I birthed my younger son at home. Labor had started at 10 pm, but I went to bed anyway, exhausted from canning tomatoes all day. I awoke with a bang at 3 am, though, and somehow, as daddy went to get the midwife, I clambered clumsily and carefully down our … Continue reading
Category Archives: Paintings
When I first moved here to California, I went through a bit of culture shock. The air is grey, not yellow; people wear mostly dull browns, greys and blacks, not bright aloha shirts, sarongs and bright-colored clothing; friendly greetings in stores on the street are regarded as suspicious and either … Continue reading
When my parents built their beautiful self-designed house, they embedded a 4-tile Italian design of a growling dog, in lovely ceramic colors, into the wall next to the stairway. It wasn’t just a regular stairway – oh no, can’t have that! It was a curved stair, open, with huge, thick … Continue reading
You know how when you watch a movie and you end up rooting for the little guy? Well, I do, anyway – such a common theme – well this is the little guy who’s fed up with the shenanigans being pulled by the supposed ‘good’ guys (in this case, the … Continue reading
What happens to kids who just don’t fit the square, round or even triangular holes in society? They end up like I did, seething inside, wishing for friends, afraid of the certain mockery when I opened my mouth, envying the easy friendships others had. Finding solace in art and reading; … Continue reading
People ask me how they can support their favorite artists if they can’t buy from them. Here are a few ideas. • Do you know any gallery owners? If you think your fave artist’s work would fit the gallery, send the gallery owner or acquisitions manager a link to your … Continue reading
SOFT PASTELS I was moved to tears upon seeing a photo of a guy walking down a war-torn road in Ukraine, carrying his 12-year old, huge German Shepherd dog on his shoulder. The caption said he carried him all the way across the border – and then went back for … Continue reading
in the late 90s, I was living in Cerrillos, New Mexico, and had a friend named Bin. She was also a stone carver, and had an enormous Newfie/Lab mix dog named Waldo. The top ridge of Waldo’s back was level with my hip. He loved to lean. If you weren’t … Continue reading
After I got back to the States from New Zealand in 2002, I was filled with gratitude to be back in Hawaii again. I wanted to do a bunch of paintings celebrating the culture, and yet not be blatant, touristy-looking hawaiiana-ized.
Continue readingTonight, the gal delivering a package to me came in to put it on the table for me, as it was pretty heavy. As she handed me the receipt thing to sign, she looked around, and exclaimed, “Oh wow! Are these paintings all yours????” She proceeded to walk around the … Continue reading
Sometimes things just blow up in your face. I painted this as a gift for someone, because he loves wolfies. I wanted to make kind of an oplalescent underpainting for the light streak to go on top of, so on some parts of the piece, I used lemon yellow first, … Continue reading
When I left New Zealand to come back to Hawaii in 2002, I was delighted to be back in the States, but also terrified that I wouldn’t be able to make it. I had almost no money with me, so I had to take a job. The only one I … Continue reading
I lived in NM for ten years, at one point living in an old mining crankshaft station in Madrid, NM. It was a funny old building with brick floors, completely open with no walls inside, and a concrete base in the center of the floor that used to hold a … Continue reading
When I lived in Gore NZ as Artist-in-Residence, I was 3000 miles from home, alone, with almost no money – yet somehow I was able to get by and even have lots of fun, in spite of the several emotional whammos I went through. I kept having these dreams of … Continue reading
When I was a little kid, I saw a wedding on television. There were the usual people – bride, groom, best men and women, and then – the Maid of Honor. “What? What is that,” I thought. “Made of honor? How could anyone be made of honor?” Ever since then, … Continue reading