Mixed Media Artist


The Marvel Of Spring

The Marvel Of Spring

6″x24″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas. The sides are 1.5″ deep and midnight blue.

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March Give Away…

I am missing my spring of days gone by. Snowdrops, crocuses, daffodils … the only flowers in my life right now are the ones that I am painting. January and February have been bitter this year. It is always about this time of year that I really start to miss the season of ‘spring’. Knowing that it is a good few months away isn’t helpful. I shaved my legs and painted my toenails the other day in hope that they may see the light of day soon but alas, I know that this is ridiculous folly on my part. I truly hate my winter coat and boots right now.

I have chosen this reproduction to give away for march.. The subject is more ‘summer’ than ‘spring’ but the colour palette is very ‘springlike’ to me.
So my question to you is, what is your favorite thing about this season? Maybe I can live vicariously through all of you …
Just write you answer in the comment section of this post and I will put your name down for a draw at the end of the month.


This is a 6″x12″ mixed media painting on wood. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are painted turquoise.
This painting is $90 and is available HERE.
On ‘Freeing’:
I have to say, I have always felt that wearing men’s ware as a women is not only incredibly sexy but very freeing as well. I am not sure that men feel this way but I have always loved stars that have opted to go this route. Think Katherine Hepburn, Diane Keaton, Marlene Dietrich and even Madonna. I guess I just really like the fact that you don’t have to be showing all that much skin and still have amazing sex appeal. It is kind of empowering. Like I said, not sure if the guys actually like it. I remember going to a school dance dressed up as Charlie Chaplin and I can tell you, I didn’t dance at all that evening. Perhaps a mustache on a woman is never that sexy and, in retrospect, going to a dance at an all boys school and dressed up as a ‘boy’ is probably not the greatest idea I’ve ever had, even if it was Halloween.

This Saturday we had our first art lesson in the loft. Having just all seen the local art gallery’s exhibit of Matisse, I decided that this would be an excellent jumping off point.
Here is what the girls’ created.
( Scarlett was a little creative with the blue eyeshadow before we even got started!)

Meg, signs her creation.
I think they all did a wonderful job!

It Is Your Choice

This is a 4″x6″ mixed media painting on paper covered canvas.
It is funny how we need constant reminders in life. Reminders about things that we’ve already learned. Reminders about things that we have tried to to teach others, mainly our children.

Recently when I was away visiting my family with my husband and two daughters I was struck by how Imogen (my 6 year old) was constantly asking what we were going to be doing next. She asked this question even when she was in the middle of doing something that she was really enjoying. It was like she was trying to hold on to the good feeling she was having by being insured that she still going to be enjoying herself during her next activity and her next. Yet, she was worrying so much about having a good time in her future activities that she wasn’t really enjoying the fun activity she was presently taking part in. Partially maybe, but not entirely.

Remind you of anyone? Well, it reminded me of me .

Ever since I have arrived home, I have had a kind of ill feeling in my belly. Like a feeling of dread or foreboding. I didn’t want to come back this time and I really can honestly say that I am always happy to get home. Back to my life, my home. Always sad to leave my family and Victoria but happy to be back. Not this time though. I have been trying to figure out why this time is different. Perhaps I realize the possibility of ever returning to Victoria is nil to none. Perhaps I realize that if I had realized that when I moved here over a decade ago, I would never have moved here in the first place. Perhaps I realize that realization is untrue because I have to be here. My soul mate is here. The problem is, he wants to get back there too. But how? We could fill rooms and rooms of worry jars with that question. And we have, late at night looking at house listings on the internet and dreaming about having enough money to purchase something that costs twice as much and half the size as the house that we own. Now tell me if this isn’t a wast of time for two people that have so little time in the first place! So much for living in the moment, hey Imogen?

When I was a little bit older than Imogen I traveled to Ireland with my parents and little sister. On arrival at the Shannon Airport I was fairly miserable. I had an earache on the plane and was feeling tired. It was my first long flight as a child and I really didn’t enjoy the experience. I remember being in the back of the rental car driving to Waterford City to see all my relatives and I was most likely whining about feeling so awful. When I think about my parents at this time I realize now how excited they must have been. My Mum was was going to see her Mother and she probably hadn’t seen her for over eight years. Obviously, this was lost on the nine year old me but now when I think about it, I realize how anxious, nervous and excited my parents (only 32 after all) were feeling. I know when I am feeling this way and my girls are being difficult or moody I am struck with feelings of impatience with them. Like they should understand at six and three how important this is to me, which is ridiculous.

Anyway, my Dad turned to me in the back seat of the car and he told me something that has always stayed with me and really changed the way I think about life. He said that he understood that I wasn’t feeling well but that I could either choose to be miserable about it or not to be miserable about it. It was my choice.
To me, the idea that I actually had a choice to feel good or bad when I was obviously feeling bad was kind of like a slap in the face but some part of me liked the idea that it was MY choice to feel better, or to at least try to feel better. I had never before realized that I had the power to make my life better just by choosing to do so. That is some power to have and a major revelation for a nine year old.

In my life, choosing to make my life better has always been by living for right now and not dwelling on what the future holds. We can’t ever really know anyway, can we? It is easy to say worry is a wasted energy but it is hard to live those words. No words are more true. And I know that my daughter(s) will learn more from my actions than my words. So today, right now I am choosing NOT to feel miserable about it.
After all, life is so good to me right now.
Right at this moment.
I am so blessed.
So, so, so blessed.

Girl On A Train

This is a 5″x7″ mixed media painting on paper.

This morning as Imogen ate her hot cereal I realized that appearances are starting to matter. Scarlett requested the curtain closed because the sun was in her eyes. I closed half of the curtain and left the other half opened. Scarlett asked me why I did not just close both curtains and I said it was nice to still be able to see outside. Disgruntled, Imogen stated that I should just close both curtains as a passerby might not only see her wearing the bib I made her put on so she didn’t drip on her clean clothes but also that Mickey Mouse Club House was on the TV. I hadn’t even realized. To be fair, I think she even found this humorous but I bet that would be different in a few years.

(OK, OK, I promise right here right now to never make her wear a bib again. A tea towel or a napkin would have been more appropriate for a six year old).

This painting makes me think about being clueless to her growing up. Sometimes I think I only really see my kids in photos. Look how old she is getting. She looks so young when she is sleeping or standing next to her 6′ 2 daddy. But in this picture she has some sort of wisdom I guess I miss when I am dealing with her on a day to day basis.


concentrationsm1This is a new 8.5″x10.5″ mixed media painting on paper.  I was going to name it ‘Girl With A $500 Cat’ (grrrrrrrr …)


‘Concentration’ really seems to sum it up.



friendssmThis is a new mixed media painting I did on paper.  It is 11.5″x15.5″.

Funny enough, well, not funny at all, Beijing tried to jump on top of the fridge today and fell and hurt his leg.  He is at the vet right now, under observation.  Ching, ching (that is the sound of money …booooooo hooooo).


Striped Socks, Yellow Hat and An Orange Cat …Finished

This is a 3’x5′ mixed media painting on canvas.striped-socks


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.


Girl With Orange Cat On Red Chair

girl-with-orange-cat-on-red-chairThis is a new 8″x10″ mixed media painting on canvas.

This  painting is from my too small series. It shows my daughter Imogen wearing my party dress from when I was five.

I see myself as a little girl in her.   I know when she wears it, she is pretending to be a grown up.

Already she is living in the future, while  her mother’s memories are so easily triggered by the ghost of a dress.