I’ve opened my Etsy shop, and have some cool little cat art listed.
Stop by and look over my cat whimsy. I’d rather be drawing cats and owls and coloring in red and orange green and blue than just about anything. These pictures are great flashes of color on your wall, perfect for your children’s rooms, the kitchen, anywhere you want a smile. I can also make them into T-shirt transfers. And if you have a favorite quote about cats, send me a conversation and I’ll put it on your print or transfer at no extra charge.
I’m working on more images all the time. Mermaids, owls, carousel horses, seahorses…oh, this is going to be fun!
I walked the long, isolated stretch of beach early one morning before the couples hand-in-hand, or young families eager to explore the limitless playground. Just me, sandpipers and gulls. My bare toes gripped the sand. The tide, quirky and cold washed over my feet, leaving beige sea-foam on my ankles.
By the time I returned, I’d picked up a shopping bag full of shell pieces, yellow and ochre and pink conch worn by the sand and water. I like the remnants best. Perfect shells are beautiful and make intriguing subjects to draw and paint. But I always feel guilty, wondering if the animal that lived there died to give up that perfect shell into the hands of divers who sell to tourists.
The shells I find on the beach, the ones Nature has deposited at the edge of the Ocean, broken and worn and empty, seem more of a gift, something to remind me of the beauty and capriciousness of the natural world.
It occurred to me as I laid them on the deck railing to dry that we are like those remnants.
The color and form are unique to each shell, the result of its individual journey. Like all of us. We may start from the same place – or seemingly similar circumstances – but by the time we find a resting place on the beaches of our lives we are unique. Broken and re-shaped into something individual and, like the shells lined up on the deck, achingly beautiful.
I stood at the edge
of the ocean
Breathing the solitude
We are part of this,
like shells brought in
And carried out
On the moving, breathing ocean.
I held a shell in my hands,
Closed my fingers over
Its smooth curving surface.
I thought of you.
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Tagged Beach, broken, individual journey, life, nature, Perfect, remains, Sand, Shell
This is the newest ad in The Laurel of Asheville. My Kitty looks so happy-he’s famous now. Check him out at Common Ground.
Some new art-paper mache cats! I’m working on other paper mache projects, as well as other art, but I thought these were so cute you’d all enjoy seeing them.
Who doesn’t love a purple cat?
I have more cats, and more coming. I even have a nice big kitty with a tiny mouse pal.
This big kitty wears an allover design that is as pretty front as back. Like all cats, he doesn’t want to be set aside, he wants to be front and center!
The group at bottom is my first Mache family, but they have cousins arriving soon!
Common Ground has a new ad in The Laurel and one of my gourds is the main item in the ad. It’s a great ad, and anyone who lives in this area should check out Common Ground, if you haven’t … Continue reading
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One of my gourds in Common Ground’s new ad in The Laurel of Asheville
I took a couple of photos of the desk and I really miss Eli, the wonderful photographer I have been using. I only have a few weeks before I hit the AT so there is no money for photos. That’s all the apology anyone gets, I’m afraid. Go to Common Ground to see the real thing. It’s one of a kind. When I get back, I am anxious to do so much more art!
The mermaid is even prettier in person!
Top view including shelf.
This teapot belonged to my client’s mother. Whe she passed away, my client asked me to make it into an art piece for her sister. She is very happy-and so am I.
This chair is a tiny version of the oak chairs we had in school-in the old days. This design features the alphabet and lots of color!
From the back.