Monday, July 16, 2012


The artist's reception for my exhibition of paintings was a wonderful experience. I felt so
-- well, so-- maybe "loved" is the word. I was amazed at the number of people who showed up and so encouraged by it all. (A couple of paintings actually sold!)
We rented a truck and brought in my big panel screens for the reception and thenbrought them back the next day because they could get damaged during the month since the show is in a country club with lots of activity.  The large oil painting here of horses charging is about life charging at us -- it's surreal in a way, yet not. I wanted to paint my purple horse which I wrote about in my book, "Angels in Our Lives," and this is how it turned out.
It's an amaing world we live in with all its colors and movement, brightness, and surprises-- I'm grateful every day. Like falling in love for the first time over and over again.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

A Solo Exhibition

Getting ready for my solo art exhibition's reception this coming Saturday. I wish I didn't always wait
to the last minute to do things because I'm just now getting invitations out, canyoubelieveit. (I wish my
mom were here. She'd show up for sure. haha) Anyhow, it's an exhibition of about ten or 12 paintings with some of my panels and screens and the reception will be lovely. You're invited, of course.  Here are the details:  When:  Saturday, July 14
             Time:   4:00 - 6:00 PM
              Where:  El Camino Country Club
                           3202 Vista Way, Oceanside, CA  92056

I'm a writer and so painting for me is a deep passion that extends into a place of wordlessness, which I find intoxicating and wondrous. I've never actively tried to sell my art but I've shown paintings in galleries and  restaurants and even on TV, and of course, I've illustrated many books --  but I make my living as a writer
and so painting has been somewhat of a private love affair.  Something I turn to on a daily basis that expresses another side of the writer person. I think back on the happy days in art school when we'd have shows in abandoned houses and barns and do poetry readings on bookstore patios --