  Here are a few Grassy Original Art cards available...just $8. a piece right now.
Send to a friend! These are so good in person, (I need a better photo taking device). They are made with oil pastels and pencil. I love the textures and colors this combination makes! Never will there be 2 identical cards, so if you love one... buy it today. These would be great cards for anyone but especially you serious plant lovers. Pass it on.
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on the walls. on the shelf. tucked in a corner. hung from a ceiling. on the porch. mailed in the post. in the garden! in a frame. not in a frame. nailed up. sun faded. water marked. old and slightly disheveled. worth nothing. worth a million dollars.(who even decides what art is worth a million dollars??) If you are moved by a work of art, either your own or someone else's...put it up and live with it. you will have delight and joy.  Hello friends. Lots of change happening here, the Autumn season is upon us. I won't dwell on the myriad ways this affects me, because I've really come to enjoy this season in my later years! For one (big) thing-the light is like no other season! This whole summer in my garden has been a JOY. I've never seen so many lovely busy insects ever in my yard before... truly an incredible experience and I am super grateful. Also I'm obsessed with bark lately. I finished a painting called BARK made on an old Jessi canvas I found upstairs. I love how it turned out and I loved the process. I think I am embarking on a series of bark artworks... silly pun intended. The bottom pic was edited with a B & W filter and I LOVE that it totaly looks like bark. Have a look:  BARK!  I just came upon writer/poet Maggie Smith (and how did I NOT know of her??) This wonderful writing I am in love with. This is called Good Bones. by Maggie Smith Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.  Reading and travel are the best forms of education i can think of. School? hit or miss...and even then...its all so varied. and full of problems created by us. Writers have the ability to influence and direct. Endless subject matter abounds. The mind. Is there no end to this thinking? I am overcome with too much thinking. But of course I wouldn't give it up. what do i know? .  Age. it's a feeling, isnt it.? Today I am closer to the end of my life on this earth than ever before. I've been thinking about this lately... and how I want to accomplish certain things before it's Too Late. It isn't morbid really, just realistic. I used to be much more adventurous than I am now. Hop in the car and take an impromptu trip... book a flight to NY for a day or two....meet a friend for a spontaneous city rendezvous...paint a wall with abandon... Now days, I think about driving home in the rainy dark or delayed flight hassles or just plain fatigue....and i say Eh, maybe I'll just stay in. Is it due to my age? probably. But much the same way that I like to eat locally and in season (as much as possible), I think my body knows what I need. Its making me a little sad tho. Because I still have the damn mind of a 38 year old. LOL Anyway...this painting is called 'an uncomfortabe transition'. It was originally something about forest or bark...but evolved as it went. I liked working on it so much! It was therapeutic and interesting and I enjoyed staring at it and seeing different things, yams came to mind many times. Lots of detail.  The movie was great. I really enjoyed it. I've loved him since I first ever heard him.... I couldnt choose A favorite Dylan song or poem. Too much brilliance... what an artist. Art is what makes life great. And the barnwords musical chair is still currently available! Its a sturdy (and completely useable) chair. Its fun. Its a conversation starter. Its a perfect fan gift. This is the ONLY one ever. I want you to have it. It was all hand done by me (i did not build the actual chair tho) and today... it is $168. THIS MONTH ONLY. Let me know if you are interested.
Ive often said What a world. because.... What a world. In May, I will be exhibiting work I made in an art gallery with a close friend who is an actual working artist, This is mind-blowing and crazy to think about. It has been so interesting to work through the issues and considerations that have come with this. Art is just so individual and relative to each of us. and everywhere, literally everywhere. I hope i feel good about this once it is up and out there...in the world. Ive got 53 pieces in it. Im changing and growing and learning. so that means Im living. Hope you can come to Beloit Art Center.in Beloit, WI. in May. what a world!    new work playing with water inspired I love the way black paint or ink looks when touched to a puddle of water. I never tire of watching the patterns and shapes emerge.... Art holds the world together. x  Again. Fresh start fresh day fresh year. Life has been feeling heavy for me. I am ready to change things. The quiet winter mornings are my favorite. I am making some new art that I really quite like. and writing a lot. perhaps a book. perhaps not. happy new year.  |
