Artist's Real Life

  • Mile 19

    Somewhere a little past halfway in a painting there is a point when one is tempted to quit.  

    Starting a painting is fun.  Full of hope and anticipation for how beautiful it can become, with little pressure on the first bits of paint being perfect.  

    Then I work a bit further.  And a little more.  And then, there it is.  The wall.  

    Perhaps not unlike the 19 mile wall of a marathon.  That point where we feel...

  • Safe rest

    That's my bed. Or my old, former bed, to be more accurate.  My Raggedy Ann doll from childhood, and another stuffed animal picked up in 1996.

    The scene is from my bedroom in 1996.  Shortly after my divorce, when I was learning what my 'personal style' was when on my own to decide.  A bedroom in a rental home where I felt safe and secure, at least for the half year I lived there.  The house had been on the market several years, unsold, so we figured the rental situation was a safe bet.  The home...

  • Vignettes

    Pick one at random, then write about it. Into the bag of photos of paintings goes my hand...

    Yes!  I love this one.

    So much so that I have painted it numerous times, in different sizes.  All sold but one, this original large one. That's fine.  I have plans to take this one back to the easel, to ...

  • Masterpiece

    West of Gettysburg, PA there is a mountain range referred to as the Blue Mountains, a ridge of the Appalachian Mountains. It is depicted in this painting.
    Friends in Cape Cod who saw this painting thought it was water in the distance, painted with a very shaky hand for the horizon.
    While I love my water and skies on Cape, there was a certain...
  • Is it there yet?

    Sometimes there are paintings that others love and I look at and think "eh - I could do better."  This is one of them. Painted a bunch of years ag...
  • Smile

    I rarely work in pastels.  It's not that I don't know how.  I simply don't spend much time with them. I have a little pastel drawing in my personal...
  • A room (or ten) with a view.

    I was parked on the side of the access road to Scraggy Neck, working at my French easel on a seascape commission. A large black pickup truck stoppe...
  • over and over and over

    I'm not sure when I painted this one.  Maybe in high school. Yes, probably then, from a photograph. This is a spot I have painted over and over and over again since I was about 12 years old.

    It is a private beach in Megansett where my family vacationed in the early 1970's.

    It is a spot I returned to in 1994 for a personal retreat that put in motion events that would lead to ...

  • The March Project

    "It’s a funny thing, what people expect from an artist. They ask me “what is it you are trying to say with this piece?” And I never know quite how to answer. How do I explain to them that my painting topics ...
  • Painting Pants and Twinkly Toes

    There are so many romanticized ideas of what the life of an artist looks like.  Lovely airy Parisian lofts.  Endless uninterrupted time at the ease...
  • The one when the coyote walks in...

    I'm sitting on a private beach, painting.  Sitting cross legged in the sand, minding my own business.  When out of the corner of my eye, I see move...
  • 100 days and done!

    100 days. That was the first "54 Falmouth Beach Paintings in 54 Days." Plus "the other 46." Why I continued on to 100 after the first 54 were done....