Sunday, October 13, 2019


8" x 8" Original Mixed Medium Acrylic & Paper Collage on stretched canvas

Tuesday, September 10, 2019


8" x 8" Original acrylic painting on stretched canvas

Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Woozles under my bed

8" x 8" Original acrylic painting on stretched canvas
My dog Poppy is certain we have Woozles under my bed.
He sniffs, crouches and peaks ever so carefully.  He steps forward
with brave intentions and then jumps back suddenly
as if he's seen a ghost.  He's convinced me that Woozles exist.
They aren't imaginary creatures,
but real ones that go bump in the night.
Sometimes I can hear them too...  They sound kind of cute...  
The little cooing noise they make sounds like
a combination of a playful toddler and a pigeon?  
They have magic powers and can make themselves invisible.  
I've discovered if I close my eyes I can communicate with them 
telepathically.  Woozles aren't afraid of you if you if you aren't
scared of them.  When we share happy thoughts together they
appear in my minds eye and I can see every little detail,
 including their feathers. 
So next time you hear a tap or bump under your bed at night, 
don't fear them....
They just want to play hide-and-seek. 

Monday, July 29, 2019

Magical billy goats


There is just something about them..., baby goats, old goats, grumpy ones and funny ones....
They make me happy when I am sad.

Thursday, November 8, 2018


8" X 8" Original acrylic painting on stretched canvas
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Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Lullaby Moon

Lullaby Moon
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8" x 8" Original acrylic painting on stretched canvas

Inspired by my new grandson.  Babies are such magical creatures...

Outlaw Pete

8" x 10 Original acrylic painting on canvas panel

"We'll celebrate when he gets out"

Odge Gribble quote

Saturday, May 26, 2018


Original Acrylic Painting
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"We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and
restlessness.  God is the friend of silence.  See how nature.... trees,
flowers, and grass grows in silence;  see the stars, the moon
 and the sun, how they move in silence....
We need silence to be able to touch souls."

Mother Teresa Quote

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Finding Zen

Original mixed combing acrylic paint and paper on a canvas panel
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Nature has it's own religion, and it has a gentle way of
healing aching memories.  I'm learning to live more in the
present and less in the past.  After a fifteen month sabbatical
from painting I'm forcing myself to pick up a paint brush again.  Honestly,
I made a failed attempt at painting four pieces for an art challenge
last year.  I will call them "the ugly teacup series"..... Hiccup
I believe people have the power to manifest there own reality....., and so
as I am learning the ability within my mind to do this I have come to
understand that an alchemist cannot achieve much by being idle.
This particular painting was done about three years ago.  I wasn't
secure with it at the time, but looking at it now with a new
perspective.  I see it, and I hear it....  It's time to move on.......

Sunday, April 9, 2017


"A good name is rather to be chosen than riches"
King Solomon Quote

"I would like you to paint my mother's black cat.  His name is "Solomon."
Liz, a total stranger at that moment of inquiry asked.  A black cat is a very challenging animal to paint.  Finding light, and shadows in black requires a wizard's eye.  So when Liz asked me to paint a black cat my stomach twitched, but then she said his name...., and my heart listened.  I connected with not only his name, but with his spirit.... 
 I feel honored to have been chosen to paint him.
He definitely was a king in his past life....

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Be Happy :)

It's been nearly a year since I painted something new.  Life has been challenging, and packed full of  hardship.  A few years ago I opened a fortune cookie to unveil my winning ticket.  It read, "Happiness is a choice."  Simple little words that have continued to pop in my head when I have a low day.  There is always, always something to be thankful for.....  Gratitude is a magical solution.  It reveals good intentions, good memories, and the little things one should never forget.  Each day I choose to be happy because I can. :)

Tickles..... :)

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Sunday, September 20, 2015

Call me Bat Cat (deep voice)

"Bat Cat" Original 8" x 10" Acrylic painting on canvas panel
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015


7" x 5" original acrylic painting on canvas panel

Tuesday, July 28, 2015


My husband took one look at this little creature upon it's completion, and said, "He looks like a gremlin, or you know...  One of those leprechauns?  He just has one of those grins."  In response, I laughed... just like a leprechaun :)


Bossily takes a selfie.... :)


This was a challenging angel and perspective to paint. 
 I'm so happy with this piece,
 and the texture added to the canvas makes me want to pet his face.  LOL

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Angels among us

Original acrylic painting on recycled cabinet door

Monday, March 30, 2015

Moon watch


Original Acrylic painting on recycled fence wood

Sunday, March 8, 2015



Another angry bird for  JW
Thank you :)

Monday, December 8, 2014

The negotiation..........?

