When they Believe

It’s wonderful to have others love what I paint. It is especially heart felt when my granddaughters think I’m so awesome of an artist I could get rich selling what I create. The life of an artist is never about the money. Each piece created is a journey. I’m asking myself if this looks right or should I start over. I know the more I paint the better I become. I am teaching my young granddaughters the joy of creating and I’m always saying “perfect is boring”. In their minds if it isn’t perfect it’s ugly. I hope they are listening when I tell them not to worry about bring perfect.

Recently we went to see the movie Cruella. We all enjoyed the film. There was a collective love of these little black and white puppies not knowing how anyone could hurt them. My granddaughters are big animal lovers especially for dogs.

We are packing up to drive our youngest granddaughter home the next day. It will be an all day trip. My granddaughter turns and asks “Grandma can you paint me a Dalmatian puppy before we go?” Honey, there’s no time we leave tomorrow. This grandma has a hard time denying such a simple request. I told her I would try.

So I always have a ton of art supplies handy for any of the kids that want to create. I had a canvas board from the Dollar Tree and a frame from St. Vincent. Let’s do this.

She was all smiles when we hit the road. Grandma you are amazing. This is why I paint.

Farewells

Saying goodbye to someone you love is one of the hardest things we have to do. “Death is part of life” or “God doesn’t give us more then we can handle”. It’s what people say. It may not be very comforting but we struggle with finding the right words.

Sometimes we show we care with a unique piece of art. Art created from a photo. The photo taken on one of the best days of their life. A photo that brings the gift recipient to tears. This painted box will be given to Pete’s wife. Pete died this year and has created a huge void.

I read once that we all die twice. The first death is when we leave our physical bodies. The next death is when there is no one left who remembers your name. I guess that’s why people want roads and buildings named after them. We are afraid to be forgotten.

I don’t need to be remembered forever. I’m guessing Pete didn’t want that either. Pete’s wife and family loved him deeply and his loss will be forever felt. It is who we love and how we treat those we care about that really matters.

I hope that I make a positive difference in at least one person’s life. I can think of a whole lot of people that have made me a stronger and better person. If you want to know how you’ve made my life better? I will gladly tell you.

“Houston“ acrylic wooden box

Winter’s Beauty

I think one of the prettiest birds that really pop against the white snow is the cardinal. I am often commissioned to paint the cardinal the most. I love the many shades of red and orange that goes into their feathers. It is not just solid red but many vibrant shades blended together.

This painting is at the request of a friend who wanted the bird painted against a green background instead of the typical snowy white. I like this choice. With so much snow surrounding me when I go outside this brings me a little bit of early spring.

Spring will be here before you know it. I hope when this year draws to an end that everyone who wants a vaccine has gotten a vaccine. I hope that we are once again able to come together.

It has been a challenging year where I’ve learned about Zoom, what restaurants delivers and the value of a phone call instead of a text.

Think spring but remember the beauty still visible in all the snow that surrounds us these days.