AZ Inspiration

I love Arizona.  As a mid-western raised young lady, born in Dallas, it was completely foreign to me until I was in my late teens. When I was a senior in high school, I was determined to find a university with a great art program.  My aunt, Genevieve Reckling, suggested that I look at the University of Arizona and Arizona State University.  It was the 1980’s, before the recession, and the arts were thriving in the world.  People were investing in art AND the stock market. Both schools had outstanding art programs.  And I trusted my aunt’s suggestion. She was a renowned Southwestern artist.  She was also my groovy, free-spirited, creative idol.

Me and my Aunt Genevieve at my first solo show in 1997.

I visited the University of Arizona in January of 1988.  We arrived in the deep darkness of a winter evening.  I awoke the next morning, threw open the curtains out of curiosity, and discovered desert mountains, palm trees, cacti, and weather that allowed a mini-skirt for a winter college tour.  It.  Was.  Awesome.  And my father promised to visit anytime.  Clearly, he saw the warm, sunny weather to be a plus in the middle of winter.

Love AZ, Mixed Media, 2019

I was accepted to three great universities.  But there was something special about the U of A and their art program.  I chose the big state school over the ritzy private universities.  And off I went in the fall of 1988 to be a Wildcat.  To rush and pledge Alpha Phi, to new friends, to self-discipline, to Mexico for the weekend, to an amazing education, to create, to discover independence.  College, and all it brought with it, was fabulous.

Pretty Tough, Mixed Media, 2019

My parents came to celebrate my college graduation in May of 1992.  We took a day trip to Tubac, a small town colonized by artists, which lies south of Tucson.  I was sharing my post-graduation plans to intern at the Guggenheim Museum in New York City with an older gentleman in one of the art galleries.  He told me that I would be back…that I would miss Arizona…the big sky…the sunsets.

Chief, Mixed Media, 2019

Well, he was correct.  I returned years later.  I worked as a paralegal.  I had been accepted to law school.  I met a wonderful man.  I had my first solo art show.  It was successful.  I declined law school.  I married.  I gave birth to my first child.  I began my journey as an Air Force spouse.  Great friendships and memories were created, once again, in Arizona.

Barrel, Mixed Media, 2019

After twenty years of numerous Air Force adventures around the globe, we luckily found our way back to Tucson last summer.  We are thrilled and inspired.  The desert, the mountains, the friendly people, the Wild Wild West are constant inspiration which we get to share with our children. Our teens love the desert.  Our oldest child is now a Wildcat.  BEAR DOWN.  And the desert inspiration and calm lives on! Life is inspired, simple, and good.

Prickly Pear, Mixed Media, 2019

Arizona is special.  One of a kind.  I hope that at some point, everyone can experience this creative, vibrant and relaxing, warm and alive culture.  You will be inspired, as I have been, and not disappointed. 

2019

My She Shed

2019. It seems so cliché to be writing about the year. But now that I feel settled in Tucson, I have been thinking about how to spend my time. Three simple events impacted my thinking this week. It’s simply time to share.

I’ve been working at Anthropologie for several months now. On Friday, this lovely and friendly customer (we call them guests) was putting amazing outfits together in the fitting rooms. Brenda had a great eye, great taste, and a creative vibe. As we chatted, I discovered she is a printmaker who moved to Tucson two years ago from Santa Fe. Her story was so honest. She hasn’t created in over a year and a half. Her printing press didn’t fit in the studio at her new home in Tucson. She is renting studio space that doesn’t inspire her, so she doesn’t go there. Her organic, environmentally safe chemicals for her printmaking process aren’t working successfully. Her mother-in-law passed away this year. Her mother has Alzheimer’s disease. Her adult daughter had major surgery and is slowly recovering. She said, “It’s just easier to take a photo and put it on Instagram, and get more satisfaction from that, than working so hard to create.” Hmmm. I absolutely understood Brenda and her challenges and her reality. At times in life we get so torn down, it’s hard to function, and the energy we need to create just doesn’t exist consistently. By the time she left, I had Brenda’s business card and she agreed to join me on an art date in Tucson. But she really left an impact on me. I have been finding reasons not to create (hike, cook, read, kitchen remodel, work, soccer, swim, etc). I do have time and I need to make it happen. My problem is that I am scared and not sure where to begin again. What direction do I want to take? My conversation with Brenda told me I needed to get over this fear freezing me. Artists are funny about our work being accepted and we really take a personal risk putting our work out into the world. Truly, it isn’t just artists. Everyone is taking a risk to put themselves out there: to make friends, to go to the gym, to find a new job, to find a relationship, to move into a new home or a new city. We can’t let fear slow us down. So, I met Brenda on Friday.

