Happy trails to you Stephanie!

3" x 9.5" x 1.25" blended wood | nfs



"Become who you are." - Friedrich Nietzsche



Every now and then, we cross paths with someone who, for whatever reason, affects us in a manner that is curiously familiar and refreshing.

24-year-old and wise-beyond-her-years Stephanie, will soon be leaving Austin to attend grad school in Seattle. Her crewmates, friends and family threw a farewell bash in her honor this past weekend, hosted by the fabulous Barksdales. The highlight of the evening was Gaming by Paisley, a hilarious collection of silly human tricks. Video destined for You Tube in the near future? TBD!

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We're all connected. The piece shown above celebrates the ongoing tapestry that is our lives, in all it's warp'd and weft'd splendar. Wishing you love, joy and adventure Stephanie.

summer sky

detail of 12" x 29" oil and acrylic on blended wood panel

Here's the sister painting to the previous posting of morning sky #3 in celebration the first day of summer.

A better shot, but again, another detail as I am having troubles adjusting the magnified focus to auto focus. What you see is the last quarter of the painting, positioned left to right.

The constructed sides I had envisioned for these pieces unfortunately did not work out for this larger size, but it will be revealed in smaller works soon.

The wood in this panel was originally headed for the burn pit. Some see old and weathered, while others see blue sky.

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detail of morning sky #3

acrylic on blended wood panel

The skies have been beautifully rich with teaser clouds, yielding just a few sprinkles.

This is a work in progress, 13" x 29" - I'll get a better photo when completed. Tomorrow I'm finishing the sides and thought I'd try something new after being inspired by a re-constructed lifeguard tower, post Hurricane Wilma.

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Tune in and see what you think.

study of hoover

9" x 12" pastel on bristol

So good to be back. I truly have missed you.

This is Hoover, our gentle giant and guardian of our three-year-old granddaughter.

I know, finally branching out to color once again. But how could I not? He's graced with a myriad of lush chestnut hues.

My Hoover, my muse.