reminds me of my childhood where peanut butter sandwiches were quite common. I […]
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 […]
3/30/17 Notes to Myself: Got my sketchbook out this week because I was given a free set of Charvin Water Soluable Pastel Sticks. I’m not a pastel artist but I thought I would give it whirl. It was fun and frustrating trying to navigate the colors, lines,textures etc. And then where does the water fit […]
3/24/17 Notes to Myself: Is comfort food, food for the soul? I’m not so sure it’s been good for mine or very comforting. At least not in the way I needed. And there’s been so much I’ve needed to comfort throughout the course of my life. Food seemed to be my friend and patient companion […]
3/14/17 Notes to Myself:I feel naked. When I step off that cliff of protection, armor and shield I am exposed. It’s scary, real and uncluttered. I liken this to standing on the platform posing, stripped of all clothing. It’s raw and beautiful. Wrapping my arms around myself. Timid to bare all. Afraid of what others […]
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 […]
2/5/2017 Notes to Myself: Did you ever consider the importance of each month within the context of a year? What would happen if one even just one was missing or taken away? I can take a lot for granted in the course of a year. But that tendency in me is diminishing. In February, I […]
1/18/2017 Notes to Myself: Did you ever have the urge to move to someplace new or to start over somewhere new? During the course of my life I guess I’ve had those urges. The one place I always thought I would like to move to is Maine. It’s such a beautiful state. What I’ve learned […]
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