Original acrylic painting on a salvaged wood cabinet door
I'm not a strong negotiator. However I'm a peacemaker, so I suppose it's a mixed contradiction of thoughts. There are times in my life when I have thought to myself, "I talked myself out of that one." Like when I divulged a meticulous plan with my two cousins to decorate my parent's front lawn with extra soft toilet paper. I convinced my mother it must have been our sneaky neighbors. Many years later the truth came out, and I confessed in a heap of laughter. "I'm sorry to all of my neighbors whom may have been caught up in the cross-fire.

Sad, sad kitty..., Very sad.


Thursday, November 27, 2014

A New Day.........

9" x 12" Original Acrylic Painting On Canvas
"I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning."
J. B. Priestley Quote

Thursday, April 10, 2014

The Unexpected Visitor

6" x 6"  Original Acrylic Painting
Not everyone is happy to see the stork

Monday, April 7, 2014

Mr. Jones

This one' a little spooky....
"Mr.. Jones"
Original 6" x 6" Acrylic Painting

Friday, April 4, 2014

The Flying Lesson

"The Flying Lesson"
Original Acrylic Painting
Recycled wood cabinet door

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Ready, Set.................. Go!

When packing for a short trip, or a long one.....  This picture is a good example of what not to forget;  Laptop charger, Power bar, A good book, GPS, Medicine, A bar of soap, Shampoo, and yes most definately....... Kitty.
In memory of my lost cat whom went missing 1/28/2012

Saturday, February 11, 2012

In Memory of "Kitty"

I awake.... and yet I still yearn to sleep....  Escape
Shaking hands, a trembling heart
Tears return again..... Nightime sings...
and I hope for his return

In memory of my lost cat
Missing since 1/28/2012

Saturday, August 22, 2009


SOLD! "GRACE," 8"x 8' Acrylic on canvas panel. #1 of 20/40 Art Challenge. 08/2009

Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you - gently, with love, and hand your life back to you.

Tennessee Williams
American, Dramatist Quotes
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Saturday, July 18, 2009

"Say hello to my little friend!"

Jake & Ayden. TWO-OF-A-KIND!! 7/09
Jake brought home a new friend about a year ago, and I can't express what a joy it has been getting to know him. Though neither of them  are teacher's pets...... Understandably. I on the other hand being a visionary kind of parent have had to look on the inside too see out. Let me tell you about his little friend. He has this amazing sense of humor.... One-of-a-kind actually. He should write comedy for a living. I for one appreciate his sense of originality in his choice of clothes. One day he will be wearing a Polo shirt with plaid flannel shorts, the next a zombie t-shirt with a nice pear of black slacks. You just never know with this kid. He keeps me wondering what he's going to be wearing from one day to the next. Jake is attracted to good hearted people. Sometimes he may bring home a Raggedy Ann, or Andy but I can see that big red heart painted on their chest under their tattered shirts.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Love Mom

Me & My Cousin Mysti when we were wee little sprouts. I was so proud of my pearly cat's eye glasses.

Your blog is so you. From the time you were a child I let you choose your own clothes and colors. I enjoyed watching your choices. Sometimes a little surprising, but I would get a good laugh. The bright colors, the checkered shirts with the striped skirts, it was always you. I wanted you to get your own imagination and your own self awareness. Shopping was always so fun for us. We shopped until we dropped. Not buying much, but looking and finding the best buys in town. Your 5 1/2 size shoe and my size 9. You always won out with a new pair because the small sizes were always left. How I always wanted to be a size 5 1/2! Only you and your great grandma Laura had that size. I wish I had kept her shoes for you... I will always regret you not knowing her. I cry as I write this as I wish she were here now, holding my hand and rubbing it in her own special way. I also have great memories of watching you play under the shade tree in Pendleton, with all your friends and all your dolls. Movies have always been a part of the lives of you and Mark. Dad is the beginner of all that, I have a hard time sitting still that long. I would rather be in the garden.