Looking at the back side of Picacho Peak

On Saturday, I hiked Picacho Peak with my sister Stephanie. We knew it was going to be a challenge. It’s a four-mile hike that takes four hours. My husband reminded me to bring gloves for the steel cables we would need to hold for the hike, so I grabbed my gardening gloves. For some reason, his suggestion didn’t register that it might be rather steep. I was thinking the steel cables would be horizontal, and not VERTICAL. I hike quite a bit, but I fear heights, so usually I take a pretty wide path to stay in my comfort level. And let me tell you, hiking Picacho Peak on Saturday took me completely out of that comfort level. The peak rises 1,500 feet from the desert floor. Little did I know I would be holding on to numerous sets of steel cables, climbing up faces of rock with only cables to hold onto, and nothing on the other side.

Steel Cables on the trail up Picacho Peak
Last set of cables before the summit

My palms were sweaty, and I couldn’t look down.  I wasn’t sure I would make it to the top. Stephanie was so calm and encouraging, and seemingly fearless! When we reached the peak, I joked that I wasn’t sure how I was going to hike down. Stephanie reminded me that fear can be controlled. Mind over matter. We need to think through things wisely. Be calm. Use discipline. We headed down the peak, which was MUCH easier, but still intimidating!  We laughed when a small plane flew through the sky below us.  

Picacho Peak Summit

Hours later at the car, we celebrated our hike. We both overcame challenges, uncertainly and fear. We felt accomplished. We were psyched.  We joked about hiking it again another time.  And I was reminded, once again, that I need to face my fears head on, in life and in art. I must take risks to accomplish my goals.

Hiking down with my sister, Stephanie (the person behind me is hiking down on their butt for a reason!)

The third event that impacted me this week was a VLOG inspiration that I watched this morning from a webinar course. The main point of the VLOG was this, “The things that we love are the things that matter most. Do them first.” So simple and so true.  Why waste time? This VLOG is part of a webinar course that I am taking with one of my dearest life-long friends. This month, Amy asked me to be her accountability buddy for a one-year webinar for goal setting in areas of life. My first thought was the fear of letting Amy down. Would I make the time to take care of my part of the deal? Will I be present and honest and hard working for the year, for my friend and for myself? And what will I learn about myself? What if I fail at my goals? This, once again, is fear. And I have set it aside.

Because it is time to be honest with myself. It’s time to take risks. It’s time to paint and not just post photos on Instagram. It’s time to climb mountains, even when I am hanging on for dear life. It’s time to trust others when they tell you where to put your feet on the rocks. It is time to be present for others and to let them be present for me. And it’s time to enjoy my shed and enjoy creating, just for myself and not for others. It’s time to do what I love, even if it can be frightening. And thanks to reminders from Brenda, Stephanie, and Amy, I know I don’t have to accomplish my dreams and goals alone.

Today, I began again.  No expectations, but knowing I can’t reach the finish line if I don’t begin the race.

Mein Deutschland

Last summer, while hiking the Wank in Garmisch-Partenkirchen with my family, I began contemplating my next gallery showing.  I had six months to plan and paint. 

