Commission – Digger the Beagle

Original Photo
Original Photo
Watercolor - 8" x 10" Private Collection
Watercolor – 8″ x 10″ Private Collection

She was so excited, she actually shed a few tears. Love when art makes an impact!


Mom Flowers

Watercolor - Private collection
Watercolor – Private collection

For some reason, I hadn’t seen her since the end of June. Far longer than our usual get togethers. She is one of the sisters who grew up in a different family. We’d worked together years ago for many years and as with all dear friends, we’ve been through the good, the bad, and the ugly. It was refreshing to see her. When she opened the passenger door to grab the flowers in the console, she said they were “Mom Flowers”….for me. A beautiful little arrangement with some mums, coleus and the sunny centered “Mom Flower”….a daisy like mum.

They had grown in her Mom’s garden and she had moved some to her garden after her Mom passed. She’d put them in the bouquet for me and we smiled both enjoying a lovely moment when her Mother’s memory was tangible.

An adorable, colorful, arrangement, in a repurposed, interesting vase, the next morning the “Mom Flowers” just would not be ignored.

We know I cannot ignore the itch. If left alone, it turns into a big old festering distraction taking up mental space until I capitualate and paint. So I moved quickly to stem the damage to my attention.

On a little piece of paper (4″ x 3 1/2″), I did a quick sketch and a loose watercolor of the “Mom Flower” arrangement. It fell off the brush, attached itself to a card as a thank you and was in the mailbox before the mail was even delivered.

In my usual manner, I posted the picture on my Facebook page. The next day she emailed me, asking if she could purchase it. I apologized and told her it was already on it’s way to it’s new home. And to check her mail.

One of the joys of being an artist is when my art seems to speak to someone. And sometimes, when everything is just right, spirit speaks, and “Mom Flowers” appear.


Lake Wallenpaupack - private collection

With Lake Wallenpaupack as it’s backdrop, the red tree just begged to be painted. After posting the sketch on my Facebook page, a fan quickly inquired as to it’s availability. It was sold after a few exchanges. It would be a gift to her parents, as they live on the lake.

When I pulled the condo curtains back the next day, the red leaves were gone, stripped by the wind and rain. The gift of it’s beauty recorded only on paper.

All had fallen into place.


Detail - Foley Beach - Private collection
Detail – Foley Beach – Private collection

We don’t get to pick our biological sisters – but I sure got lucky with mine. She’s a sister and best friend all rolled into one. Keeping me grounded and encouraging my craziness, with enough honestly to tell me when I’m really off the grid. She can handle a good cry and a good vent, knowing it’ll all result in laughter a couple days later.

But there are other sisters in our lives. Met through work, and influences outside of our family. I used to believe we selected them. Now I believe they’re chosen for us, for what we need at that moment. Some staying for short periods, others twining through the years, steady or returning occassionally as if they’d never left.

Equestrian sisters have mingled through my love of horses. Work mates became sister mates long after the jobs were over. Art sisters who inspire our creativity and connect through the marks we make on our paper, and the conversations we share.

Chosen sisters versus biological sisters. Important and appreciated as much as that woman with whom I’ve shared my entire life.

Today while watching an art sister cry through her grief, my heart broke. Making me realize we’re all family…..even if not physically related by blood.