Mimi's Art

  It was five months ago, to this date, I said my final goodbye to the house at 345 WFH. Kinda. It was my move out date, anyway. The date I left t...

Art advisors will say "never, ever discount your paintings." Me thinks those advisors never had storage considerations, i.e. lots of inventory in t...

The March Project.  It sounded like a good idea on March 1, and it was.  Until it wasn't. It was a self-imposed discipline.  I needed some structur...

Change your perspective. Change your view. Not to worry.  I am not making a political statement. I am talking about art.  About today, walking to a...

I walked into a shop today, a place where I worked several years ago, the place I fantasize as my backup escape plan to try to go back to if I deci...

It's Friday.  Stop.  Take an extra, calm, breath.  Or two.  Or ten. The world is ... challenging. To say the least. The world is ... still full of ...

Nostalgia: a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. How is it th...

My former mother in law was an amateur birdwatcher. She was also fascinated by people. And she had this theory that if you ever wanted to get a clo...

When I began my daily blog commitment on March 1, it was with the intention of writing about some of my old paintings, with the hope it would inspi...