Mixed Media Artist

Archive for February, 2012

Permission To Paint Something Beautiful?

‘The Tea Party’

A 12″x9″ mixed media painting on stone paper mounted on a wood cradle.  The sides are 1.5″ deep and are red.

I think she has more than tea on her mind…

Available HERE


My new/old mantra (forgotten and revived mantra?)


I don’t often talk about my University experience.  There is a reason for that.  It took me close to 20 years to forget  about that experience. It took me that long to start painting what I wanted to paint and not think about what anyone else wanted me to paint or what their view would be on what I did paint.  It took me that long to shut those voices up so it is no surprise that I would  not want to awake those inner demons by drugging up the memory of that time.

Funny though,  they kind of decided to make an appearance any way.


this just shows what  inconsiderate and  rude these demons I am dealing with are.

Sorry guys, my art is not political, conceptual or shocking…

When I first started to paint full-time, four years ago, I really had no agenda other than to take something void of anything and in that space create something beautiful.  Along the way, of course other things did creep in.  Deeper things: my memories, my worries, my passions,  my dreams … Ultimately, though,  my initial  goal was the quest for beauty.  Something beautiful to look at.  I know that the french Impressionists that I adore  were pushing boundaries with mark making, colour  pallet and subject matter during their time but when I look at their art now, this is not the first thing that I think about. The first thing that strikes me, takes my breath away is the beauty of the piece.  Call me shallow, I don’t care, this is what draws me in and keeps me coming back for  that thrilling beauty fix. It never gets old.

So, thank you for giving me permission to create beautiful things. Thanks for embracing me and what I think is beautiful.  With all the ugliness in the world, perhaps putting a little beauty back into it isnt’   that  shallow after all.

So, whenever I forget what I am doing standing in my loft looking at a blank canvas,


I am going to do my best to  remember  that four years ago I gave myself  permission to paint something beautiful and then,  I am going to attempt to do just that.

New Additions To Red Bubble

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On My Easel Right Now…

This painting is in progress.  Really  I just need to finish the sides as it is a  wrap around 3″ deep canvas.

Also the little birdie’s feet  need to be painted in.

I think that the title will be  Hope Is The Thing.

So now you know what I have been up to. Hope you are having a great day!

Butterflies And Dragons

10″x20″ mixed media painting on stone paper covered wood cradle. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted turquoise.

This painting is available HERE.

I often dream of butterfly wings


Sometimes only dragons spread their wings before my eyes.

Their wings are big and scary,  not at all delicate  like my butterflies

Their wings are strong and powerful

I  still try to remember that those dragon  wings can take my dreams so much farther

I still try to remember  that I need those scary wings to take my dreams even higher than I could ever imagine them

I still cower  from my dragons

It is not often that I search them out, sword in hand, ready to conquer

Oh, but when I do

When I do

There is nothing so wonderful

Stars in my eyes

Air in my step

Butterflies  gently dancing in my belly



The Young Acrobat

This is a 6″x12″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are red.

This painting is available HERE.

The Hopeless Romantic

6″x12″ mixed media painting on wood cradle. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.

This painting is available HERE.

A Star Remembered

This is a 16″X36″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas. The sides are 3″ deep and are a continuum of the painting.

This painting is available HERE.

And My Thoughts Stray To You

This is a 9″x12″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted Red.

This painting is available HERE.

The powerful feelings  that  love can have over us.  Youth doesn’t make it strength any less powerful. Remember Romeo and Juliet?

Some Words On Ephemera

Recently I sold Ephemera And The Zebra. It was the last painting that I did in 2011. I had promised to write about it but never did. I thought, while she is still in the for front of my mind,  I would take a moment to write my thoughts on this piece.

There are so many layers, both physically and literally, to this painting. I think that this is part of the reason that I have avoided writing about it.

Reoccurring Circus Theme In My Work

My love for the circus started when I was 23.  I had decided to take a trip with my parents and younger sister to Florida during Christmas break.  I knew it would most likely be the last time that we would do this as a family, just the four of  us.

As I was studying art in college, an obvious planned destination was the Dali Museum in St Petersburg.  What I didn’t know is that The Ringling Brothers Museum in Sarasota would be far more inspiring and would stay with more than 20 years as a springboard for much of my art.

I find it fitting that Ephemera has now returned to Florida.

Back to Ephemera.

This painting is about time.

Ephemera- are transitory written and printed matter not intended to be retained or preserved. The word derives from the Greek, meaning things lasting no more than a day. Examples would be train tickets, circus tickets, stamps, food stamps.

This painting is about being forgotten. Thrown away. Discarded.

This painting is about being remembered. Cherished. Worshiped.

When I look at old photos of people gone by,  I am often filled with questions. Who were they? Did they have a good life? What were their passions, their hopes and their dreams. Often in these photos, the subject is stoic which makes it even harder to answer any of these questions. It is hard to see their personality because the were often told not to smile or show emotion and they had to sit still for a long period of time.   When I paint from an old photo, like I did with Ephemera, I often make up a story about the individual.  I give her a life back.   In  a way, she is re born. I wanted to take this old black and white photo of a girl with a Zebra (pretty extraordinary in its own right) and heighten it to iconic status.  I also wanted to surround her with actual ephemera. Old circus tickets, stamps, maps and even vintage glass stars.  I wanted it to feel like she was emerging from with in all of this old discarded memorabilia, like peeling off wallpaper and finding a treasure.

(Like EXTREME scrapbooking…ha, ha)

We Are All Transitory

Sometimes when I am searching for old ephemera to use in my paintings I will come across an old photo album. Someone’s family album, just sitting there in a thrift store.  A treasured piece of family history.  Photos that were lovingly placed in a book as a memory of their life  …discarded.

Which leads me to the third thing I was thinking about when I was painting this one.

The lady across the street died.  She was not a happy person, at least not the side that she allowed me to see.  She didn’t talk to me once, and I lived across the street from her for 4 years.  She was a master at avoiding eye contact.  I gave up.  She hated me and I will never know why.  She hated both my neighbors too. The one on my right was accused (and even fined) for letting her cats go in her garden. The one on the left, because she refused to listen to her complain about every thing that she complained about.  This all happened long before I ever lived in the neighborhood so I guess she hated me by default, I was in the middle of the two.

I didn’t know her name until I found out from her neighbor to her right that she was dying of cancer.  Her name was Gayle but I was forced to call her Lefty because of the LHD sticker she had on her car.  She must have taken her car to England with her at some point in her life, I will never know. Twice I tried to send food over to her, but she didn’t  answer the door.

These are the things that I know about her:
Every Saturday she would get up early and go to Zellers to shop. I would see her returning with all of her bags as I opened my curtains to my bedroom.

She had two dogs.

She smoked.

She watched TV sometimes late into the night. I could see the blue light flickering often through her top floor window.

She liked my husband because she saw one of his plays at a local dinner theatre and was impressed by this.

She had very few visitors.

This painting is not about the lady that lived across the street from me. Not exactly.  But like Ephemera, she was transitory…. she was here last year, knocking on her window to rid the two boys from playing in front of her house.  And now, she is gone. Her house sits empty. Her car is gone. It is like she vanished into thin air, and I feel so sad about that.  I refuse to forget her but she made herself so easy to be  forgotten.

To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead. — Samuel Butler


Feb 11, 2012

I just remembered I wanted to add a photo of me at The Ringling Brothers Museum in Sarasota when I was 23.

I Think Of You, I Swoon

This is a 10″ x12″ mixed media painting on stone paper covered wood cradle. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted red.

This painting is available HERE.

Valentine’s day is just around the corner. Hope you are swooning for someone.