A Time of Secrecy

There was a time when children were to be seen and not heard; when little girls were given no importance; when good manners was the protocol at the expense of one's own spirit.... It Was A Time of Secrecy.

Playing Around With Color

Though a little hazy, this is my experiment with my new watercolor pencils. I can draw with them and then use a wet brush to activate the watercolors. The pencils provide an easier way to blend colors prior to adding the water. I think I will like using them. They are portable and effortless.

Never Too Old For A Pedicure

The feet of an aging woman, drawn while applying polish...though not beautiful, at least interesting!!

View From the Porch

This Guy Wolf hand-thrown pot from the foundry in Connecticut, was purchased many years ago on a trip to New England. Growing inside, a green and burgundy caladium and a red salvia, a volunteer that seeded itself. Hand drawn, then water colored.

The Slip On the Closet Door

A watercolor of Aunt Isabel's vintage slip hanging on the closet door. This slip is actually off white and is at least 50 years old. All cotton, double panel on the skirt, priceless.

The Mexican Cup

Fill with a strong expresso, add a little cream, and take to the third floor terrace where you will sit and listen to the birds and the bells and the barking dogs. Add a Mariachi band, the sound of the Santorini delivery man, the knife sharpener, and the garbage truck and you know you are in San Miguel. This watercolor is of the one, solitary cup I purchsed from a street vendor in San Miguel one year ago this week. I want to go back there. And I want to go back now!!

On Lake Santa Fe

Another in the set of watercolor journal pages I am working on. I work in a 5x7 watercolor book that is easy to transport and great to sketch in. I sketch first and watercolor later. It is a lot like coloring and I have never lost my love for coloring. This drawing was done from a photograph taken on Lake Santa Fe during my visit to Melrose. The photo appears in one of my previous posts.

In the Trunk

"Not allowed to have a studio at home one artist made collages in the trunk of her car."

Of Vision Boards, Retreats, and Solitude

This weekend, I went to visit a dear friend in Melrose, Florida. I had never been to Melrose even though it is scarcely less than an hour away from my home. My friend has the soul of an artist but is so busy in her work, that she never really gets the opportunity to explore that side of herself. And so, I took all of the makings for a vision board, several art magazines, many articles about creativity, scissors, and glue.
We spent the day having brunch, talking, talking, and talking; then we worked on our vision boards and I took photographs of this beautiful setting to sketch later in my little sketch and watercolor book. After this wonderful day of visiting, creating art, and fishing with a cane pole and wiggly worms, I felt that I had truly gone on a retreat.
Our next adventure is to plan a women's discovery retreat for October and I can hardly wait.