I found a photograph of my great grandfather’s farm on Reichel Road in Wisconsin. At the very edge of the photo, nearly cut off, was my grandmother as a young girl taking aim.
I needed artwork for some promotional material for my business. I decided to use one of my paintings which will become branded shipping tape. Can’t wait for it to arrive.
Almost dry and ready to varnish, couldn’t resist trying it in a frame.
I have a box of canvases that are paintings that I started but never finished. Every so often I like to go back to this box and revisit the forgotten “bones” of a previous work to see where a fresh perspective might take it. Here are a couple that I completed this week and uploaded to Fine Art America so they could be converted into textiles or larger, framed reprints.
With the close of 2017, I have to admit that the year for me was a mixed bag. While I could dwell for hours on all that went awry, like my fragrance allergies and my skin cancer diagnosis, I will instead focus on what an amazing year 2017 was for me as an artist!
By the close of 2017 I estimate that I sold over 25 paintings during the year, one of which was sold to a private collector in Australia. My debut in the land down under. We will see what 2018 brings, whatever that is, I’ll just keep swimming.
Sunday mornings, coffee, quiet and I paint. Like someone threw the window of my soul open after a long week at work and for awhile I remember who I am. A moment in my week when I am no longer defined by my health, my job or external circumstances.
Additional note 1/15/18
I think I’m finally done with revisions. She reminds me of growing up. I loved pretty clothes and fancy hair but then I’d walk to school though the swamp because it was more interesting than the view from the streets. My poor mother. My poor shoes.