I am currently building a kinetic sculpture out of gorgeous bit and pieces, including these old wooden shoe stretchers, upon which I’m writing. The technical pen I’m using glides like silk over the aged oil paint, making the whole process serene and meditative.
Why can’t every parade be as colorful, fun, outrageous and inclusive as pride parades? I’m looking forward to dancing in the streets alongside my friends from AIDS Vancouver Island.
Anyone who grew up on a farm knows that cows, seemingly placid and docile, can sprint like caffeinated athletes when they’d rather not be herded back to the barn.
The North Saanich Farm Market is the kind of event that makes me extra happy to be an island girl. What’s better than spending a leisurely morning buying the freshest vegetables, baked goods, cheese and (on yeah, baby) beer? Here’s the poster I invented for this weekly gathering.
Does the beginning of spring make anyone else daydream of running through meadows and chasing butterflies? I painted this for the latest issue of Victoria’s “Island Health” magazine.
My naughty girl, painted on a vintage tobacco tin. Moist, tough and full flavoured, indeed.
In fact, I dream of the me that would wear this cute outfit while whipping up a gorgeous meal when really I’m an artist who paints, and cooks, in long johns and a ratty apron.
I am gleefully proud of this l’il gem, which contains fourteen of my best illustrations and is entirely hand painted and hand lettered. $20.00 each, so consider this as a Christmas gift option!
…and better looking, and much less grumpy. This is my most recent contribution to Victoria’s “Island Health” magazine.
Who doesn’t want to cosy up to a door sized painting that includes a wild boar, an Hungarian dancer and many Amanita Muscaria mushrooms? This was painted on doorskin-you can see the wood grain around the edges of the piece.