New Work

I made time for the studio last weekend. This is what came out of two days.


Being an artist is hard work.

I finally got around to making my artist facebook page. It’s not finished. There are still photos to write descriptions for, but it’s started. In doing so, i’ve realized that my work does not have a consistent look and that I need to take better photos of my work from the get-go because when you need a photo of your work, good lighting is never around. So I think i will have to retake most everything at some point. But anything that helps me to organize my life is a good thing, right?

Art for others

Last night I had the pleasure of delivering a piece that I had been commissioned to do for a couple I know well. They wanted a canvas with the lyrics to Led Zeppelin’s “Ten Years Gone” written on it. Their living room is a monochromatic white so the painting had to be very light and airy but filled with text. I had never really listened to that song before, but now, I feel like I know it quite intimately. I do believe I could name that tune in one note! What a feeling to be able to be a part of someone else’s vision for their life and home. I hope they enjoy it for the rest of their lives!


One Night ONLY! Baltimore Fashion Renaissance Soirée at the Bromo Seltzer Arts Tower in Baltimore

I’m working once again with Stacey Stube, Fashion Designer and Founder of Elsa Fitzgerald fashion line and creative, Frank Delaney. This time we are joined by Rick from Break the Silhouette and videographer/photographer Pat Bourque.

Stacey’s working with her traditional lace, but in a very untraditional way. It’s like what Betsy Johnson would wear to meet Jay Gatsby. Fun and edgy and very deconstructed. She’s showing the process of a dream.

Frank is diligently working on a piece that will promote the genius of Claire McCardell. Claire’s work spoke to Frank with it’s graphic lines and rule breaking.

Rick’s work is complex in thought. His surreal landscapes of the mind are a perfect fit for merging the shows 4 distinct layers: Fashion, Art, History and Time.

I wasn’t there for the filming of the art film by Pat Bourque with a local bellydancer. Think Edward Scissorhands meets Steampunk meets Fashion meets a clock tower. The footage I saw looks pretty compelling. I can’t wait to see the entire thing that night.

My work has incorporated pieces from Stacey’s dresses, and helps to pay homage to the past but also nodding to Rick’s layers of thought spinning us into the future.

If you’re in Baltimore, come check out the show on Sept. 29 6-8pm.

If nothing else, we’ll talk art and process — all while you sip a little wine.

Hope to see you there.

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New Show is Up

I have some new work up with a group show at the Mount Vernon Marketplace. I stayed with acrylic for this series. I was really feeling spring when I got the call from Katia Baskina from The Escape Artists about an exhibit she was curating with Artists Compound.

Here’s what you can see in person:

The Ultramarine Blues

I was just reading the Washington Post article via Fulfillment Daily by Maia Gambis, “Why making art is the new meditation.” And yes, yes it is! Though, much like meditation, it isn’t new. But much like meditation, it is greatly needed.

After seeing only the headline I put my coffee on my studio desk, ran to the car to get my laptop so I could write about how art made ME feel. I talked to the neighbor, watered my front yard plants, picked some strawberries, hooked up my laptop, made some raisin bread toast, drank my cold coffee and sat down to read the article.

I told you [almost] everything I did in the course of getting to this point because, again, after JUST reading the headline I got a kick of endorphines. I was happy and greeted my neighbor with a hardy “hello.” I was happy to stand in the hot morning sun and water my plants while beads of sweat started forming. I was ecstatic that I still had some strawberries that the bugs hadn’t eaten off of yet. I was content to drink cold coffee because there was a sort of anticipation about what I was about to read.

As I was reading I googled the people who were quoted. Louise Bourgeois‘ honesty makes me smile, I would have liked to have known her. By the time I die, I hope I leave behind a body of work that says something about who I was. Selfish, but therapeutic.

Eckart Tolle offers the kind of teachings that most of my days are spent wondering about.“ All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness…” -Tolle

Much to my dismay the article ended. But what I can see has begun is my ability to deal with my “blue period.”  Which is the artistic world’s red flag that artist’s use to cope with longing and a stress-filled life.

“The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man towards the infi­nite, awak­ening in him a desire for the pure and, finally, for the super­nat­ural” -Kandinsky

That quote came from an article by Teresa Koester for Schirn Mag which looked at 10 artist’s and their blue periods.

This all comes on the heels of just finishing a series of paintings all done with various blues as the common background. I had found a tube of Ultramarine that hadn’t been used much (gasp!), and once I started incorporating, I couldn’t stop using it.

I was just talking to a friend who has been using nothing but blue in her work. I asked if she was stressed lately. The answer was an emphatic “Yes.”

The blues have been around for a long while. They aren’t going away, and I don’t think we complain about the artistic results from their visit.

I’m embracing my blue period, and thanks to ultramarine, that makes me happy.

When a childhood dream manifests itself

When I was around 10 I drew bathing suit outlines on a sheet of paper. My mom may or may not have made xerox copies for me, but I do remember having several sheets of empty bathing suits that I would then draw different designs on. Every year I would wait in anticipation of the JcPenny holiday catalog. You remember, the thick book that would replace one of the phone books as a booster seat for your younger sibling to sit at the table. I would look endlessly at the fashions and the models and try to plan my future around what was in it. Eventually I upgraded to watching Style with Elsa Klench, Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, and Awards programs just to be able to see what the world of fashion held for my imagination. I would sketch clothing designs and even my own future wedding dress ( Alas, I grew out of the mermaid look before high school was over.) I never had the money to buy the lavish furs and haute couture clothing, but I never stopped watching out for fashion trends and watching the red carpet pre-award shows. When the movie Mannequin came out in 1987, I was enamored with the idea of creating window displays. Gazing into a storefront window and  getting lost in the story was such a delicious idea that both overwhelmed and excited me. (If I could pick a mannequin to come to life, now THAT would’ve been wonderful.)

Fast forward to about a month or two ago when a friend sent me a link, a call for artists to paint old mannequin torsos for a charity auction. The original concept fell through, instead  ended up creating a window display that would pay homage to Baltimore’s once thriving garment district that is now almost non-existent. The buildings are still here but none of the bravado of the makers of umbrellas, hats, ties, suits, shoes, etc. So for my first piece I merged architectural elements and fashion. A very 1920s, end of the heyday look. I call her Gilda Blue.


We ended up having more torsos and hands so i took some more mannequin pieces home to paint.


This second torso design came from my art journal. And in these last few days before the window unveiling, Stacy talked me into adding pattern paper to it and I fell in love with the results. I call this one Sporty Renaissance.



The window may not have moving parts and glamorous furs and feathers, but it has parts, tells a story and brings the people walking on the sidewalk back to life.

But even better, my childhood dream came true. I helped in creating a window installation. Now i’m ready for the next one.

If you’re in Baltimore this Saturday, November 19, come to the Artist Soirée at 223 West Lexington (Sharp Dressed Man location), 6-9pm. The window display can be seen during the day through the gate, but you can get closer by going in and walking through it. Enjoy the installation and maybe see you there!



**For more information on Baltimore’s garment district, visit here:

**An article the Baltimore Sun wrote on Philip Spector, owner of the last sew house in Baltimore: