Feel the Love

Nothing is more heart warming then seeing two people in love. You see it in their eyes, you hear it when they talk, it really is quite infectious. We all smile back at young lovers perhaps remembering the beginning of our own love story. Yes, there is always a story that goes with love. There is a story when he or she proposed and there are stories of their big day.

My story begins with meeting my husband, before he was my husband, at a crossover on the interstate. This is an unusual place to meet, but not so unusual if you are state troopers. 🤪

I now kid him that I thought he dropped a fork when he got down on one knee to ask me to marry him. It was a fast drop and I had to be paying attention. He was sure people were watching us. We decided to get married outside at a beautiful botanical garden.

At the time we were saying our vows to each other, someone, outside of this peaceful garden setting, decided to burn some rubber with what I imagine was a souped up car. All we could hear was the roaring of the tires. I am not sure if anyone heard a word we had said to each other, but we did.

We actually got married on a Sunday, went on a honeymoon and came back to have our reception on Saturday. Yes there were people confused on when we actually got married, and yes we had a very logical reason for doing this. Just got to trust me on this one.

We arrived early at the reception wanting to personally greet every guest. But fate stepped in. My mom, who was very excited about the wedding and very excited to have out of town guest coming, got suddenly very sick while at the reception. So sick we had to call her an ambulance. My father, my new husband and I followed the ambulance to the hospital. She was ok. She was diabetic and her levels got too high. She needed to stay overnight for observation.

We went back to our reception. The food was all gone, but the cake still needed to be cut. Photos were taken and I got to dance with my dad and my new husband. It was a long day. If I remember correctly we took a bottle of wine home and killed it. All that had happened was crazy stressful. But I now had someone by my side to help me get through life’s many challenges.

We’ve been married 34 years now. We have lost family members, dealt with health issues, went to college, travelled and did our share of moving. Now we are retired. Now we enjoy grandkids, family and friends. It has been quite the journey.

But our journey started with just a look. With a simple cup of coffee and a lot of laughter. Just like this painting full of love and possibilities. I wish them both a lifetime of happiness and great stories.

“She Said Yes” 11”x14” watercolor on Arches

Famous Paintings on your Back!

I’m following this artist in New York named Hansel and her business is hanselclothing.com on Instagram. I love her work. I reached out to her and asked a few questions. I told her I was going to try to do the same. So I went looking for slightly used denim jackets ( I believe in recycling) and began painting.

I’m grabbing only women’s jackets and in a variety of sizes. I’m off to a good start. This is my winter project. They are available for purchase now or in the spring at the Wood Station in Ocnomowoc.

I am always asked if the garment can be washed. Yes. Turn the jacket wrong side out on gentle cycle. Don’t put in the dryer let it line dry. Do not iron directly on the painted area.

I have added a hand painted (yes by me) wood disk that serves as a gift tag. Just a fun little extra, plus a card on the bio of the artist and the painting that is on the back.

Jackets are available for $85. If interested or have questions leave me a message.

Pyramid of Skulls by Cezanne size medium
Young Lady with Gloves by Tamara De Lempicka size large
Sunflowers by Vincent van Gogh size 1X

Girl with a Pearl by Johannes Vermeer size 2

Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli size 2
Dancer Tilting by Edgar Degas size 1X

Traveling Alone

I was commissioned to paint a painting for a traveling nurse that worked with my youngest son. Thank God for people who take these traveling assignments to fill a need. As I write this she has been reassigned and is now working in Rhode Island. That’s along way from here.

I was thinking about her as I painted. I don’t know her and never even meet her. So how does she fare traveling from hospital to hospital during a pandemic. It seems lonely to me. It seems hard. Right now we have fear and anger running through America. Angry that this pandemic is going on so long. Angry we are forced to change our habits that we really have no desire to change but have too. Some are afraid of dying from this virus and some are afraid to even admit to that fear.

It’s my first pandemic too. I watch the news until I can’t. I puzzle over what I can do to work toward solutions. As this young nurse travels what does she see? How do others treat her? Does she see that most people are compassionate? Does she love? Does she truly feel valued for the work she is doing? Actions really do speak louder then words.

I wonder that since she is only working “temporarily” do people reach out to include her this holiday season. Or do they think it isn’t worth the effort she will be gone soon? Does human kindness come with timeframes? Only if you are here in my life 6 months from now will I bother to even know your last name. I like to think that isn’t true. Kindness to others is free.

It’s like the classic movie “It’s a Wonderful Life”. None of us knows the impact we have on others. When we do acts of kindness without rewards we are showing our best selves. Our children see this, the neighbors see this and even the person who doesn’t know your name sees this. Kind acts make me smile. It makes my heart burst. I feel like a better human when I reach out to another. Maybe that kindness is part of the solution.

This painting is a gift to her sister. I wish I knew the story that goes with this turkey. I do know one thing; I really know how to paint leaves now!!!

16”x20” acrylic on canvas