AUGUST 2025

 Die-cuts and digital art (Procreate)

I've been reminiscing a lot lately. So much of my hometown has changed since I was a kid. I'm feeling very nostalgic. Shouldn't I be able to buy a ticket, somehow, to go back in time for a day? To see places no longer standing. People no longer here. It's so close. I can see it when I close my eyes. Just out of reach.

On that note, I'll talk about myself as a child artist. Haha! Not a prodigy. Just a kid who had a knack for it.

I come by it honestly, with several older family members who were artistically talented. I admired what they could do and I wanted to do it too.

I took art classes every year of high school. Then, went to college where I started with a major in graphic design, spent some time pursuing art education, and ended up with a degree in fine art just to be able to graduate and get the heck outta Dodge.

After graduating (with that lucrative fine art degree) I got a job waiting tables, met my husband, and life took off. With the exception of a gig illustrating for Gooseberry Patch that lasted for a few years, my career as an artist hasn't been much of a career. I've exhibited in local shows and worked on several commissions, but it's been more like a habit that I can't break. If I'm not painting, or drawing or doing something, I'm not happy. You've heard the saying "happy wife, happy life", or "if Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy." (That's the one I hear around my house all the time). I have to have my creative time. It's how I "fill the well," and then have more of myself to give to others.

I've reached a point in my life where the pressure of even considering an art career is in the rearview mirror. But, that does absolutely NOT mean I'm done. I just feel free to do whatever the heck I want. It feels wonderful, and I think I'm doing more now than ever. And I'm so happy to have this space to share what I do with YOU.

Sicking with the nostalgic theme, here are some of the pieces I did in high school. Again, no prodigy. But, not bad if I do say so myself.

My first painting - in acrylics. I would have been 15. This hangs proudly in my current studio.

My Daniel Boone guy. I think I was 15 or 16. 

This may have started as a grid drawing from a magazine image.

And here area few random pieces from high school. A scratchboard crystal glass, a pen and ink of a seahorse (I've always loved seahorses!), a drawing of a cute guy that I drew with no reference image. -This guy existed only in my head. I had it hanging in my dorm room my freshman year and a boyfriend at the time was jealous, thinking it was someone I had waiting for me back home. Haha! Lastly, roses. These may have also come from my head because I remember drawing a lot of roses.

I don't think I've shared my college work here. Check back in a couple weeks and maybe I'll have some of those to share.

Thanks for stopping by!