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I am feeling a little melancholy today. I think partly because of the unexpected news of the passing of a former colleague this week. And partly because I am feeling that there is so much more I'd still like to do with my art, my life, my future. Unwritten
Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Ok-I'm staring at the blank canvas before me, ready to release my inhibitions. Bring it on.

I was recently invited to join a new blog just for Palette Knife Painters. It was started by the talented artist, Judy Mackey whose work I have been following for awhile. I'm excited to have another venue to share my work and to be inspired by other artists who share the same passion for using the blades! I think there is a great variety of style and subject matter.







Hey. This is exciting. I just found out that one of my paintings will be featured on the painting knives page of the national Fall 2010 catalog for Dick Blick art supplies. How cool is that? The designer was nice enough to send me his layout for the page. Doesn't it look great? I am thrilled. And it makes me want to buy every knife on the page (although I own most of them already). I feel so famous.


What a beautiful Easter weekend we had here in New England. Much deserved after the horrible rains and flooding we've had in March. Last Friday, I had a wonderful conversation with my good friend Joan. She posted a photo of a charm on her blog that looked so professional and so I asked her about what kind of camera she had. She told me she took it using the Macro Zoom feature on her digital camera. She gets in really close, like 1/4" away from the subject, and then points her finger where she wants the camera to focus in the photo before she shoots-you know, how you hold the button down halfway to focus before shooting?
I admit. I love American Idol. I've watched every season. It's one of only a few shows that I rearrange my activities around in order to watch. Just recently, I've made an interesting connection to art. Kind of an "AHA" moment. 


"At the time the picture was taken, my parents would have been 40 years old. Elderly, in the eyes of a child! The reference for this painting was taken along the road to Bristol, New Hampshire, before any highways were built. With 6 people in the car, it was a long trip. My mother always packed a lunch and we stopped somewhere “scenic” to eat. What I remember most about these trips is my question to my father: “how much longer, daddy?” and his reply, “over the next hill!”

