Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Dahlia in a jar


Hello Dahlin. What's up in the world of art painting running a small business? On today's menu, we have Website Redesign! I hear you, collective groan all around from those who have done it, are doing, are resisting doing it. There have been some bumps, nothing unsolvable but artist types aren't exactly jumping out of bed to talk Wordpress and SEOs and themes. So I paint little things in between, little pieces like a postcard painting of a dahlia in a jar, just to keep the creative engine running.

The other side of website redesign is that I am excited to have a digital overhaul. It's overdue and needed and pushing me out of some comfort zones and that is good.  Back to the easel, back to the content writing, back to the future. xo

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Breaking Surface by Mark Nepo


A lovely friend shared this poem with me today. I like Mark Nepo a lot but had never heard this before. In the spirit of keep on keeping on at our art and craft and whatever it is that is calling us.

Let no one keep you from your journey,
no rabbi or priest, no mother
who wants you to dig for treasures
she misplaced, no father
who won't let one life be enough,
no lover who measures their worth
by what you might give up,
no voice that tells you in the night
it can't be done.
Let nothing dissuade you
from seeing what you see
or feeling the winds that make you
want to dance alone
or go where no one
has yet to go.
You are the only explorer.
Your heart, the unreadable compass.
Your soul, the shore of a promise
too great to be ignored.

Mark Nepo, "Breaking Surface"

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Poets & Painters (& Pie!)

Family! Friends! Friends that are like family! Anna Elkins and I are offering a fun, no experience needed writing and painting workshop at the charming Pennington Farms in the Applegate. The environment is inspiring, the pie is delicious and the writing and painting will be loose and free, designed to complete a poem/prose and painting in one afternoon. All supplies provided, just bring you and your country drive adventure spirit.

Hope to see you there!
Details:
Saturday, November 11th
11-3pm
$95
Pennington Farms
Registration through email: ae@annaelkins.com

Saturday, October 7, 2017

More


These are things in my kitchen cupboard. Seriously. I know there should be things like alphabetized spices and cereal boxes and folded linens and all kinds of sundry kitchen things like pasta in tube shaped tupperware but somehow several of my cupboards turned into a prop staging center and shows no signs of changing. Vintage bundles of airmail envelopes, letterpress numbers, old acorns, maps, ink, sugar tongs, tea cups, doilies, a miniature silver trophy, a Steiff donkey, tins in every sugar-tea-coffee-biscuit variety, china plates, some matched some mis-matched, cake stands, Italian marbles and pen nibs have real estate.

There is more. It is constantly evolving. It's the I Know I Have a Rusted Old Key and Bone Handled Fish Knives somewhere compartment of my brain. I know that if all these disparate charming useless once loved, now beloved, items all live together, the sum of their parts becomes so much more. They are props for my workshops, props for me, inspiration jumping off places, the leading ladies in many paintings, the prized treasure at the funky antique store that has that too chatty lonely owner. They are my creative fuel that keeps the house warm. I could be more organized. Or more focused. Or more precise. Or more streamlined. But why?

More the merrier, More is more. xo

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Pumpkins on a Stick


Are these found in nature? Engineered by Trader Joe gardeners in a some creepy Halloween lab? Growing wild in Pumpkinland, USA? How exactly did "pumpkin branches" become a thing and when you google them how did they exist as so matter of factly as "Pumpkins on a Stick". Actual name. Never mind the how or why, they are freaking fantastic and so orange and adorable and autumnal that I just want to say autumnal over and over.

Pumpkins on a Stick in a mason jar are on my art table exactly like this. Jar, water, branches. Perfection. I will stop scoffing at all things pumpkin spice latte because I'm clearly feeling it this season and see no signs of stopping. Wait, pull over, I see a pumpkin patch!!!!!!!! xo

"Pumpkin Branches" 8x10" SOLD

Friday, September 22, 2017

Pink Sails


Exciting news here! I took the leap into putting my artwork onto a variety of print on demand products and I am having so much fun playing with these new formats. Pouches, tote bags, art prints in all forms, mugs, eye phone cases & chargers...duvet covers & shower curtains! Ok, maybe the last two a stretch...but still. SO FUN.

Check out this link for more. And thank you for supporting this art adventure.

xo

Monday, September 11, 2017

Court 4


It's no secret I'm not that much of an athlete. I really love being active but I missed the hand-eye co-ordination team sport gene and since I can remember, I was that kid picked near the end for sports. (The agony!) I've always assumed "I'm not good at sports" and I've faithfully lived up to my belief but there are some, that despite my skill level, I adore. Namely, tennis.

I played growing up, high school, had regular lessons, dabbled in university, my 20's, always a little, never consistently. But it was always there. As my sport. The one I didn't play frequently, but mine nonetheless. I owned a racket after all!

This has been the surprising summer of rediscovering and playing tennis. I have a fabulous partner to hit the ball with, take lessons and attend a weekly clinic. I'm all in. The suffocating smoke that has descended on our town has temporarily derailed outside playing but I've found indoor courts. If I'm not playing this week, I'm watching. The US Open has never been more exciting and action packed! Is this an obsession? Maybe. And that's ok. I like obsessions when they lead me down the path of joy and distraction. When I started painting regularly I was absolutely obsessed. Still am. To me, these are the human green lights on our highway. Keep going. Rev the engine. Hit that ball!

It's also been a summer of challenges. Unexpected expenses, major household repairs, brutal fires all around us, hazardous smoke and close friends moving away. And that's before I turn on the TV and watch the devastation happening in Texas, Florida, the world, the orange person in charge. I'm a piece of sand compared to what's going on globally.

During these times, I'm trying to rise to the challenge & continue to follow the obsessive joy markers when I can. I notice myself needing to fill up the well more frequently. My nerves are frayed. The gentle quirky little life I have here packing orders, painting commissions, going to trade shows, selling my wares, all feels a bit tender.

So might as well smash some tennis balls, hang out at Court 4 and pretend, for just a moment, that I'm Maria Sharapova. xo