Saturday, November 18, 2006


A friend of mine was ebaying some of these lovely storage tins, and reminded me I had a lot of them stashed away in a box and was not using them. They seemed to lend themselves to little shadowbox vignettes, so I turned some into ornaments to put in the Holiday Shoppe at Artella. They were great fun to make!

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Card Attack

Working hard to meet their goal, my two Jr. Sharpie Scouts spent time in the studio with me today! Here is some of their work!

Friday, September 22, 2006


Decos that come home are like little mail miracles, are they not? To me they seem as rare as a message in a bottle, sent adrfit...and they wash up on shore after shore...and somehow drift home. Of the over 100 decos I have sent into the world over a 3 year period, 8 have come home. In fact, the eighth arrived in yesterdays mail, and had been traveling since May of 2005. Hope Clinchot created this Visions of Africa deco, and its pages were filled by artists from around the US and as far away as New Zealand. Thank you to all you contributed, and to Kathleen for sending it home!
Here it sits in a place of honor in the "gallery" of my studio.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Friday, September 08, 2006

From Fumes to Final Product

Here is a page from my Art Journal.Remember that box for of Sharpie Products I was sent by Sanford Co for being such a loyal fan (and having an inside connection)? If not, scroll down, you'll see it.
Lookee how preety...I love the colorrrsssss...

Thursday, August 31, 2006


Who is Myra? She is My Roaming Altoid tin doll. I am playing in a round robin with 11 other fabulous artists for this challenge. Take an altoid tin, take the first steps to creating an art doll of it. Send it to the next in line, along with a journal to track the dolls travels. That person then adds to the doll and sends to the next; meanwhile I get someone else's doll and add to it. The project is slated to run for a full year, so that hopefully next Septmeber, Myra will return home fully arted up, be-limbed (is that a word?) and strutting her stuff. She has a gypsy theme; she travels with her journal in a mini-suitcase, which is also loaded with tiny beads and charms and trinkets for other artists in the group to use during the process. Today, she heads out into the world!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Happiness is a Box Full of Fumes

Sharpie Love...breathe it in...

Monday, August 14, 2006

Art Journal pages again

I think this journal has been the keeper of my sanity this summer...

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

The Seaqueen

This weekend I fiddled around with sculpey...something that is hard for me, since my carpal tunnel symptoms seem to really flare up angrily when I try to use modeling compounds. My fingers go numb within minutes. So I sculpted her form rather quickly and imperfectly...but then dressed her up in glass microbeads and fibres to cover her rougher spots. Her shaowbox "sea" interior measures about 4x4", so she is petite. I may sell her; but I am attached to her right now...she makes me think of an old friend I miss.

Friday, August 04, 2006

paper beads

I just love making these things...I get vey focused and it becomes zen like...takes my mind from my troubles...

Thursday, August 03, 2006


Has propelled me outdoors and away from the studio...which means less art...but more photography. Here are some from my garden...

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

The nitty-gritty

So here are my latest Try it Tuesday gambles...a technique I really enjoy fiddling with: faux rust! Gesso, gold foil, sand, sugar, alcohol inks, acrylics, pearl ex powders,and watercolors.

Be sure to check out the Try It T's link to the right; I am sponsoring this weeks prize with a tote bag from my Cafpress press store stuffed full of art goodies!

Friday, June 09, 2006

Journal Pages-influenced

Some more art journal pages..this time the assignment was Gluebooks...haphazard collage with paper ephemera...but as usual I could not give in to chaos and wound up with not only an arranged series of collages but a theme. Gah. Heavily influenced by reading the DaVinci code, the notion of the Divine Feminine and the balance of the sexes crept into one...and messages in art in another...Ah, well, I like them anyway. Also a few other random pages...

Sunday, June 04, 2006


One of these days I will try photoshop. Or something like it. One of these days I will brave the world of digital manipulation and not be freaked out by all the Scary Complicated Toolbars. In the meantime, I do stuff with MS paint and my free fujipics pathetic.
Here is an odd self portrait. All the colors are fragments of my photos, pictures of the flowers in my garden...iris, rhododendron, bleeding heart, forget-me-not, peony and pansy. Odd, but I like it anyway.

Friday, May 26, 2006

New techniques and new blooms

A combined-subject post, since both these things came about on the same day. Yesterday I got some nice macros of the rhododendrons and peonies in the yard; thought I'd share. And the artwork is a result of my latest "try-it Tuesday" challenge: easy image transfers. Believe it or not, for all the years I have been doing art, this is something I have put off learning. I think now I am hooked! The background is primarily watercolors, acrylics and embossing powders. The pearls and text are stamped on, the leaves and stem are acrylic, and the flower and face and tranfers.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

20 years!

So, its not art...but I survived my 20th reunion, and that takes talent and skill!

Monday, May 22, 2006

Try-it-Tuesdays challenge

I took on Chrysti's Try It Tuesday challenge last week and here is the result; I did a gel image transfer and added some paper lave for texture over the acrylic background. it was a lot of fun and I learned an easy technique; what more can you ask for?