Love Mom

Sunday, June 21, 2009

My Father Loved A Thistle


"Sunflower" My very first painting 2000.

Die when I may, I want it said by those who knew me best that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.

Abraham Lincoln
American, President Quotes

My father Mark's wisdom is tested, and true. He is the most noble, honest, loyal, loving and virtuous man I know. I am so proud to call him dad. There was a time in my life I was menacing thistle, but dad had faith in me and what I could become....... And so he plucked that troublesome thorn, then prayed over it. He planted it with a Father's faith, and protected it with all of his love. His prayers brought forth a flower.

Monday, June 1, 2009


My mom loves Bambi! Okay seriously, who doesn't? However, my mother is drenched in the after affects of too much Disney. I am grateful for all of the imagination she birthed in me throughout my life. She saw the softer side of life, and invited me into it. She taught me to accept people the way they were, to love the unloved and the unlovely. Her tender ways planted so many seeds in my heart, and the fruit of those blooms are full of grace. Her short little lessons in love held strong to my soul. Her teachings were like putting on a fuzzy pair of mittens. Once we were out shopping and came across a man in a wheelchair while standing in line. Mom didn't say a word, just gave me that don't stare kind of look. When we left she said, "You see that man in the wheelchair? Well he's just like you, never judge a person for being disabled." (and then I had to ask what disabled meant?) I thought about that man all day, and never forgot him since. The color of that memory hasn't faded into my 40's. The small town I was raised in had a family of Albino people living there. I remember them so distinctively. Not just because of how they looked, but because of the way they were treated. The stares, the whispers, the pointing fingers and because I noticed nobody talked to them. Once while my mother and I saw them in town. She looked at them for a moment, then glanced at me. She whispered, "Aren't they beautiful!"

That's the kind of mother I have. She's a sweet soul! Because of her I learned to search a man's heart before you judge him. She had the ability to see through a child's eyes, and read life with a child's heart. Thanks Mom for the many virtues you instilled within me. I Love You.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


"It's Been One Of Those Days." 4" x 6" Acrylic on stretched canvas 2009

Grandma Sylvia used to get the blues from time-to-time. Her tears were sweet as could be....... Quiet little things that whispered sad songs. She always kept a box of Kleenex by her chair, and used them often. "Grandma, why are you crying?" I'd ask. She always responded the same, no matter what the reason. "I'm just being a boob." She'd sniffle.

Now that I'm OLD I understand those blues. Menopause sucks! I've been warned about it's coming since way back. Heard my Aunt's go on-and-on about the miseries of it, and it seems my mother still suffers in her 60's. Will it ever end? The tears just seem to come out of no where. Dames, that's the thing about us. We can cry a bucket, and an hour later you'd never know what just happened.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Magic Man

Deep breathe..............and sigh. I have to get myself centered this morning. My thoughts and head are spinning around so many subjects. My first grounded thought is of my husband. How does he do it? I will call him "The Magic Man." He keeps things together and from falling apart no matter how difficult, stressful, complicated, distracting, menacing or painful life can be. He somehow manages to find a way to complete his tasks, and take care of us all. A simple example of his tenacity; Kitty wears a hot pink collar. He's a male cat, but he is no ordinary feline so a hot bright pink necklace seemed appropriate. Kitty has been scratching at it, and now it appears he has a pretty mane of neon hair growing around his neck. I was going to throw the pitiful thing away last week, but Dayne was certain he could salvage it. It started with a small adjustment one day, but then I saw him fiddling with it again yesterday morning. LOL We aren't living in the depression (yet) and we can afford a new one at the dollar store. Dayne is determined however to not give up. He never does. (Excerpt from My Morning Pages January 15, 2008)

Thursday, February 19, 2009


Pete's Pond was a little restaurant tucked away in a garden like setting surrounding a large pond filled with a dreamy assortment of beautiful swans. I only had the pleasure of seeing this peaceful abode once while visiting my father Rod. It seems like an eternity ago that we stopped there for lunch.......... I was so young and bright-eyed then.

Rodney has a mischievous sense of humor. The kind that is passed on by a serious crooked grin , broken by a boyish laugh. "Which one's Pete?" I asked seriously. "They all are." My father answered sheepishly.