humpty and alice

just got back from a wonderland, down south,  in georgia.  my parents and sister reside there and now my son also. we went out to eat in one of my parents favorite restaurants and i was introduced to the waitress, when i said hello and extended my hand, she said "oh no in the south every one hugs", and the waitress hugged me. next morning we went out to breakfast and i was introduced to yet another waitress.................... awkward, didn't know if i was to hug her too.
my family piled into an already crowded elevator and my mom began introducing herself  and her two daughters to everyone in the elevator.. the elevator people all yelled "goodbye joan!" as we got off on our floor.
later that day,  my mom drove me around her town in her red golf cart, gunning it down the hills, close to the edges, then stopped, she said "oh dear i have no idea where we are sugar."
i also got to see the closet my mom goes in when there is a hurricane warning. she sits in there with a towel wrapped around her head, throat losengers , the cat, her pills and a checkbook.
 this is where my art comes from.
by the way, humpty is back on the wall again.

harvest

this painting and many others from my new series can be viewed at Silky Jones on the commons. what a great place to hang my larger works of art, and while you are there you can sit with them for a while. they are a bit more evocative. although you see the bird playing guitar, there are many layers of intent. this piece is about patience , mastery and becoming.....

grand elephant soul

really this title needs to be in french- l' ame d' e`le`phant. oh dear, it's a little butchered because i have no idea how to put those french marks in. But, it is very important for a deep unknown reason, this painting is french. from now on, my paintings will come with a sweet little back story revealing  a  bit more of  the spirit intended.
i do love this  (french)elephant and it's meaning. i can't tell you everything now. i want to keep it's mystery.
come see me at the artist market at the farmers market- booth #80 this friday july 29th from 2-8. the painting will be there. bon jour!

art furniture

this is a  now a new fresh small oak table...the image is wood burned and the paint is more absorbed in, rather than painted. i was gifted some pieces of furnishings to recycle. you can see it at ITHACAmade. more is in the works. what i love about this table is i solved a problem....the deep gap of two halves of the table now are a benefit to the design. what ever it is you are looking for- if you put it on the cat table, you will always find it. that is the best selling point, and of course the amazing price.

more cardboard art

this is another piece of cardboard for gallery night , this friday!. there will also be a bunch of flying remnants. this particular piece is about two feet square , so it's like a tray and all of my cardboard art fits within for easy transport. it can hang on the wall and you may also use it as a shelf, for a few light tidbits. i did try making a lifesize cardboard character to sit at the desk, but had a few technical difficulties. like what? well it just looked like a piece of cardboard that folds, propped up. it really bothered me so i had to recycle her. but i have ideas.............

cardboard art

more cardboard please. this coming gallery night (fri. may 6th) at ithacamade i will be featuring recycled cardboard characters. the image shown is a newscaster. wouldn't it be great to own your own newscaster, something very charming about cut-out cardboard. just got a great idea to make him lifesize and have him bend and sitting at the breakfast table. stay tuned.....more characters to come.

real

this photo was sent to me by shannon, the new owner of the cardboard man flying above her bed. originally the cardboard man was just a window display, now he has a new life as "ART" !  below is a photo of him in his former life.  i feel like the cardboard man is now "real", like in the velveteen man (rabbit). funny how art can make you feel real, present and transformed.