I'm such a tactile person. I have to touch things to capture their essence. No article of clothing is safe on its rack...if it looks like it might be fun to run my fingers across, that's what I'm going to do. It's how I know whether to love or loath something. If it is soft and luxurious, then I'm in love. Conversely, if it feels like a pair of polyester pants that schoolmarms wore in the 70's, then my natural reaction is to shudder.

This brings me to my paintings. It's all about texture.

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Meet Serenity. She's the first of a series of 'Women and Words'...

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I love it when my creative bug bites, digs its colourful teeth right in, leaving its mark on every blank canvas it comes across! This time, the little critter conjured up a mermaid tail and a benevolent blue bird.

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Some beginnings are also endings. The end of one wave ebbs into another, creating the circle of life. This textured piece is called 'Beginnings'. Both tiny canvases are 4x4 inches in gallery wrapped canvas.

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Time has a nasty habit of slipping by without sound, sight, or notice. Why, just yesterday I was peering out the window at snowflakes as they fluttered gracefully to the ground. I glanced out this morning to find that my peonies had grown buds, blossomed, and then fallen to their fragrant death on my lawn...all without so much as a whisper in my ear to alert me to the magic taking place in my own backyard.

As I said, time has a nasty habit of slipping by...

...especially when your mind is abloom with ideas, and creations inspired by Mother Nature herself.

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