The Flowers of Fathers

A number of folks have asked me why I paint so many flowers. And while there are a dozens of good reasons, frankly, it all comes down to this lithograph, “Lilacs” by Vincent Farrell. For many years now, it is the first thing I see each morning and the last thing I see at night. […]

Throwback Thursday: Illustrated Baby Quilt

Happy Mother’s Day! The interwebs tells me this is the week to discuss things you can buy and make for mothers, so I thought it might be nice to share one of the first gifts my mother ever received, which just happened to be a DIY project; a handmade quilt featuring images from Mother Goose stories. Behold! The […]

Suddenly Stamp Collector

I inherited a stamp collection. It was my father’s from when he was young. It’s been fourteen years since he passed, and probably forty+ years since the box has been in storage. I only came into it over Christmas, and now I don’t know what to do with it. It is weird. I mean, it’s […]

Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

Wildflowers growing in the fields behind Miss Frances’ house Sorry for the radio silence last week. If you follow me on facebook, you might already know that I left for Mississippi last Monday following the passing of my Uncle, “Big John.”   I wish so much that you would have had a chance to know […]

A Family Portrait, Coloring Book Style

Eat your heart out, Olan Mills! I’m a wee bit addicted to my new favorite iphone app: Sketch Me!  It converts digital photos into sketches. The black and white sketches are nifty enough on their own, but the fun really kicks in when you print them at home and break out the crayons. Hello custom […]

Aunt Izora’s Pink Flocking

Legend has it, my Great Aunt Izora was fond of pink flocking. Back in the late 1950’s she was kind enough to send her sister, my grandmother, Pumpkin, a pink flocked wreath to hang in the front window of what was my mother’s childhood home. Side Note 1: Those names are 100% real. I couldn’t […]

Tall Christmas

I am tall. My Aunt Cake is taller. She is married to my Uncle Bob, who is the tallest. They live in a tall house with tall ceilings. At Christmas time they get themselves a tall tree. How tall? This Tall: That was me, Christmas 1986.  Already displaying the signs of chronic bitchface. On the […]

It’s begining to look a lot like Christmas.

My Aunt Annie and Uncle Tom live on the edge of a river overlooking a small, school bus sized island covered with evergreens and marsh grass. Yup. It’s amazing. For years, my cousin John has talked about decorating one of the trees with Christmas lights. Great idea, right? But, as you can imagine, running electrical […]