Monday, May 15, 2006

Mother's Day

One of the best things about being a mom. Mother's Day. And roses from your boys. My whole studio smells like an English estate garden. Heaven.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

More journal pages

I have been a bit startled by the effects this art journal has had on me. It occured to me as I was working in it, that this is the first art I have done for myself in over two years. For me to keep! Not to trade, sell, auction, donate, barter or gift. It completely changes the way I relate to the work. It is far more fearless and authentic. I love the feeling. Here are some pages (or some portions, if the text is too personal!) that I am pleased with!(click on the images to see detail or read the poems)

Letter to a Muse (handmarbled paper)

Crazy Quilt (Stamp pad/Prismacolor)
Underneath (gel image transfer/WC/Pittpens)
Verdant (text and other papers/pearlex/gesso/acrylic)

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Art Journaling

So, I have been blessed enough to have an amazing supervisor, Zura, who is teaching this wonderful 3 month art journaling workshop, and she graciously gifted me enrollment! This is a leap for me, as I have done a fair amount of journaling and a whole heap of art, but never the two entwined as a form of expression unto itself. The Pitt brush markers I bought were begging to be used for this, so along with some watercolors and gel image transfers, I create my first two pages. (The assignment was "What is a journal for?" and "Why do I want to keep a journal?"

Wednesday, May 10, 2006


I have been tagged by Amyma for this particular meme; seems I have to answer these four questions and then tag some other poor unsuspecting bloggers.

Five items in my fridge:

2.three kinds of lettuce
3.Asian sesame dressing
4. fresh mozarella
5. cream

Five items in my closet:
1. A number of items that are too big
2. Several shoes with no mates
3. a pile of sketch books, all full
4. a hand painted silk scarf from Thailand
5. a black garter belt, worn once

Five items in my purse:

1. Mint breath strips
2. Business card for my sons' psychaitrist
3. Driver's License that expired today
4.Various charge cards: Kohls, Old Navy, Target...
5. A picture of my youngest son.

Five Items in my car:

1.Umpteen Bionicle pieces.
2. mix tapes from high school and college
3. broken sunglasses
4 .An air freshener shaped like the sun
5. A large tribal butterfly decal

Five people I've tagged:
1 Tammy
2 Edna
3 Braen
4 Tam
5 Beth

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Less than Pretty

So, I've grumbled in the past about my reluctance to get a bit more...well...raw with my work.Been keeping it nostalgic, or dreamy, or opalescent, and quite impersonal. Tonight, as I say farewell to 37, I decided to honor a deeper part of my vision and do a canvas with less emphasis on pretty and more on real. It measures about 10 x 10", acrylic, gesso, watercolor, alchohol inks, pearl ex. Called "There Are Ghosts".

Sunday, May 07, 2006


When I was a kid, my grandfather scared the tar out of me. Let's be clear; I loved him very much then, and do today. At 95, he still keeps a respectable amount of his wits about him, and the more I learn about his life, the more I realize my fear over the years has given way to awe and respect. Mostly I think I was scared because he was so very disciplined and formal, and I was a really scattered kid (who has morphed into a flaky adult). This led to a great deal of conflict, meaning, I screwed up a lot, he got mad a lot, I got punished a lot, and I assumed he did not like me very much.

The fact is, he was very much a product of his culture, raised youngest of three boys in northern Germany from 1910 until the mid 1930's, when he and my grandmother came to New York. They were high school sweethearts and were married for over 60 years before my grandmother's death.

The reason I chose to write about him today is my parents just came for a visit, and spent some time at my grandfather's apartment. My father returned to my house with boxes full of ephemera, years of the accumulated paper flotsam and jetsam that collects in the homes of those who have lived long and well documented lives. My grandfather saved virtually EVERYTHING. For several hours my father sifted through old passports, photographs, financial statements, menus and letters. A portion of some of these marvels he gifted to me, and I wanted to share my grandfather's extraordinary artistic talent with my friends. Papa was an artist, a graphic designer, a calligrapher, a technical illustrator. His work was precise and detailed and beyond the scope of anything I could ever hope to master. In my collection I now have portfolios of the amazing illustrations and designs he generated for Ingersoll-Rand in the mid 40's. I also have a handful of random sketches from ruled notebooks, and some scratch card art. So here, in honor of his talent, are some items I found particularly impressive.

Thursday, May 04, 2006


At home today with my youngest, whose allergies have triggered a terrible cough and wheezing. This always makes me nervous, as I feel so helpless watching his labored breathing. He is subdued when ill, which means he is more like your typical boy than his wild, war-whooping self. He is such a contrast to his brothers.

Behind our house is a small shed, a very sturdy structure built as well as our house was built. Underneath are three "denmates" whom I frequently observe coming and going uncover of darkness. They are the oddest little group, like three bachelors sharing an apartment. Out on the deck at night, when I look down, most often I see the possum as he waddles out to nose around and gather some newly fallen leaves to line his nest. He is an ugly, ugly critter...but almost sweet, he is so ugly. He is very shy and timid.

Denmate number two is a young racoon; at least I assume it is young, he is not very big. He is pretty bold and will come up and sit on the deck and watch us through the sliding glass doors like we are some zoo exhibit. He is also responsbile for attempting to get at our garbage (sometimes succeeding) and is the reason I invested in a lifetime supply of bungee cords for the trash can lids.

Lastly we have the skunk. He is squat and wide and silent. He is generous with his scent, which he seems fond of realeasing directly under the bedroom air conditioner. Silent...but deadly.

These three vastly different critters all cohabiting under one shed. It reminds me of my three critters. My oldest, the possum, quiet and retiring, slow moving and deliberate. My middle, the raccoon: cheeky, bold, clever, cute but don't cross him. And my youngest: the skunk. Though not silent, he is a study in contrasts, his mood goes from black to white in seconds. His reactions are extreme, and affect everyone around him. And yes, I'll say it...he can be a real stinker!

"FunkedUp Flowers" for Artellavisions Mojo of the Month
pen and ink and watercolor followed by digital manipulation.