Mixed Media Artist

Archive for March, 2009

Poppy Mural In Progress

maria-painting-1Stepping back to take a look.

I’ll have more images of this soon….


IF ‘Legendary’ The Frog Prince

girlfrogs1He was legendary among the old timers  in the  lily pond.

Oh, by the way, this one is available as a limited edition reproduction ACEO.

As Free As A Bird

as-free-as-a-birdsmJust a little mixed media painting I did today.  I am working on a larger painting, also with a bird cage.  I have been wanting to include this wire birdcage in a painting for quite awhile now and I finally got around to it.


Go Oilers Go!

photoImogen is going to the hockey game tonight.  Do you think she is excited?

White Rabbit

white-rabbitHere is a little sketch I did yesterday of a girl dressed as bunny.  Maybe Easter is on the brain or maybe it is last week’s ballet recital (Imogen was a bunny).  Anyway, I thought I’d share it ’cause I thought it was kind of pretty.


In The Moment

in-the-momentHere is a new 8″x10″ mixed media canvas that I did today.

Capturing a moment. Mid giggle.

Usually I gravitate toward the static , moody pose but occasionally I like to challenge myself with this type of image.  Not unlike ‘Joy’.


Spring Dreaming

This is another mixed media drawing that I did today.  She seems to be in a meadow.  I wish I was in a meadow. A way from this frigid cold.  I am so done with winter.  Perhaps I have spring on the brain.  I wish spring would sprung already.

Also, you can read an interview I did recently about blogging and my art  by checking out this fabulous blog :  Art of Humongous Proportions.



drawingI didn’t have long this morning so I did this quick  mixed media drawing on paper.

IF ‘Intricate’ Butterfly Girl


She had wings as intricate and delicate  as a butterfly.

Drifting In And Out


I finished this painting today.

The  title refers to the way our memories fade in and out.  Some memories are so clear while others are foggy and transparent.  The memories that are clear are not always the most important, often we wonder why we have held on to that memory at all.   How can we remember things so vividly from long ago but barely remember things that happened to us last week?

The memory can be selective and often distorted.  What is really true, what is fabricated, what is embellished?   I often wonder these things.  And I often worry what memories I am creating for my children.  What are they going to remember?  Mommy keeping the house clean?  Our walks to the library?  Ballet class?  Our endless photo sessions?  Watching too many Barbie movies?   My limited patience?  My reclusive tendencies?  How will my choices effect them in their adult lives?  Did  I give them a feeling of entitlement?* And on and on.  It  sure can be exhausting.

I remember somewhere I heard/read of a woman ( I think it was some film star) saying she had absolutely no memory of her childhood.  It was like she didn’t exist before a certain time.  I wish I could remember if I had read it or heard it on TV but there you go, my memory fails me.  I found that idea fascinating though.   No memories of being a child.  That would be so odd.   I wonder if she ever had children of her own. What kind of Mother was she?   How would she relate to their childhood?   Surely the memories of our own childhood shape the way we raise our children.  For good or for bad.  Isn’t that why we hold on to traditions?  To try to relive our childhood through our children’s experience of the same things we did when we were children.

I’ll stop now, I could go on and on.

*I am currently reading ‘Outliers’ by Malcolm Gladwell

This painting is available on etsy