Garmisch is located in the Bavarian Alps.  It’s breathtaking all year long.  Our three hour hike took us to the top of a mountain, overlooking the valley and seemingly endless views of the Alps.  As I soaked in the scenery, I realized that Germany is beautiful all year round.  Yes, we have long, grey winters, but Germany radiates so many lovely traits that I have come to deeply appreciate.  That is what I needed to paint. 

My goal was to display the unique charm that we, as Americans, discover and adore in Germany.  Shortly after my hike, I asked my American friends, who are living or had lived in Germany, what they loved about Germany. The list was long and fabulous.  They mentioned the beer and wine fests, the walking trails, the vineyards on the Rhine and Mosel, the bright colors of the homes, the rooftops of villages, fields of pick-your-own flowers, flowers in the window boxes, Christmas markets, winding roads through the villages, towns along the Weinstrasse, church bells, castles, festivals, fields of rapeseed, sunflowers, bakeries, cobblestone, rolling hills, half-timbered houses, old architecture, cathedrals, paintings on the sides of houses, shrines to the Virgin Mary, and crosses on mountain peaks…and my husband reminded me of the German passion for Fußball (soccer).  My friends have been extremely observant!  And appreciative.

It was a long list, so I had to pick my favorites.  I used bright colors and texture to create a fun and upbeat vibe.  I will share only a small description behind each painting, because if you have experienced Germany (or even if you haven’t), you may want to finish the story yourself…

From Porrbach to Schwedelbach, 2016, Acrylic on Canvas

The endless, well-maintained walking trails in Germany.  Rain or shine.  Filled with people of all ages, on foot or bicycle, with or without man’s best friend (ein Hund).  This painting depicts a trail I spent hours on near my home in Schwedelbach with mein Hund.

Das Fest, 2016, Acrylic on Canvas

AHHH…Das Bierfest!  Whether you have experienced the tents of Octoberfest in Munich, Springfest in Stuttgart, or even in your local village, you will appreciate the vibration of the music, the energy, the laughter and singing while holding enormous mugs of beer and standing on benches at your table with hundreds of other happy people.  Unforgettable.

View from the Rhine, 2016, Acrylic on Canvas

The Rhine and Mosel Rivers are deeply cut into the landscape, surrounded by steep walls of vineyards.  And the occasional castle, of course.  This piece is based on views from a Rhine riverboat. The German wine country is quite picturesque (and delicious, if you are a wine lover!).

Rooftops of Idar Oberstein, 2017, Acrylic on Canvas

German villages are so unique and colorful.  The architecture is one-of-kind, with hundred-year-old homes standing next to contemporary.  The streets wind wildly through the villages.  The homes hug the sidewalks.  Quite charming and lively. 

Self-Serve Sunshine, 2017, Acrylic on Canvas

One of my favorite things…stopping on the side of the road to pick my own flowers.  There is no person overseeing this field, but there is a wooden stand with knives for cutting stems, a reasonable price list, and a money jar.  It’s truly based on trust.  I get to walk through fields of beautiful tulips, snapdragons, daisies, or sunflowers and pick my favorites for home and friends.  Love die Blumen!

Don’t Forget the Flower Boxes, 2017, Acrylic on Canvas

I adore the half-timbered homes, with their vibrant facades and fabulous shutters.  They have storybook character.  What is truly lovely, however, are the overflowing flower boxes that we get to enjoy from springtime into winter.  As a woman with no green thumb, I especially appreciate the flower boxes!

Friends, we will depart Germany with antiques, German phrases, full bellies, and incredible flea market finds, but the gifts of culture from our host nation are also real treasures. Genau. 

I plan to take Mein Deutschland home with me. 

 

These paintings will be on display at Galerie Atelier 35, located in Landstuhl, DE from February 24-March 30, 2017.  Opening night is Friday, February 24 from 6-8pm.

 

Extra Special Landscape

Blockhaus mit Sonnenblumen, 2016, 60 cm x 90 cm, Acrylic

Blockhaus mit Sonnenblumen, 2016, 60 cm x 90 cm, Acrylic

Today, I handed over a commissioned painting to it’s new owner, Catherine.  Catherine contacted me last month, and asked me to paint a favorite landscape for her husband.  I said I would try my best, and asked her to send me a photograph of this special location.  Imagine my excitement when she sent me a photograph of one of MY favorite German spots – the hills surrounding Bernd’s Blockhaus.

