I have a love hate relationship with my messy studio. A mess means I’m in a creative frenzy, can’t work fast enough, ideas are flowing faster than I can make … Continue reading
Woke up at 4:30am. So unlike me. Yesterday I woke at 3am, which is even more unlike me. Apparently I have things on my mind, but nothing that requires an … Continue reading
Why am I painting shoes? The snarky answer would be “why not?” Or “because they’re there.” But this is not a snarky blog and actually neither answer is accurate. My … Continue reading
I often get asked where my art inspiration comes from. Everywhere and everything seems a bit too broad, although not totally inaccurate. So I’m breaking it down. This could be … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about my first art piece. At least the first one I can remember. I’m guessing I was six or so. My medium was red crayon, and my … Continue reading
My one and only self-portrait. So I made it a good one. Eileen through the ages, if you will. I had so much fun with this one.
I’m at a loss for words. I realize blogging is not going away, so I’m pushing through the fear. Actually I’m being pushed through the fear. By my “friend.” You … Continue reading