Making Valentine hearts and memories with a little one.
What pushes artists to continually create art?
It is something a lot of artists work hard for... having their art licensed, and in a box store. I have had it happen once so far, a friend found my art on a canvas in a Christmas Tree Shop in Waterford, Ct. And then I found out it was in their shops all over!… Continue reading The art of being licensed
creating beautiful, personalized centerpieces for any celebration.
Most artists struggle with comparing themselves to other artists. I try hard not to do this, as it can be very damaging. It can even make you avoid painting. I enjoy reading and living by quotes, and one of my favorites is one by Theodore Roosevelt. That quote is so true! When I am working… Continue reading Reaching an epiphany
Growing up with an unusual name wasn’t easy. I can’t tell you how many times it has been mispronounced and misspelled, and still is. I absolutely hated it. My mother found my name while watching the Alfred Hitchcock movie, Marnie. She loved Sean Connery, enjoyed the movie, and wanted something different. And she got it.… Continue reading Hello my name is Misspelled……
Who determines what failure is? How is it determined? When it is determined? I recently had a conversation with a family member who had packed their family up, moved across the country, following a dream. We were, and are so proud of them for chasing a dream. Even if it seems to have stalled at… Continue reading The art of embracing Failure
Being an artist in today's world, means that most of us need digital images for submissions, or what have you, online. I recently came across another artist struggling to create digital images, and I remembered how I struggled as well. A lot of artists use a camera, and that is fine too, but I favor… Continue reading The art of creating a digital image
Easily create a personalized gift for someone you love.
I grew up the daughter of a mechanic, and both of my parents enjoyed cars. So its not a surprise that I love them as well. Growing up it was normal to see a car in my Dad's garage in various states of repair. One of these cars was a 1929 Model A that he… Continue reading The art of meeting again