Thursday, March 20, 2014


"Runner with His New Crown"
12" x 36"
acrylic and paper on canvas

Ten years ago I was driving home from a friend's house in Otter Point when I happened across a field of Indian Runner Ducks. I fell in love so hard; often driving by and sitting outside the field watching them for hours. I forced my husband to accompany me once and he barely humored me as he sat there, unmoved, muttering something about not getting any freaking ducks. Years passed and prized Japanese Maples took over my yard as I eventually stopped thinking about owning Indian Runner Ducks.

Then, a couple of summers ago I was taking my young friend Julia to the beach with my kids. She hopped in my car, opened her back pack and out popped "Cricket". I spent that summer duck sitting at the beach. Cricket made a lot of friends and became a minor local celebrity. I still don't own an Indian Runner Duck, but I can dream can't I?

Matty and Cricket

Thursday, March 13, 2014

The vagina Warrior

"The Vagina Warrior"
18" x 24"


She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…

Monday, March 10, 2014

The Coolest Tech Assistant in The World.

Like a bad Kevin Bacon public service announcement (you'll never know the comfort of parachute pants, people!), I recently moped about my house lamenting post 1980's technology. No more yellow pages and rotary dial phones. It's all about web pages, blogging, facebooking, tweeting, and pinning. I had tried to build my own website a few years back and I just couldn't get the "techy thingy things" to work.

Enter my 13 year old son. Within minutes he was in my studio taking reference shots and a couple of hours later he had a working website running. It was amazing to watch him pull all the elements together. He took the time to re-create a virtual representation of my studio in blender render. When you visit my new web site it feels like you just walked into my studio, saw a painting on the wall and said, "Show me more like that!" You can visit me on my blog, follow me on Pinterest, stalk me on facebook and tweet to your heart's content. Go ahead! Mason and I would love to know what you think. And the new website is even mobile friendly.

When Mason isn't bailing his mom out, he's creating some pretty fantastic art himself.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Office Assistant

Life is hard,
then you nap.
"The Office Assistant"
mixed medium on wood panel
8" x 20"

Detail of office stamps in the fur.
Detail of the mouth.