Untitled

I find the most difficult part of painting is actually coming up with a title. Sometimes the finished product inspires the title instantly. Other times, like now... I'm at a loss. So for now, we will simply call this Untitled.

Collaboration

It's great when you go to an art fair, marvel at someone else's talent and share with each other. I use photos for reference for my paintings. Granted, I do get around, and have been fortunate enough to gather a lot of fantastic images of my own. However, this past weekend I met a professional photographer who has been able to capture the images I could only wish for. We only chatted for a moment, but she has graciously allowed me to use her images for my pastels.

Please wander on over to E.J. Clifford's website and take a look at her outstanding images.

This chickadee is my pastel interpretation of her photograph. Thank you, EJ!

This painting has been sold

Photography

I know this blog is supposed to be a journey through my world in pastels. Well, I suppose I should retitle that, as I'm an eclectic artist. Then again, what artist isn't? Someone recently asked if I was selling my photography at the art festivals I set up at. I answered no.. but thought gosh... why aren't I? So I started by adding quite a few of my photographs to Fine Art America, where I sell giclee prints of my artwork. 

And in doing so, I realized how much I miss traveling around with camera in hand, capturing everything I can. I also realized how very many of my finest photographs were lost for good when my laptop was stolen sometime back. 

Clicking here will take you to Fine Art America, where you can see all of my artwork and photography in one place. 

Ruby

Who doesn't love hummingbirds? Truly a magical gift from God.

8 x 10 matted, framed $125.00

prints from $15.00

Tres Bleu

5 x 7 Soft Pastel $55.00
I love Spring. Here in the north you spend months in the cold, everything buried under the snow. Most of our wildlife is hibernating, or have flown south for the winter. As the days begin to get a little longer, and the air begins to warm our skin, I watch for signs of life. Seeing a bud on a tree, the first Robin, hearing the frogs chirping - all the sights and sounds of Spring are a miracle I look forward to each year.