my art – Blush of Dawn

Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand

I am making a book of poems I’ve read in Dream Flowers by May Ziadeh.I felt I’d like to draw some flowers and clouds and mist.*It is her first book of poemspublished under the penname,Isis CopiaYou beautiful Silver WingThrilling life, your name,Little child?“My name is LilieFor near a beautiful Lilac (Spring Harvest)In the garden there,My mother left me.”“Lilie, well!…… Continue reading Dream Flowers and A Pen in My Hand

A Painting Of A Pleasant Memory

I started with the thing I had remembered I’d lost and then found that the place where I had gotten it was to become the most natural focus of this one. The item will likely be in a future painting. I didn’t lose it again though; it’s just not yet on canvas. :)And here’s my…… Continue reading A Painting Of A Pleasant Memory

A Place Where Art Is Welcome And Home To A Cat To Critique It

This is a cat who dreamsPeeko enjoys critiquing fine art, poetry, and music. He has consistently approved of the poets Edna St. Vincent Millay and Rumi, but only if Rumi’s poetry is translated into Shakespearean English, otherwise he’s not having it. He’s also been very fond of Virginia Woolf. I hadn’t painted since before Peeko was…… Continue reading A Place Where Art Is Welcome And Home To A Cat To Critique It

Painting and Poetry And Some Blue On My Hand

*I found myself driven toward the next work one day, have some words to fit in my hands and some more in a folder, well, a digital one. Music sends me where I\’ve already started out to go and accompanies me there, making it even more real and spellbinding.I made a playlist for these writings,…… Continue reading Painting and Poetry And Some Blue On My Hand

Paintbrushes In My Hand

Fired up with brushes in my hand, considering colors and art’s language—How I love paintings that are like poems. I will be moved tonight and paint tomorrow.

Symbolism in Easter Egg Painting, Memorial Dish, and Yoga at the Table

My sister, Jenna made this beautiful antipasto the way my Grandma had made it each year, in honor of her.Stuffed artichokes made by my Mom. (My husband Dan got cut off here, but half his face is nice too.) My mom is in the center, I’m to the right of her, and my brother in…… Continue reading Symbolism in Easter Egg Painting, Memorial Dish, and Yoga at the Table

Ran out of Christmas Cards, Oops!

I sent out Christmas cards today.When I was almost finished writing them, I realized I was short one card. I remembered I had received blank card paper as part of a past birthday gift, so that one I sent is handmade. I haven’t done anything with visual art in a very long time.So, there is a…… Continue reading Ran out of Christmas Cards, Oops!