Maybe it’s the little girl inside me. Maybe it’s a way to relive the days when my imagination was unshackled and my days were carefree. Who knows. Whatever the reason, I am always drawn to whimsical, fanciful imagery of…
Monthly Archives
July 2011
The world(s) created by Hilary Williams, that is. But really her work is no more absurd than the world we see around us every day. A San Francisco printmaker, Hilary takes elements of urban life, the natural environment and…
Addendum: If you like Deb Haugen’s work, prints will be available via One King’s Lane beginning August 5, 2011. Organic is a hot word these days. It’s everywhere in the grocery store, pharmacy, heck just googling “organic” yields 430,000,000…
Do you remember the days when we didn’t carry our phones around with us, but had to actually seek out that communication tool known as a phone booth? That small, 37″x37″ box where you could look up a number,…
The hubby and I love food. Eating food. Buying food. Cooking food. Talking about eating, buying and cooking food. We plan trips around where we will eat. For us, food is more than just a way to provide energy…
I am extremely blessed to be living in one of the most dramatically beautiful areas of the country. Around every mountain pass is another scene, ripe for immortalizing in paint. As I’ve sketched here in the Pacific Northwest, I’ve…
A bad night’s sleep does not sit well with me. Ask George. And last night, I did not sleep well. Tossing and turning, waking up every hour to toss and turn some more. A restless night = crabby blogger…
Today I was stuck on what or who to feature on the blog. Nothing was jumping out at me. Desperate, I asked my husband. His first ( joke ) repsonse was “Thomas Kinkade”. Hardee har har. His next suggestion…
We are headed to Seattle this weekend, one of my favorite cities in the world, the city where George and I fell in love. And while I was falling in love with G ( I was probably a little…
Pablo Picasso once asked ( rhetorically, of course ), “Why do two colors, one put next to the other, sing?” Good ol’ Pablo had no answer, nor do I. But they do. Color calls out to us, reaches out…