Sunday, November 15, 2015


Time for the DPW challenge, just a week late.

I am drawn to the sky. I love observing the changes in the colors and textures of the clouds: the blues reflecting off the sky, different shades of white, mixed with grays, and bits of lavender or hints of lemon yellow here and there. Depending on the season, there is a surprising variety. Recently, this Autumn, our clouds have been surreal. Enormous and fluffy, with expansive shapes and vibrant colors. Our sunsets here in Erie are known for their dramatic color. They're often awe-inspiring. I've lived here a long time, but I'll never take them for granted. If I painted the atomic pinks and tangerine glow as I see them, It wouldn't look realistic. It would look exaggerated and otherworldly. These past few weeks, I've had my eye on the sky, and I've focused on painting the many different types of clouds I can find in my part of the world.

Painted on a 12x12x1/2 inch gallery wrap canvas.

Monday, September 14, 2015


Oil painting on a 6x6 inch flat canvas panel. I see the summer passing quickly, trying to capture a moment in a painting.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Balcony Challenge

This weeks challenge the Balcony Challenge. I added more flowers, and warm colors.

The real challenge, getting back into a work mode, finding creative spark, finding time to see it through. It has been an interesting summer, filled with with highlights and some very low lights.

Sunday, June 7, 2015


We have the most magical, colorful sunsets here on Lake Erie. The Presque Isle Peninsula is a color master in the evening. They never get old, even in the dead of winter. I once read that an artist should never paint a sunset, it's for amateurs. Not very artsy. I paint what I love.

This is aa acrylic painting on canvas paper, I put it in an 11x14 white double mat.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother's Day

Another of my paintings of Presque Isle State Park, here in Erie, PA. A little on the abstract side, painted with a palette knife on an 8x8x1 inch gallery wrap canvas.

Listening to a nice thunderstorm, mild weather, time for reflection.

Friday, April 24, 2015

White Geraniums

A little palette knife painting in oil on a gesso board. This 5x7 inch painting was therapy after a cold day complete with snow flurries.

I was invited to participate in the Edinboro Art and Music Festival. I'll be under the tent at the Goodell Gardens on May 16 and 17. If you are in the area stop by and say hello. Special Guests will include Margaret and Will Hennessey from Apex, NC.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Memories of Time...

HP Lovecraft wrote, "ocean is more ancient than the Mountains and freighted with the memories of time."

Set of four paintings. Each 5x7x3/4 inches. Painted in oil with a palette knife on gallery wrap canvas. Winter, below Fall. Upper right Spring, below right Summer.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

I Must Be A Mermaid....

Anais Nin wrote, "I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living."

I have recently done a series of theme paintings, this is the first. Painted in oil on a 16x20 inch flat canvas panel. I miss my Lake, in the winter it looks like a frozen tundra, beautiful and silent. No pounding or gentle surf, no seagulls. Just a bitter cold wind blowing in from Canada, waves frozen and ice dunes as far as you can see.

Abstract Impressionist? All pallet knife, it felt loose and fresh to me, no hovering over questionable brush strokes. A good time.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


This weeks entry for the DPW challenge. My favorite thing to paint, after beaches. This was from a photo I took last summer, it had a bumble bee visiting. I left him out of this painting because I did it in a pallette knife, and, well, he got wiped.

Painted in oil on a flat canvas panel, size 8x6 inches.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

In your own backyard

Every morning, I sit with my coffee and enjoy a few moments of solitude. The winter has been harsh and I am grateful that I work out of my home studio. Every once in awhile, the gray clouds are gone (never for long), and I get a glimpse out of kitchen window of a magnificent sunrise.

Spring training has begun, it won't be long until I can open that window.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Salt and Pepper

Challenge this week, paint without color. My very special pewter salt and pepper shakers. Vintage and memories of days gone by.

Painted on a sheet of 8x11 inch watercolor paper.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

I Need Color

Painted this today in watercolor. As February winds down, winter hanging on with a vengeance,
all I can say is I Need Color.

Mat size is 11x14.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Tree in Spring

March is but two weeks away. This is a tree in my back yard, I have a little fairy door, window and steps for the bottom of the tree. Of course, the fairies and the fairy door are packed away for the winter. Tonight's temperature is zero. I'm using this time to paint and not venture out of doors.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Simple Things

A very simple palette knife painting of my daughter's pitcher. I love the minimalist design of this white pitcher, so elegant.

Painted in oil on a 12x9 inch board.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Water, wind, wonder

Day 16 of the challenge. 12x9 inch oil painting,,palette knife and brush. Small child at the beach.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Challenge day 15

Day 15 of the 30 day challenge. I wanted to paint these amazing glasses my son bought while at the Van Gogh museum. Adding to the still life a bottle of Chardonnay that had a beautiful label titled Ghost Pines.

The colors in the photo are not as vibrant as the real painting. Another challenge to living in the NE of the US.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Loretta Grace

Paint your parent challenge on DPW. I choose this photo of my Mum, it was the 1930's and this was the beach attire.

