“What, no tuna?”
This is a watercolor painting I created for the festival in New Cumberland called Riverfest

I was first dubbed an artist at a community meeting. It stuck. From there concepts grew in my brain of what I wanted to experiment with, what I felt I had to stay away from and upon waking what to paint.  I’ve been involved with the Top of West Virginia Arts Council for 2 years and had the honor of creating an Open House and Art show in February of 2019.  Out of that show, I snagged 7 artists new to the Summit Art Gallery. And although public speaking isn’t a forte of mine, I was honored and humbled at the same time to introduce the talented players new to the scene. A featured artist at the Victorian Splendor exhibit in September of 2019 gave me the opportunity to display both my art and jewelry.  I’ve had 3, count them 3 Watercolor art lessons.  The painter I had taken 2 classes from encouraged me not to come back. “You Tube it” he said. Perplexed I questioned why perhaps I wasn’t a student of his choice to which he responded the drawing part he could not teach me what I already knew. Learn on your own. Now, I will fast forward to my third watercolor lesson.  During an Art Hop, I was assigned to the Weirton Area Museum and Cultural Center and I rolled out a few 5 x 7 watercolor pictures on Strathmore 140 lb. paper in a few weeks time.  Bob Watson, casually walked over to me and Lambros and said, “I’m going to paint, if you would like to come over and watch.” I nearly fainted at the proposition of watching a master watercolorist at his work. I sat quietly as a mouse but still squirmed around in my seat out of pure exhilaration. As he started to sketch out the composition of his painting, I asked where his ruler was, so he could complete the architectural aspects, and he quietly laughed and shook his head. “Oh, I don’t need one of those.” One of the best days of my life, honestly.  I fell in love with watercolors.  I love the idea of the transparency of the color, and how to create shadows from grey brings depth to my life. You can watercolor anything, and make it look amazing by drawing people into a story you create. The artist reading this will laugh when I say, when choosing between watercolor and acrylic paint, I like watercolor because, well, acrylics hate me.

Coming up

Music and Art at Oak Glen on March 20th, 21st and 22nd

Mike Schwartzmiller is famous in this area of West Virginia for being eclectic. He came up with the idea to add his DNA to his paintings for authenticity. He wants his buyers to have originals. So in all his artwork, is shavings of his blonde hair. Meet my canine shadow, where we go one we go all. And the only DNA left in my artwork, you guessed it, his dog hair. I promise by the time a client would purchase it from me, I will have tweezered it out of the picture.
Repainting the frame Aquamarine. This will be available for sale at the Oak Glen Show. Get painting people!
Money tree! Who wouldn’t want one of those. I remember being at the Spade’s house next door to my childhood home and touching this plant. So transparent, and every time I flew out the back door and past it, I would smile. “Money does grow on trees,” I’d say to myself. The feeling was like being provided for… from beyond. I’ve moved out of that area, but remember with much fondness the moisture in the ground caused by the numerous trees on the lot. Our rich solid here in West Virginia where my roots are growing is pure magic as well. With so little, a plot of land, some mushroom manure and a little elbow grease, we could still make magic.
Imagination is just what one needs if they can’t have indoor plants. Cats are mischievous creatures and often times I find my Pink Erasers being tossed across the room just because! So having actual real live house plants, not a thing here. So I paint them. This will be on display at the Top of West Virginia Art Gallery in May. Come check it out, and I promise you will love the atmosphere.
Oh may I be dramatic for a moment. The perfect peach rose painted, the backdrop of contemporary lines painstakingly drawn. And what happens? Not a frame in sight that fits. To cut the picture or not cut the picture, that is the question. I could… not cut the picture and use old dictionary pages to fill in the white space (a simple rose becomes much more complicated), or gawlie go online and find mattes that fit (oh, and what price to be paid for perfection considering not many places sell mattes anymore). The saga continues welcome to the Days of Our Lives.
You outta be in pictures. Oh how I miss the beautiful hydrangeas growing steady in my front yard. Such color, such variety and now, mulch. Yes you guessed it, someone in need of an attitude adjustment done cut down my hydrangea bushes. Landscape licenses should be a “thing” and I am hiding the clippers, the weedwhackers and hoping she grows back.
The Eagle and his Family

Working on a special project always excites the senses and sense of purpose. In these times we live in right now, I am seeing an increase in homesteading, well.. homesteading the millennial way. Friends are buying thread and needles to hand sew safety items, many of my friends are going back to their roots of Native American herbal culture and even hair and skin care projects are taking root in nature.

AND just go ahead and add Logo Maker to my Resume! Paaa Pow!!!!

Just when you think it was safe to come out of cyber land..You discover a simple inexpensive hack to create your own damn logos! Oh I could not be any more exited. And to think on the 13th of the month, my typical unlucky day. I learned.

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