
Tale as Old as Time
Why do I love painting flowers so much? They say that… Art and love are the same thing; It’s the process of seeing yourself in
Why do I love painting flowers so much? They say that… Art and love are the same thing; It’s the process of seeing yourself in
Recently I was delighted and honored to be invited to share a blog post to Unison Pastels blog. Here is the link. I’d love for
I’m not sure how to begin this story. Do I explain about how I just bought the flowers because they were pretty and on sale?
How to get the beauty from inside to outside Gladness breathes. When you have gladness, let it breathe out into the world. God knows we
This is Whiskers. She belongs to my very good friend Sandy, whom I visited back in June during the IAPS convention. She came and sat
Prickly Pear Jelly. AKA Cactus Pear Jelly. A light, transparent pink in color, sweet and delicate in taste. Nice but somewhat bland on toast. A
I know I keep saying this, but it’s true: I learn so much when researching a painting! Usually it’s when I’m surfing the internet looking
The sun begins to slip down toward late afternoon. The firewheels preserve the glow of their infatuation with Sol’s warmth as long as they can:
Winsome, wafting, welcoming–these are all words that come to mind when I see these pink primroses along the sides of the roads in spring. They
I realized that this one had been painted and framed, but never blogged! Story of the Painting Sandy and I have been friends for decades.