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Slow Down

Slow down, step back, breath deep and take a long hard look.  If you don’t like what you see, spin around until your dizzy. I promise. It will look different. If your still not pleased,…

Rejection

Last week my work was rejected for the Oil Painters of America’s annual show. I would like to say that the rejection doesn’t really matter much. Admittedly, it’s nice to be accepted by your peers,…

Shiny Faces and a Sold-Out Show

Last week was one for my history books.  A combination of many changes on the home front, a future as uncertain as swarming bees, and a commitment to something that scared the snot out of me…

Happy I didn’t run

I’m so happy I stuck that one out.  I’m past the anxiousness that barely crippled me – and I’m having a great time painting my friends at The Art Spirit Gallery in Ceour D’Alene. More…

Raw

A friend referred to my writing as “raw”. She meant gritty and exposed, not undercooked and difficult to digest.  But lately, all the adjectives apply…more to life than words. “You just need to lock yourself…

Dream Big

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Superman’s starting to rock my club house

Getting There. Every painting should feel this good. I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and bring him along.   Comments 1 Response to Superman’s starting to rock my club house I saw the real…

Superman

Superman flew into my studio today.  He was about 3 years old and very impressed with his muscles. I have 12 days to finish two pieces for The Portrait Society of America’s Annual International Competition. I…

Push to Let

I took a singing lesson last week. I was painting a woman who explained to me that she started taking lessons from an 82-year-old man who claims ‘he can teach anyone to sing’.  I took…

The Top Button

You know when you need it.  You can’t quite handle the pressure anymore and you’re aching to let it all hang out.  At first, you are embarrassed by your inability to contain it all, but you know…