Bernd’s Blockhaus is a local favorite for both Americans and Germans.  It’s a delightful restaurant and beer haven, situated in the rolling hills and colorful fields between Schwedelbach, Mackenbach and Weilerbach.  Every weekend, you will see families and friends from these villages, often accompanied by their loyal canines, strolling the farm roads to gather at Bernd’s for great food and relaxing conversation.  It’s more than a great atmosphere, though.  The experience makes you feel more connected to Germany.  Kids play fussball in the side yard and pet the horses.  Runners and bikers make their way along the bike paths.  The surrounding views are lovely.

As you can see, being asked to paint the Blockhaus landscape – requested with bright colors and fields of sunflowers – brought me great joy. I loved every moment in the studio.  This painting radiates the simple treasures of Germany that we want to hold on to forever.  I think I might have to paint one for myself.  Danke, Catherine! I hope this painting always brightens your home.

 

 

They Are Called ‘Waiting’ and ‘Wondering’

The Metropolitan Museum of Art is one of my favorite museums to visit.  I could (and did) spend an entire day there enjoying the art, the exhibitions, the architecture, and a delightful lunch in the cafe that overlooks the Sculpture Garden and the city beyond.  I never cease to be entertained as I overhear visitors comments regarding the contemporary work.  Seriously, some of it IS nutty!

While visiting MoMA two years ago, I purchased their gorgeous coffee table book, The Masterworks of Modern Art.  While reading the introduction to the book, written by MoMA’s Director, I discovered a quote which struck me,

“By locating objects and people in time as well as space, the Museum is constantly mapping relationships between works of art and their viewers, so that the space of the Museum becomes a site of narration where many individual stories can be developed and realized.”  

Of course, museums strategically place the art and the visitors in galleries (and those benches aren’t just for your tired feet, those benches are also there for your brains to sit and contemplate art!), but the words that popped for me were RELATIONSHIPS and INDIVIDUAL STORIES.  When you adore or detest a painting or sculpture, you have chosen your relationship with the piece. And, then, you can be super entertained, giving the piece of art your own wild story (especially the modern stuff).

On my blog, I often write the detailed story behind the creation.  It would be nice, however, for the VIEWER to write the story behind my piece.

So let’s try this… I challenge my viewers to create your own story.   Here are two recent pieces to divulge.  Created with acrylic, vintage book pages and paper.    Two ladies, two rooms, two color schemes, two situations.  They might be in the same house, they might be worlds apart.  Be creative. You don’t have to share.  Hate it or love, write the story.  Share it with a friend or family.  And make it interesting! I call them ‘Waiting’ and ‘Wondering’… but I am not going to tell you which one…is which.

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Body. Mind. Heart. Spirit

Spirit sketch          Mind sketch               body sketch

I was at a gallery opening recently. A sweet, little (older) German woman wanted to explain her painting to me. Due to our unfortunate language barrier, she grabbed a friend to translate the story behind the abstract castle and landscape she had painted. Most importantly, she wanted me to know that the painting was all from her mind. That’s it. It came from HER mind (she pointed to her head) and she was super proud of that (she was adorable, by the way).

I am often asked, how did you think of that? Usually, something tips me off to a new idea. For this series, it was a book that my dad recently sent me, called “A Book of Saints for Catholic Moms,” which turned out to be a really great book. The subtitle, “52 Companions for your Heart, Mind, Body and Soul,” connects each saint with one of these aspects of our being.

So, I painted a series of the four things we need to personally nourish and cherish to feel whole: Body. Mind. Heart. Spirit. My initial idea is that these paintings would all resemble stained glass windows like the ones I admire in cathedrals across Europe. Not just the traditional stained glass, but also the contemporary stained glass of modern artists that are sprinkled among century-old churches (think Gaudi in Barcelona, Mucha in Prague, and Chagall in Reims, just to name a few).

