As my artist's statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance. -- Calvin and Hobbes

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Here comes the sun...

"Sungazer"; 8x10", acrylic on wood panel

I'm excited. I've been invited to be part of a new gallery. This one will shine the light on my florals and give me some sunny exposure in town, in my favorite neighborhood, Decatur.  If you find yourself in Decatur in the near future, pop on in to the Decatur Fine Art Gallery and see wonderful works by local artists and craftspersons, and visit my little wall of Ethereal Flowers. Opening next month in East Decatur Station on E. College Ave.  See you there August 8th!

Have a nice evening!

Monday, July 6, 2015

All journeys come with some mystery

36x36", acrylic on wood panel

She travels these woods daily, but she never reveals a path with her reticent footsteps. She always feels she has company. The forest climbs to meet her. The trees aren't alone in their longing to be near her, and they, too, will wait for her return. 

All journeys come with some mystery.

This painting is available at the Marietta Square Artist's Attic.

Have a nice day.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Flowers are blooming in the Attic!

Eager Awakenings
10x20", acrylic on wood panel

May brings flowers.  It's about time! 

...and my Ethereal Flowers are blooming in the Attic!

I'm very excited to share the cool news that I have been given the opportunity to occupy my own little room at the Marietta Square Artist's Attic! I'll begin arranging the space today to prepare for first Friday tomorrow.  Hey, it'll be May 1st - what a perfect occasion to bring you some fresh flowers! I hope you will enjoy seeing the space blossom!

Fridays are fun, but first Fridays are the most fun. All of Atlanta comes alive for the arts, and I know I mention it every chance I get, but Marietta Square is the epicenter on these special evenings, so come out for a stroll tomorrow night and see what I'm always talking about!

The Artist's Attic is above The Local Exchange on the south side of the Square next door to Sweet Treats Ice Cream Parlor and we are open 7 days a week. You can find me upstairs working the gallery on most Thursday and Sunday afternoons, and of course, tomorrow evening.

Have a nice day,

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Pesky Floaters

Blue Floater
Some thing got in my eye. I had a cleaver in one hand and I was holding down an onion with the other. It wasn't the best timing. Just as I thought I could live with whatever was swimming around on my eyeball until the onion was chopped, some of my bangs descended and began itching my eyebrow, not above the eye plagued with debris, which was already winking, but the other. I then found myself spontaneously winking both eyes while blowing and directing the air with my bottom lip in the direction of my wile hair.  It was only then I realized that I had my reading glasses on and they had fallen so far down on my nose that I looked like a old man behind the counter at the research library.  I was pinching my air supply with the glasses and wondered why I was getting a bit of a headache. Of course, now, I have a full blown headache and I can't breathe. I began to cry. Not from the dark humor in this experience, but because that was simply the most reactive onion I had ever sliced into. Thinking that the act of crying would fix the floater issue, I then reached up with my forearm to push my glasses back in place further up on my nose and caught the edge of the glasses on the chiffon blouse I wore to work and hadn't yet changed since I arrived home. I tried to pull my arm away but my hair also became stuck in my glasses. So, there I stood in the kitchen, winking both eyes in a very undignified alternating pattern, like I was trying to make a moving picture out of a still drawing, stuck to my glasses from both sides, my hair and my blouse, and threatening to make a chop salad of myself with the knife wielding hand. This all happened in seconds, which explains why the knife was still in my hand (I think.) At that very moment my husband walked in, smiled, took the knife and asked if I wanted to order takeout. I nodded. yes.

(I repainted the background of this earlier posted painting because it just needed to be brighter.)
Have a nice day, Rebecca

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

So, I couldn't call it the Parthenon...

Ornament Colosseum

Redux: How do you like my shabby chic ornament Colosseum? Yea, it's so Greek. (giggle.) It was a junk store find, and it had been spray painted gold, was so dirty and dingy, and had no back on it. It didn't look like anything that could be useful. But, at the time time, I was specifically in search of a showcase for ornaments, so when I saw it in a junk pile, I thought, "Neat! That'll do! It's a tiny Parthenon!"  So, I took it home, all the way from Mississippi, and cleaned it, painted it off-white hammered on a back and sanded back a little of that gold. Then, silly me, I realized it's not a Parthenon, it's a Colosseum. HA! 

So far, I'm still playing with hanging vs. nesting. I added eyelet screws to hang, and I'll probably pad the back for safety against breakage, but I might just nest anyway. I mean, who doesn't want to nest on some level?

Well, there you have it. I haven't finished the sign yet, but I got it off the printer and it just needs glue and mojo. So, I couldn't call it the Parthenon, but I'm OK with that.

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Things to Ponder

Don't pay any attention to what they write about you. Just measure it in inches. -Andy Warhol

We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.
-Walt Disney