The Dark Horse...

Annie

All time favorite subject, in my worst media: soft pastel.

color me, just color me, and stay outside the lines...

I loved painting this, and of course, I shaved off the years and was very kind...If you can't be good to yourself, who else will?

Really trying to work outside the box on color. Journal page, wake up lyrics..

big thank you's

Thank you so much for joining my blog. We create in silence, and sometimes that's great, but ultimately we want to communicate because, at least I think, art is a form of communication. So we have our zen/peace time when we are working, but what if it doesn't sell, gets no reception, or recognition?

Is that what it's about?

Not always, but nevertheless, our art is speaking. Is it quoting Hawthorne, or explaining the mysteries of the universe? No. It's just us, putting paint to canvas, saying this is where I am today. Do you feel this way? Does this/ do I make sense? Do you see what I see?

Art is a form of communication that is often done in isolation. I am so pleased and honored to have you join my site...I am not alone and you are not alone...very cool.....:)

back to the journal

There will always be something about faces to me...It's like an artist default drawing in my brain. I go there, draw a face, write some words, collage, and I am at my most happy as an artist. This is a self portrait..

Yellow this time

Yellow this time, wanted to experiment with angles here and varying yellows

Purple Tulips against a Raging Sky

I loved adding sky to this as a back drop. I just feel like the tulips are coming right at you.

Grungy, collaged portrait. Have one more like this to finish.

things to do while not sleeping....

I am in the non-sleeping mode. I wake up at 4 am try to read, make coffee, and photograph ridiculous pictures of one of my dogs. I have so many ideas for paintings but this lack of sleep whacks me right in the middle of the day and I lose all steam to paint. I know it will get better soon, it's just a waiting game until the insomnia wind blows on somebody else for awhile. In the meantime, I fall asleep at 10, wake up at 4, start my day, completely run out of gas at 2, and try not to nap. I have ideas for paintings, but feel exhausted all the time. I know this will pass, but it's such a drag...