For seven years I lived in a striking landscape. Mountains shoot from the valley floor. Rivers run as clear as air. I was too afraid to stand in it alone. I was convinced that the…

I’m a square peg. Occasionally rectangular. Every so often, a triangle. But…never round – it seems. Regardless of my shape-shifting, my perception was always an ill fit. It’s gotten better with age. Gravity and experience…

Lilac. It’s a ‘bisexual’ plant that symbolizes love. I didn’t know that. Only that it smells divine and will not last long if you cut it down and expect it to live in a container.…

Kelly Sullivan On the Artistic Road Less-Traveled When it comes to obvious definitions, it’s a challenge to fit Kelly Sullivan into any easily delineated category. Straddling the line between painter, patron and educator, the Lambertville…

To all enthusiastic students, whose efforts, failures, and victories I applaud. “Don’t be shy with the paint,” my grandmother used to tell me. After so many years of trying to figure it out on my…

A wrenching chapter, but relatively short in the span of a lifetime I guess. 15 ½ months of angst & guilt, fear & eventual concurrence led to a spinal fusion. She is in her fourth…

It’s as close to flying as you might get without wings. From my deck I watch them flip around. An unsuccessful landing takes a serious slap to the side of a body. They splash back…

It gets dreamy around here when the sun goes down and the boat lights come on. Its like looking through windows on a city street, and imagining the life happening inside. I have to assume…

I am a bit lonely. I guess that can happen, even in paradise. I am happy for this painting intensive and I am giving it my all, but I would love a little squeeze from…

Great, strong face. There are so many of them around here. Perhaps I need another week or two… Comments 6 Responses to Zacchious We’re all oohing and ahhing!! Nice! Posted by Reed · via kellysullivanfineart.com…