Monday, August 23, 2010


quick study from my class outdoors (less fancy than saying plein air) this summer-these are Virginia colors for sure and so evident in the sky today-80 degrees, breezy and sunny-beautiful

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Ta Da!

such warm light (so clean, whoa)

 It's hard to believe we hauled everything out of this space. I'm slowly putting things back. We are going for simple, less clutter....I'll let you know how that goes (ha ha ha).

Today I whacked my two boys upside their heads for fighting over MY computer with the nearest paperback (I know, I'm nice-no hardback)....then looked down at the book, book title? I Was A Good Mom Before I Had Kids......really, I don't make this stuff up.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


And so my artwork during the "plein air" painting class (through VCU's graduate art program) morphed a bit. It got a little traditional on me. It got simple, crisp, fun and mindless (in a good way). And NO people, gasp! Of course, I couldn't help but paint on my girl scout manuals-you'll see how to bandage a foot -very helpful (I try) along with the farmer's market peppers. I enjoyed the colors out in nature. I had forgotten about them being a part of my artwork. More later, I'm still trying to find all of my stuff after the renovations. My studio is in boxes in the basement. I'm doing a lot of purging, sweeping, scrubbing and looking...

Monday, August 16, 2010



Okay so I've been gone awhile. One week at the beach, two weeks "in class" and one more week at the beach....beach bookends. My family has gone down to the Outer Banks in North Carolina since I was about 12 or so. We tend to hang out in the Duck/Corolla/Corova penninsula. I can timeline myself easily with Duck summer vacations. 1983-awkward me,  I saw a bonfire on the beach-wanting to be older to hang out with the cool fire hearding teenagers, 1985-being a teenager with my walkman plopped on my ears-The Smiths' The Queen is Dead on repeat. 1987-wanting to be liked, noticed, having no idea what I was growing up into, 1990-wanting to leave but also wanting to stay right at home, 1992-1994-watching surfer boyfriends find their waves, but still looking for mine. Always some kind of heartbreak.
Then I was gone for so long......October 2000, I'm reading Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assasin, with sketchbooks a-scatter on a stretched beach blanket alone on a beautiful October day, a bright idea, no more trying to make a Mr. Right Guy, no more dating Mr. Wrong for far too long. I know, I'll actually try dating (imagine that). I go home (Harrisonburg at the time), make a date with a friend for THAT Friday and that was that, we've been together now for 10 years in October, so much for dating eh?
I can tell you what book I was reading when I wondered at the beach, who would I be? And I can tell you the music on repeat as to who I was wondering about. Each Duck getaway marks a certain time, young, naive, awkward, new, exciting, older, wondering, sighing, mothering, tired, branching, aching, wanting to sleep.....then new again. The beach makes me think, presents me ideas like offerings,waves wash, repeat, change, make a new decision.....move on, go home.

P.S-my entire house was torn apart while I was at the beach. All new wood floors were put in. My house looks like autumn and feels like a new start. Lots of new things happening, it's all good.

Saturday, August 07, 2010

My Last Three Weeks in Pictures

Old bookstore in Old Town Manassas (a little out of focus-who cares)
Farmer's Market-Old Town Manassas
Scarves hanging in Middleburg
Love the yellow umbrellas at Crysalis Winery in Middleburg (the staff not so much).
My little set up at La Grange in Haymarket.
Grapes at Crysalis. (yum)
Great Meadows
Black eyed susans at Great Meadows
Great Meadows-love this composition-the stone walls, I so enjoyed them.

Thursday, August 05, 2010

Plein Air

Don't have time to run down all of the crazy stuff I've gotten myself into in the past three weeks. I'm taking a graduate level painting class with VCU (intensive two weeks of painting outdoors!). The tomatoes are from the farmer's market. It's been a really long time since I have painted from life or outdoors for that matter. Aside from the fact that I come home exhausted from being outside all day, it's going really, really well. It's just the fresh air my artwork has needed.