I started simply with Spirit, collaging a candle in a distant landscape, adding a cross and then the dove, as a sign of peace and Spirit. Do you see them all? Our spirits are all different and must be represented as such. Some people are most spiritual while simply in nature. Others find their spirit in organized faith. Yet another lights a candle and meditates.  All are positive and good.Spirit

The heart was next. The heart resembles a window in a dark room.  The window was created with scripture pages and from prayer cards that I have been collecting over the years. A landscape of rolling hills sits outside the window. My idea for this piece? Get out of the darkness. Open your heart and share it with others. In a world of misunderstanding and hatred, our hearts should seek to love outside of ourselves and our comfort zones.

Heart

Next was the body. The body is organic, warm, loving, and comforting. It is nothing to be ashamed of. I used energized colors to emphasize the warmth and necessity of an embrace.  Scripture regarding the body is collaged into the background to remind us that, from the beginning, our bodies are gifts.

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Finally, the mind. The mind is a beautiful, yet, complicated and exhausting place. I thought of the many things we pack into our minds on a daily basis. Technology, music, arts, reading, games, work, travel, STEM, commitments overload us. I placed this mind on an island to remind us to give our hard-working minds a vacation from time to time!

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So, friends, remember (and I need the reminder, as well)… Nourish. Cherish.

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Body. Mind. Heart. Spirit. Each 30 cm x 60 cm (11.5 ” x 23.5″).  Mixed media on canvas.

The Truth About Lady Liberty

Over the last few months, I have been getting paintings prepared for an upcoming show.  This show is taking place at a library on a local military complex.  I was considering my audience, which will be primarily military members, government employees, and their families, including a good number of kids.  The base library is a hot spot for school aged youth and teens when the school day ends.  Students head to the library after school to utilize resources, hit the books, and wrap up homework.  Typically, every seat in the computer lab is full.

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We have only lived overseas for fourteen months and my kids have met a lot of great kids.  Honestly, I’ve been really surprised at the number of American kids we’ve met who have never lived in the United States.  OR if they have, it’s only been for a few years or they were too young to remember.  These are the kids I was thinking about when planning one last painting for this show.  I wanted to create a painting for the American kids who rarely experience living on American soil.  Just to give them a gift from “home.” My mind went wild, and I decided it had to be bright, kid-friendly, and curious.

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I needed depth, so I asked my Facebook friends (who are also real friends, by the way) to send me their thoughts on the imagery represented by the Statue of Liberty, one of the most popular symbols of our great nation.  My friends played along beautifully (which was really nice, because I often bombard my Facebook friends with “art stuff” and I am sure it gets really old, really fast).

So, thank you Rita, Amy, Stacy, Linda, Maureen, Juan, Christine, Bobbi, Stacey, Misty, Robyn, Anne-Marie, Margaret, Becky, Amelia, Sharon, Shawn, Martha, Heidi, Helmtrud, and Kristin for contributing to my request.  Many of you shared similar words, and several of you had parents, grandparents or great-grandparents who passed through Ellis Island as immigrants.  All of your words were positive and powerful, which is exactly what I want to share with these kids. Your words brought this painting to life. And it went on the wall today…

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Four Seasons of Summer Vacation

Have you ever read the children’s book, “How I Spent My Summer Vacation” by Mark Teague?  It’s a cute children’s book that should be read at this time of year, during the week school goes back into session.  I stumbled across this book when my kids were younger, and for some reason, I still think about it at the end of each summer.  This story is about a boy named Wallace. Back in school after summer break, Wallace is asked to tell about what he did during his summer vacation. Wallace lets his imagination flow, and soon he is writing about trains and cowboys and a Wild West adventure. 

