Trying to be Random

Sometimes the camera on the cell phone turns on by itself. If I were paranoid I’d say someone was watching me through that innocent little lens. An actual picture is rarely taken but sometimes I’m feeling a little exposed (pun unintentionally intended). I’m sure it’s just my clumsy handling of a delicate piece of technology, like a butt dial. Is there a name for that like a cheap shot or something?

In any case, some of the random shots were intriguing enough that I felt the whole shoot-at-will thing needed some more study. What I found out is that being “random” on purpose is really hard! It was almost painful to not compose the picture, not adjust the surroundings and so on. Could it be that I just can’t let go of my “eye” and the need to make the shot right? Maybe that takes a certain type of personality. Someone that can let go of control. And here I thought I was just that loosey-goosey-artist-type that could do that. Nope, apparently not. But I’m going to keep try until I get bored with it.

I will be trying this again. Standby….

Lessons From the Art Studio Tour

I’m so honored when friends stop in to support me at the art show and say hello. But boy am I uncomfortable selling my art to them. Don’t you give stuff to friends? I love my friends and want to give to them, not take their money. . It’s the way I give gifts, which I don’t otherwise give. I really suck at gift giving. So this is really perfect…isn’t it? They pick out what they like, I give it to them – everyone’s happy!! When I explain that, the thought and sentiment behind it, is brushed off.

Then to top it off I had one young lady fall in love with a painting. When she asked how much I wanted for it she lost it. “That’s too low!” she gasped “It should be at least double what you have marked here!” …and then proceeded to pay the lower price. ( -.- shrugg). oh well.

Okay big lesson – add ten dollars to each tag. ok, $20. but that’s as high as I’ll go!

The top picture and at the bottom of the other pic, is a new little kids book I’m working on. It’s about an Ant and an Elephant. Before it’s even done I’ve gotten some interest. Actually someone wanted to buy that unfinished little sketch book. Wohoo! They also like the one about the seagull that gets kicked out of Bologna cartel. He then gets a kid to help flood the market with bolgna to ruin his former comrades. Once that’s done, he starts a new gang that seeks out and hords peanut butter….something like that.

Sunday Sillies

I love splotching paint on paper and then seeing what shapes and figures emerge. Not accurate or a great piece of art, but silly and don’t we all need a good dose of silly?




Need This Place

Welcome to Vinalhaven. Maybe I shouldn’t advertise it and keep it a secret… I mean moss covered pine forests edged with giant ferns, I mean, come on! Even the dog smelled fresh and hug-able after a few days here.


Actively Trying To Do Nothing

Its been really hard to not do stuff while on vacation. I’m really trying to not think about stuff like making the the reservation for the ferry to get off island, or making painting for the next book, or anticipating the long ride home. So little outside paintings, walks, watching the tides roll in and out and so on. Why is it so hard to relax? Anyway, actively trying.


Earlier Last Night

I don’t know,  it was the color of the sky, the silhouetted shapes, the setting sun…the picture just had to be taken. It’s not great or anything but there was something whimsical about the berries and the stems they hung on and the rhythm of the leaves.


Blue Fun

Watercolor and ink…blue monster fun just for Max (3.5yrs old).


What Gardening To Me Looks Like

This is what I think of  each spring when its time to put in a garden. Overwhelming, all connected, confusing, colorful, mercurial, nonsensical and intimidating. Then I don’t.


Getting Punchy


From the brain with a concussion and way too much time alone. Painting was fun, exhausting but fun. The caption reads – this is embarrassing but here goes –
I find you absolutely radishing!
Then there’s one on turnips, lettuce, sweet potatoes and yams. It’s the Vegetables In Love series. I know… Going bananas over here.


What happens at the timberline? Wind, snow, bears, frost, unfathomable quiet? Timberline

Astor Place

When I go to NYC, I come home to DC utterly exhausted. Even if I’m dead tired I just can’t sit still or relax for very long. Something magical in the city will slip by if I stay back at the house and have a cup of tea. It’s crazy but I have to be out there walking around! Photographing people, is tough for me, I’m too shy to ask if it’s okay to take their picture and not sneaky enough to do it on the sly. So instead I convince myself that I’m better at artsy stuff like the merge where the horizon connects with the land. It can be buildings or nature but that line has always fascinated me and it doesn’t talk back or want a copy or need a release to be signed. It just exists waiting to be noticed.

Astor Place, NYC

Astor Place, NYC

Granite, Rust and Glass

I love all the elements in here.  A granite sculpture, a glass ball and a rusty “R.”"R"

Rust Wall Filagree


Paint and fiber

IMG_0101Canvas with fiber 11″x 14″

This is the first – fun and different – I have no idea if it’s aesthetically pleasing or not…oh well…going with the fun aspect.

Eddies without pearls

…but I think I want to add three dimensional pearls to this somehow….a string of pearls or maybe just randomly placed. I’ve been sewing on canvas, perhaps I should sew some pearls on this…? I’ll publish the embroidery painting in a few minutes.


Canvas and water soluble oils 24 x 30

An abstract for a throw pillow



I find it hard to let go and just put color and feelings together. Every once in a while I feel like I get close. This one is close but it’s empty somehow…not sure what would make it have more depth….thoughts and suggestions are welcome. I’m the perpetual student always looking for tips and guidance….Thank you in advance.

Roses for a small pillow


Iowa took me eight hours

I did this embroidery at work. Should I admit that? In freezing cold studio, waiting to do touchups on two fellas that talked about wildlife conservation and their part in to 30 or so radio and tv stations. Fascinating but freezing! my hands
could hardly move.
(p s I’m doing this from the phone for the first time – lets see if I can get the picture of the piece in here)


Remembering not to Forget