The boy in the middle of the picture above is my Grandpa Richard, who went to meet the Lord this October 6, 2016. He loved horses and cowboy culture. He religiously watched western movies on the weekends. And although we lived nowhere near Texas (where I live now), for many years his Sunday best consisted […]
BYOB Painting: Changing Perspectives
I had made my way to class uneasily, as I had left my sister Emily at my house with day 2 of the stomach flu and my 3 year old daughter, Hope, at home with day 2 of the stomach flu and my 21-month-old Quinn, who had held up so far. I felt very guilty but I […]
Feeling Cheesy-Awkward
As I was walking through the parking lot, all prepared, with my arms full of paint and empty canvases, sporting brightly colored salmon “painting” pants and a coral pink shirt, I felt distinctively corny. What do I think I’m doing? I’m not going to be the next Vangough. Yet, here I am, committed to […]
“There is no wrong way? Well, there is.”
And there I was, sunlight streaming in through the shutters shedding light on the natural wood floor sprinkled with old paint, waiting anxiously for the teacher to arrive. But the teacher wouldn’t arrive. Five minutes late, 15 minutes late, 28 minutes late and the clock ticked on. Meanwhile, my ten or so classmates almost entirely […]
Before I begin
Tomorrow, I begin my first Landscape painting class at the Historic and “romantic” downtown San Antonio campus of Southwest School of Art. The campus is set off the marvelous and yet unexpected, San Antonio river walk and is in the buildings of what used to be the Ursuline College for girls. In contrast to the […]