I was thinking about this book as I signed four finished paintings today.  I was contemplating how we spent our time this summer (thankfully, it didn’t involve a move).  Everyone spends their summer vacation differently, at camps, traveling, and visiting family.  In June, I set a goal to paint my own version of the four seasons by July.  And then…SUMMER happened.  Suddenly, we had houseguests, one month of travels to Missouri and Maine, pool time, summer fun, reading, shopping, reuniting with friends and family, and trips to Paris and Luxembourg.  And, I must mention the two teens and a tween who had their own summer agendas to satisfy (insert smile).

Needless to say, I didn’t complete the paintings on my summer timetable.  Better than that, however, I really enjoyed my family and my summer vacation.  And, I took my time making these paintings exactly how I envisioned.  So, it’s September 1st and my four seasons are complete (mixed media on canvas, each 50 cm x 70cm).  I’d love to know which one is your favorite!

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Reunited with Watercolors

I packed watercolors in my suitcase for my vacation to the States. I love the beautiful windows and flower boxes in Germany, and decided they needed to be painted. I haven’t painted in watercolor in over 15 years. Watercolors are a lot like toddlers. If you leave them alone for a minute, they have a mind of their own!  My parents were running two dehumidifiers in their Midwestern humid home while I tried to manipulated the paint.  My watercolors were drying in seconds!  It was great fun and a great challenge.  I have been preoccupied with mixed media pieces for years now, but I think I will bring out my watercolors much more often!  Two of these three paintings are castle windows.

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Vacation Inspiration. St. Louis Style.

So, what does an artist do for inspiration on vacation when she is 4600 miles from her studio and supplies, and preparing for two shows?  Make the best of your situation.  After getting reacquainted with family, putting my kiddos on a bus to summer camp, relaxing poolside, and sipping wine with childhood friends, I found time to explore.  St. Louis never lets me down.

Before my kids left for summer camp, and at my insistance, my Dad and I took them to a show at the Contemporary Art Museum called “Occupational Therapy.”  Needless to say, after this visit, my Dad and my kids think artists are totally nuts.

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A few nights later, I explored the Chinese Lantern Festival at the Missouri Botanical Gardens. Vibrant yards of silk are stretched over thin metal frames, which were created on location by Chinese artisans.  The lanterns are beautiful by daylight and radiant at night! Here, I get a wild idea that I should paint some lanterns for my show at the Vogelweh library this fall… And for my St. Louis friends, these lanterns are all for sale at the end of the show.  If you can fit one in your yard! DSC01162 DSC01181

The next day entailed a stop to a unique bookstore called The Book House in Maplewood. Maplewood is such a groovy little area.  Loved this paper scuplted bookshelf that was out front.  Inside, I found an amazing 1930’s travel guide to Europe with beautiful pullout maps.  It was 65 bucks, so I didn’t buy it.  I am scared that I will tear out the old maps and incorporate them into my work! So I bought some cheap maps for my work instead.  But I can’t get that book off my mind.  Sigh.

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An afternoon visit to the Kirkwood Farmer’s Market reminds me of the fabulous European farmer’s markets.  Fresh produce, bright colors, great smells, fun for all of the senses.  It also reminded me of Olivia’s garden at home and how great it is to grow vegetables in our yard and bring them straight to the kitchen for dinner.  But…I bought cookies…Gooey Butter Cookies.  It’s a St. Louis thing and they were delicious.

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I never visit St. Louis without a trip to the St. Louis Art Museum. This stunning building was left from the 1904 World’s Fair.  From mummies to Monet, the museum has a diverse collection, well representing our world.  I discovered some ancient Spanish ceiling tiles that will be reflected in my sun sign series this fall.  What really inspired me?  The crowd!  So many families and couples were visiting on a Sunday morning.  Overhearing conversations and criticisms on art is always entertaining (hilarious!), too!stl art museum

It really doesn’t matter where you are.  Regardless of what project you might be in the middle of, whether at work or at home.  Inspiration is out there. I gathered ideas from my explorations that I can’t wait to get back to my studio and put them into work.  Sometimes, it’s the little things in life that have an impact.  Thanks, St. Louis!