Sunday, March 29, 2015


This is for my beautiful friend Addie who just had a baby.  She does spread beauty wherever she goes-and grows so many things so, veggies, and adorable babies!
The picture isn't the greatest because I took it in the car on my way to deliver it to her....I realized I hadn't taken a picture at the last minute.

Thursday, March 12, 2015


 Hummingbirds!  The nests are 3D mixed media and the birds and trees are watercolor.
 I found a poem by Mary Oliver that spoke to me about this piece.  There are a lot of things going on in this one-it probably can mean different things to different people.

The poem reads:
The deed took all  my heart.
I did not think of you,
Not till the thing was done.
I put my sword away,
And then no more the cold
And perfect fury ran
Along my narrow bones,
And then no more black
And dripping corridors
Held anywhere the shape
That I had come to slay.
Then for the first time,
I saw in the cave's belly
The dark and clotted webs,
The green and sucking pools,
the rank and crumbling walls,
the maze of passages.
And I thought then
Of the spring sun
Of the far earth,
And the slow wind,
And a young girl.
And I looked at the white thread,
hunting the minotaur
I was no common man
And had no need of love.
I trailed the shining thread
behind me for a vow,
And did not think of you.
it lay there, like a sign.
Coiled on the bull's great hoof
And back into the world.
Half blind with weariness
I touched the thread and wept.
O, it was frail as air
And I turned then
With the white spool,
Through the cold rocks,
Through the black rocks,
Through the long webs,
And the mist fell,
And the webs clung,
And the rocks tumbled,
And the earth shook,
And the thread held.

mary oliver

Monday, March 2, 2015

Mini hummingbird

My first mini art for the miniature art challenge.   I love to water color hummingbirds and wanted a pretty flower in the picture.  I found this pretty lace one so I didn't end up making the paper flower but plan to do so in another piece.

Think Spring

 Thinking about Spring inspired me to make this piece.  I imagined the owls in snowy trees seeing another owl bringing Spring, harnessed by a big net, to them! I altered Sylvia Plath's quote substituting Spring for soul.