Friday, January 4, 2013


I got a nice little stretch of uninterrupted time to paint.

"How?" You might ask.

Great question!
I plopped my little guy into the Ergo baby carrier, did a little bit of house work until he fell asleep, then painted until he wet his diaper. Haha! (He does NOT like being wet.)

This is just a start and the photo was taken with my phone. Probably pretty grainy. But still! The last time I got that much done I had to ask family to come 45+ minutes out of their way to help. God bless them for coming, but I feel bad about asking people to do things I know are very inconvenient.

The painting:
Don't have a title for this one yet. Hubby, the boys, and I stopped at a farm on the way to Sisterdale a few weeks ago and got a load of wonderful reference photos. The landowners are wonderful people.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Finding balance

After having my second child I find myself having to learn how to balance mommy-hood and painting all over again (not that my mommy hood ever stopped after my first, its just so much easier to plop a five year old down with a bunch of legos while mommy paints than it is to do anything that requires two arms- or any amount of concentration- with an infant) I swear, the little guy has an alarm set to go off the minute I try to sneak in some work.
I have had my share of crying pity parties in the past few months, but in reality, I wouldn't change a thing. I love getting to spend so much time with my boys, even if it does interfere with my career for a short while. Children grow up so fast. It would be a shame not to enjoy the moment while it is there.
That said, it would also be a shame not to keep pushing on a career that has had such a great start! This is where the balancing act begins. I have been trying to figure out how to get enough time in the biggest blocks possible for painting and I think I may have found it. Tonight, I worked after everyone went to sleep. I used to work until three and four in the morning a few years ago. Starting to think late night painting is the way to go. I nap when baby naps anyway, so I will only be missing out on three or four hours of interrupted sleep at night.

Today I ruined a 24"x36" floral piece that has kind of been in the works for so long I can't remember when I started it. (There are a lot of things I don't remember these days.) No biggy. I had other, more promising reference photos lined up.

I got the other, more promising pieces sketched out tonight, all of which are hopefuls for the upcoming show at Whistle Pik Galleries in March. I'll post more about that soon...

Oh, and Happy New year, y'all!

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Fawn-Deux, W.I.P.

This should be interesting. Wildlife are not necessarily in my niche, but the colors and shapes were awesome, so I just have to paint this lovely little pair my husband and I came across a few months ago.

We shall see how it turns out.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Increasing interest

My four year old has started showing increasing interest in painting lately, especially with my artist's oils (haha!). So he helped me prime some canvases today.

He was so keen on it, I barely had enough time to put the first on the porch (in the sun to help speed up the drying time) when he was well into priming the second.

Ahhhh, warms the cockles of my heart to see such a thing!

Tuesday, June 26, 2012


Years ago I had two separate painting styles. Sort of...

I had my whimsical pieces full of sea chickens and flying fish, and my first attempts at Plein air painting landscapes- what I called "serious" work. I chose to go the "serious" route because I needed to make a living. Luckily, I found myself falling more and more in love with landscapes and their ever changing beauty so I didn't feel the loss of that imaginative play that comes with the whimsical work.

My husband, Nick, (a king of country living and all things manly) said something the other day about my style being so different from most other landscape painters that I could paint the twin fawns we just saw and it wouldn't be like other wildlife pieces. I started looking closer at my work, trying to see what made it so different.

I was mulling over the two cattle ramp pieces I just finished, and my next painting adventure (this next one includes a bet and an odd sort of commission) when it hit me-
Quietly, over a relatively short period of time, the whimsy has found its way into my "serious" paintings. Or maybe it was always there and I just didn't see it. Or maybe it was trying to be there but can only come out when I let the painting paint itself.
However it got there, I'm glad it came. It's like seeing an old friend, and knowing the friend is here to stay.

Painting is such a lovely form of self exploration and discovery. The whimsy in my work is like that inner being that I am, always have been, and always will be. (The spirit. That part of us that is forever in contact with Infinite Intelligence.)
Sometimes I lose touch with my inner self and everything seems to fall apart. Then one day, something clicks and I see that everything I thought I had lost has been there the whole time.
How cool is that?

The piece in this post is one of my recent cattle ramp pieces. It'll be in Whistle Pik shortly. The other will make its debut at the November show.

(I apologize for the picture quality, I took it with my phone. I'll have a better image on my website later, and the gallery will have one when the piece goes in. If you would like purchasing information, feel free to contact Ms Mary or Ms Julie at Whistle Pik Galleries.)

Oil on canvas