Poetry Paintings

Edward Estlin Cummings, commonly known as E. E. Cummings, was a groundbreaking poet and painter. He was from Cambridge Massachusetts, and most of his poems were free verse and on the subject of nature, romance, life, or death. E.E. was an expert at ignoring convention. Grammar and syntax were not used properly by Cummings (gasp!), but were struck down and reused in an unorthodox manner for dramatic visual effect. 

He often broke individual words into pieces and rearranged them in a seemingly insane way, but there was a method to his madness. In this way, he was absolutely revolutionary. His poems often show a careful consideration for the movement of the reader’s eyes, and a deep understanding of the individual letters that make up the words of his poems. 

As a painter, he brought his love of representational art to the poetry page. I’m sharing his poem “The sky was” because it’s a good example of what I like to call his  “poetry paintings.” In this short poem, the text reads much like a painting would... if you could read a painting. ;) 

The actual words, if you were to strip the poem down, and blankly read it out loud (the horror!) are as follows: “The sky was candy luminous edible spry pinks shy lemons greens coo1 chocolates under a locomotive spouting violets.”  Those words create a beautiful description of a sunset. It’s the type of half-crazed passionate descriptions that are typical for a Cummings poem. 

The reader can almost see him, with his eyes bugged out, excitedly throwing his arms in the air as he describes the wonder of a sunset. However, Cummings takes it further than just using descriptive words. He forces the reader to feel dizzy in wonder, as well. 

Have you ever watched a sunset, taking in the different shades of color here and there, and types of clouds in the sky, and realized that your eyes were dancing around so much that you’re starting to feel a little nauseous? 

“That purple cloud at the horizon is breathtaking, and the pink ones near the trees are shaped like a train, and the yellow wispy clouds over there are really beautiful, and over here if looks like....” 

The way E. E. used syntax, in a scattered and billowing way, forces your eyes to dance across the sunset in wonder with him. He takes you not just into a description of the sunset, but makes you physically look back and forth at his description. There’s something really special about taking representational art, and meshing it with poetry. I love when different styles of art mix. :) 

Be back soon!

Sunday, January 11, 2015


A very simple, quick watercolor sketch of a photo taken this past summer. I tend to really overwork my paintings, especially watercolor. Hoping to cure that habit.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Fast and loose Lavender

I decided to try and commit to a 30 paintings in 30 days challenge. Sometimes it is difficult for me to justify the time to paint. Sheets need washed, floors need cleaned, paperwork sorted, etc. I need this, especially since January is my least favorite month.

Painted in oil on a 12 x9 inch gallery wrap canvas.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Keep Dreaming

Painted on a 6x6x1 inch gallery wrap canvas in oil with a palette knife. Here I am at the beach on a hazy, hot day. Not.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Quabbin Reservoir Zombie Outbreak Survival Plans

The Quabbin Reservoir is one of the largest manmade public water supplies in the United States. Located in western Massachusetts, It is the primary source of drinking water for over 2 million people. My brother lives a short drive from there, and often takes advantage of the serene landscape. Yesterday, my mom made this oil painting based on one of his more snowy photographs of the reservoir. I love it. 

I was there last Autumn with my family, and the pristine grounds were breathtaking. Because it is a major source of drinking water, the purity of the water is heavily protected. The 181 miles of shoreline can be viewed from a distance but not touched, dogs are prohibited from the park, and local seagulls are harassed by professionals to keep them from polluting the water. If you think that last part was a snarky joke, check out the photograph I took when I visited. 

In short: The Quabbin Reservoir is my number one choice for when the zombie apocalypse begins. There is an abundance of fresh water, the grounds are protected, there is access to pyrotechnics, seagulls could be hunted for food (I'd prefer tofu but survivors can't be choosers), and the surrounding wooded area is the perfect place to find shelter, berries, and firewood. 

We don't have a very wide readership of this blog, so I can write this. If you'd like to join me when the dead rise from the grave, you can meet me there. But don't bring too many friends. I'm not being anti-social, it's a simple survival strategy. 

I'm going to want a relatively small, but strong group of survivors. It's common sense that the larger your group, the greater the risk of a widespread outbreak within your group. Also, in the apocalypse you have to fear the living. Ahem. I think I miss The Walking Dead... 


Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Lady Kate

There is something about this boat. It is a fixture around here. On a lovely fall day at Presque Isle State Park, I happened upon the Lady Kate. She is not a nautical wonder, or a magnificent sailboat. Just my painting subject for the day.

Painted in oil on an 8x10 gallery wrapped canvas.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Sunlight on My Face

January is here, not my favorite month. Shedding holiday pounds from all the lack of any will power. Very short daylight hours. Lots of darkness, cold and grey skies. Can't get U2 out of my head, "I want to feel sunlight on my face!"

So I painted color. Keeps my hand out of the cookie jar.