Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Daily 8 24 07

I am very happy with how this new Daily came out. I haven't even posted it on my website yet. Just thought I would give a preview here.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Harry Chapin - Cats In The Cradle

Wednesday my Dad will have been gone for 13 years. Oh how time flies but still stands still. My only wish is that he would have met my kids. I remember sitting in the hospital room after his heart attack showing him my latest paintings. He was so excited to see them. He walked out of that hospital and our relationship began. After that our evening chats on the phone began. He would chat with me, than he would talk to Grandmother, than Grandmother would talk to Aunt Bev, and then I would here back from me Grandmother. It was truly a fun little gossip train. A few years later I got the phone call in the middle of the night that he had been killed by a logging truck on I70...

A long time has passed and memories fade but this song alone sums up the memories of my Dad. Funny how a song changes meaning over the years as you heal.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Power outage

We lost power AGAIN. This is the fifth time in two years and before that we have lost it at least once a year since we moved to this house. I am looking around for generators. I lost a whole painting day and this is to busy of a season for me to loose any time.

Oh well. The kids and I had fun and I did get the refrigerator cleaned out.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

2004 Goldeneye Anderson Valley Pinot Noir

To my surprise, Fed Ex delivered something other than art supplies. I was so happy to open up the package and find my very own bottle of Duckhorn. For some this might seem silly but for me it was so great. I feel in love with Duckhorn back in the late 80's early 90's, when you still could get a great bottle under $15.

Duckhorn is not only a great wine but brings back wonderful memories. One of the last times I saw my Dad was when he came up to Kansas City to visit. I remember sitting on the deck, my Dad with his usual cigar, sharing a bottle of the Duckhorn Cabernet. We had such a wonderful conversation that night. To this day, I think of him when I smell a good cigar or when I run across a bottle in my favorite St. Louis wine store, Starrs.

I have not had a glass of Duckhorn in years. Every time I think of buying one, I remind myself that I could buy a pair of shoes for my kids with that money.

So thank you Ben, my wonderful patron and friend. It was truly a wonderful surprise.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Marianna - Sold

I just came back from my favorite show of the year. I had a great time but I am sad to say "Marianna" is gone. I LOVE that painting, she was so new and I had not had the time to simply just enjoy looking at her, I had hoped to hold onto her for awhile.

The good news is that I am very happy with where she has gone. She went to the right home, a very nice man whom kept coming back to look at her, fell in love with her and now has her hanging in his home in Chicago.

Here is a night shot from Sunday night
I love the blurred image. It really gives the movement of the show

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Exercise Bikes

So I have spent the last two days trying to track down a great used exercise bike. You would think this would be easy to come by. I have found that buying exercise equipment is a lot like buying a car. I feel like I have been attacked by vultures.

So little has been done in the painting department. I have a huge canvas that I have been working on and had hoped to be farther along by now. Oh well. I will go into studio tonight and work.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Daily 7-29-07

Not so Straight and Narrow.

It frustrates me so much when people do not think for themselves. Get informed and stop being so closed minded.

Monday, August 06, 2007


Interested in buying original art??? Come visit my Website

The title of this new piece is Marianna. I will be bringing it to my show in Chicago at the end of the week. I am secretly hoping it will not sell because I would like to hang onto it awhile. But that is the life of an artist, you must sell to be able to continue to afford to paint.