Life in our studio , love and puppies

As a artist, you long for those magical hours of putting brush to canvas. It is as simple as breathing and as vital . But I have learn new lessons from my battle to regain my health. Yes my art and my soul are intertwined, but with out my fellow studio mate, best friend, and someone I adore all would be lost. Thank you Anita, for sharing our studio with me, for dancing to music , playing with pups and smiling back at me . Our studio will be open this spring and all are welcome .....pups too . This blog is for you Anita!

Finding your own joy , art and fear

Paintings flowed from every inch of my soul for more than 20 years. They poured out of me , like the oxygen that I breath everyday . Yes I took it soooooo for granted. The sun would rise and I would paint. That is the way it was....day after day . Brushes, canvas, paint , and hours in the studio all just part of a normal day . This was life ....my life .

Today I will open up two new canvas " 30 x 24" , something that I would of done and not have a second thought . I will get my brushes ready , my paint , and of course pour a cup of tea. Things that are second nature , that now have dust on them .

Lessons to learn , fate, luck ,and tragedy all play a role in our human destiny . Here in the day -to -day world ( which is, after all, the only one we live in ), the job is often to just keep moving forward , by placing the responsibility for my actions in my own hands and walking into my studio . They are hands that live daily with pain in them now , but they are my hands , and they still long to create art .

So I am proud to introduce Coop and Bella, who will safely guide me back home to my studio , one brush stroke at a time .