Apr 10, 2013 · Leave A Comment »
“Surf and Sand,” my series of paintings celebrating people and their relationships to water, sky, and sun, has been one of my most popular series. I supposed it’s because the moments captured in these paintings could have been lifted from the memory banks of any one of us. Girls drying themselves on a pool deck in [...]
Mar 31, 2013 · 1 Comment »
Richard (my husband) and I had a loud and passionate discussion tonight of the relative strengths and weaknesses of Eric Fischl’s paintings vis a vis, say, David Hockney, or Lucian Freud, or John Currin. All four are considered “realistic” painters (whatever that means), all four have achieved “success” (again, whatever that means) in the [...]
Feb 26, 2013 · 5 Comments »
Something extraordinary happened to me last weekend. Something happy, something sad, something filled with future plans and drenched in nostalgia and memories. I quit my day job. Well, actually I quit my day job in 2003, but last weekend I quit my other day job. I gave up my teaching gigs. No more Thursday or Saturday [...]
Feb 16, 2013 · 1 Comment »
(This is a multi-part post, in part to save your eyes from the strain of having to read paragraph after paragraph of white type on black backgrounds.) Several of you (ok, TWO of my huge subscriber base of fifteen) have asked me, after the last post which mentioned my lack of self-confidence as a painter, [...]
Feb 14, 2013 · 3 Comments »
My sister lives in eastern Pennsylvania, south of New York City by about 3 hours. Often when I visit her we drive into NYC for a day or an overnight – and a trip I made in 1995 was no different. Marilyn, her daughter Katie and I decided to go to New York to see [...]
Nov 22, 2012 · Leave A Comment »
My family. This is a painting I did of me and my two sisters at my sister (Marilyn’s) wedding. I’m posting this to represent my entire family. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!
Nov 16, 2012 · 4 Comments »
One of the very first thing I learned in marketing was never to make your customers work too hard. Hard work = no action, usually. They won’t buy your shirt if they can’t try it on; they won’t join your club if the fees are buried beneath miles of copy; they won’t sign up for [...]