This is one of the thousands moods of the mountain behind my sister's place. The pasture is just off her back porch and the horses are often standing there looking in on us hoping for a carrot.

The Wild West

With a short stay in Utah, I find myself being drawn to my roots as a cowgirl. I am loving the sparkle glittering off belt buckles, the fringe dangling from cowboy chaps and the dust puffing up under my boots as I kiss a favorite horse. My sister raises Paso Finos (a beautiful gaited horse--you don't bounce) on the south edge of the Great Salt Lake. There's lots of open space here with views in every direction. She is an expert horse trainer who uses the horses natural instincts and gentle psychology to create a bond between man and animal.
As an artist, I see the beauty and colors of the west waiting to splash themselves across a white canvas. Browns, blues and pinks become inquisitive horses sniffing the head of a small girl while childhood laughter echoes in the background. Horses teach this artist that I am more animal than human, that I too am timid, frightened, brave, playful and sometimes dominate or "alpha." They also remind me that a painting is so much more if it has these emotions I see so clearly in them and find hiding in me, if I only pay attention.

Boston

Back in the States!
It's nice to be back in America after nearly a year away. Things happen so smoothly here! You can get food any time of the day or night for starters. People are friendly and say hi in the street. The television has a million channels! The streets and buildings are all clean and cute. Ok, I'm in culture shock, like always when I first get back home--I love it! It takes a while for me to get critical again, just need to see the local news a few times.
I didn't bring my paints this time because we are traveling constantly, visiting family that had the gaul to live all over the country. I would love to set up the easel on a few corners of Boston, it's such a vibrant city. I remember taking rubbings in the old cemetery some thirty years ago, but now it's not allowed. Sad. Many of our founding fathers are buried here and it would be fun to do some kind of a collage with the results. oh well. It's hard to site see without thinking about art, at least I have my camera. I think I'm up to about 4000 digital shots in my iPhoto now. I know I won't be in a rocking chair on my front porch when I'm old, I'll be standing at my easel.

Art and all that Stuff

Took me a bit to set up a new blog--but hey, here I am. It's the middle of June 2007 and we're still in Spain. It's getting hot and we're looking forward to going back to America for a couple of months. We had a great year, spending half in Provence, France and the other half in Marbella, Spain. I painted full time in France and have had many exhibitions since returning to Spain. I hope to express my many beliefs,feelings and dreams about art as they arise. I also have the good fortune to be an art teacher and will post tips and trade secrets along the way. Welcome and many thanks to any and all who might find this little spot in the virtual world.

Pixie
As you can see purple is my favorite color!