I recently completed this painting, titled “Acceptance” (32″x32″) and couldn’t have chosen a more appropriate time to introduce it.  I had actually sketched it out and then got sidetracked with another series, leaving it to wait.  When I finally put it back on the easel it made me kind of emotional.  I don’t know about anyone else, but I am pretty hard on myself when it comes to working and constantly maintaining some sort of forward momentum.  This painting reminds me to accept that nothing goes perfectly and that it’s OK.  The days I think I’ll get a lot done in the studio are the days my sons need me most, the weeks slip by without posting new work to this site, and half of every list I write seems to go unfinished but I keep going and accept that it will all work out in the end!

“Cared For”

Cared For, 24x36", Oil on Canvas

“Cared For” is one of the last paintings I completed in 2012.  I can clearly remember the moment, while helping my son wash his hands, that I felt inspired to paint this simple task.  I cannot even begin to count the number of times I’ve helped my sons wash their hands over the last eleven years.  Come to think of it, many of the things that have filled my days over the past decade have been seemingly small and simple tasks.  These moments are easy to overlook but added up over the years become something more.  They are something learned, something shared.  Now that I’m at the point where no one really needs me to help them do things like wash their hands, I can see how all this time added together has resulted in something greater.  We are at a point of transition now.  This shift intrigues me as an artist but sometimes scares me as a person.  My boys are becoming more independant and instead of fighting the tide, I too need to grow and change.  It takes patience and small steps, not every day can be epic, but after a while our effort can get us to a place we never thought we would reach.


Ferocious, 36x28", Oil on Canvas

“Ferocious” is another painting whose title has two meanings. The first refers to my son at this age, his love for these scary, carnivorous dinosaurs and his desire to be tough and ferocious despite still being a snuggly little boy. Secondly, I was overwhelmed by the ferocity of my love for him. It was a love whose intensity I didn’t expect before I was a mother.

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