I live in Minnesota, so I think I know a little something about what it is to be cold. The main thing that happens is that I think of ways to feel warm. I just completed this painting and this might be a stretch on the theme. It is a bit abstract, but here is what I see; a mother holding a child wrapped in a quilt, keeping her from being cold.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Illustration Friday- Cold
I live in Minnesota, so I think I know a little something about what it is to be cold. The main thing that happens is that I think of ways to feel warm. I just completed this painting and this might be a stretch on the theme. It is a bit abstract, but here is what I see; a mother holding a child wrapped in a quilt, keeping her from being cold.
New paintings
I just thought I would post some new paintings that I have finally completed. So far they don't have titles, but the running themes are end of summer, a night on the town, children, and solitude.
It's definitely fall in Minnesota, and there are a million amazing colors. We had this 78 degree day yesterday which is odd for mid October. The second picture reminds me of the colors all around, the way my kids have been raking the leaves into a big pile to jump in everyday after school. The first picture is about going to Dinky Town for dinner with my husband. It was so fun to drink wine and people watch with him. That was definitely on my mind when I was working on this piece.
I have been trying not to think about the final outcome of these paintings. I have just started with a palate of color, turned on some music and I am seeing where the shape and color leads me.
Monday, September 26, 2005
Illustration Friday- Fresh
Every year my family goes apple picking around the end of September, which is coincidentally, right around my birthday. I always end up making myself a birthday apple pie. Anyway, as I was painting this piece an apple cropped up- gee I wonder what I was thinking about? Fresh apples that's what! Oh yeah, and birds too.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Illustration Friday- Escape
Saturday, July 23, 2005
The Secret Lives of Suburban Housewives
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Art Fairs
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Illustration Friday- mischief
Monday, April 25, 2005
Illustration Friday-Daring
I think that to be daring one needs to think outside the box, draw outside the lines and have no fear of the edge. This piece is called Burst .
Monday, April 11, 2005
Illustration Friday- alone
Monday, March 28, 2005
illustration friday-crowded
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Illustration Friday-Bloom
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Illustration Friday-fragile
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Illustration Friday- Ancient
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Let it snow
Monday, February 21, 2005
Self Portrait
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Another Pink Lady
The Funky Frame
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
The Good Enough Mother
This is one of my very first paintings titled The Good Mother. It is about the down time in motherhood when you get to actually enjoy the whole experience without judgement.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Buffalo Fish Fine Arts
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Morph Link
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Look I've been transformed
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Why Woman are Crabby
WHY WOMEN ARE CRABBY We started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Alongwith those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had. Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside ussteadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.Our once-flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middleof the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning inpain all the way to the ER.Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. HearMeRoar. Calm down and push. Just one more good push(more like 10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the***** (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling,mushroom-headed 10-pound bowling ball through a keyhole.After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.Then come their teen years. Need I say more?When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmotherof all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the afore mentioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. Women are the "weaker sex"? Yeah right.! Bite me.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Music tag
"there's beauty in the break down,"became the title of one of my more recent paintings,because it made me think about the way events or moments in time can be perceived. There is beauty in the good and the bad because there is always something to be learned from either. I love any song that Amy Lee from evanescense( again, I have no idea if I spelled that correctly) sings. Her voice is so amazing that I get very absorbed in the music-especially if I am painting or letting out my inner diva in the car and attempting to belt out a tune along with her. The band Cake is at the top of my list. I love their rendition of I Will Survive. Their music is humorous and edgy, but I usually have to play most of their unedited music after the kids go to bed. My last song is Somebody Told Me by the Killers. It makes think of the club scene and dancing. It is also fun to rock out to in the car. I am definitely one of those scary people that sings along without abandon while driving along in my car. My kids have been known to ask me to tone it done a bit. Oh well, score one for the embarrassing mom bit.
This is a picture created while listening to Frou Frou and is about my children. The working title is Welcome to My World.
