Thursday, April 30, 2009


this is a song by Lizz Wright just came to mind when I was painting this lovely 8X10 watercolor Wake up, wake up Little sparrow Don't make your home Out in the snow Don't make your home Out in the snow Little bird, Don't you know Your friends flew south Many months ago You´re just a babe You cannot fly Your wings won't spread Up against the sky
There is another reason I wanted to paint this My little Sister, She adores birds, I personally love fish was brought to our attention by my husband "birds eat fish" Never the less I just wish she would spread her wings and fly

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


I am enjoying my art!!! (OWNERSHIP)MY dearest friend in the whole wide world has invited me to enter the route 66 art show. While searching for more paints for my latest project(old paints are so old they are rotten) I amaze myself I haven't picked up a paint brush in a year. I ran across another art show 5x5 on May 5 a very publicized social event (for your prissy wine drinkers and a cigarette on the end of a very long filter)
kind of event.
I just want my name out there I am daring myself and Keep telling myself I can make a painting a month ideally I'd like to make a painting a day and sell it on ebay. I should write songs too. I really enjoy this all over again. My inspiration is Carolina and i am my daughters inspiration it's full circle and very therapeutic now I have to bring myself to purchase more canvas since I have new paints... excuses excuses.... with a smile & a grin

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


LOL I would love to see some of my art work in a gallery someday but I think we are recognized once we die....Hopefully not

Friday, April 3, 2009

who choses to really be here

I was having a conversation with some girls ranging from 56 to 20 in age. All of us sitting around the table. Obviously we all had something in common we work together as waitress serving people weather their happy or miserable just for the gratification of there tips no matter great or small based on the level of needs we met for that brief meal.

After work we begin talking about our mothers, The older women said, "My mother made me feel like her slave she never cooked or cleaned. She would say, "What do you think I brought you in this world for anyways?" Nearly all of us spoke up and had heard that very same phrase come out of our mothers mouth because we all spoke up interrupting her. I recall my mothers greedy words were always, "I brought you into this world I can take you out of it" Hearing those words still make me tense up with anger. Another mother, my same age sitting there says oh no! oh no! HONEY she says I tell my children, "I brought you in this world and I will make as many sacrifices as I have to to make you happy" It was my choice to have you. I made this sometimes foolish mistake. I didn't want to get into deep so I got up from the table an told the girls to have a wonderful day I was outty.

But with that last statement it was a lasting. Was it then revealed, That the generation gap has be filled in for me.. I want nothing more than to give to my children the love and openness that I didn't have. My husband gets on to me all the time Meg he says she is eight. (reminding me as if I don't remember) but I want this bond with her I didn't have with my mother.