“hold me closer, tiny dancer…”

via “hold me closer, tiny dancer…” This is my daughter. She used to let me play dress up with me. Alas she is 16 & far too busy to let me take more. soon though…she give in.

a memoir of the zit queen (or my cure for zits)

my brothers called me that. Zit Queen…it wasn’t as though my face looked worse than anyone else’s my age, it was that i beat them both into puberty. However, nicknames stick. My twin brother gave me a great nickname…Aimbrain. How could i be offended by that? I was smarter than he was. Although he would…

last night changed everything.

  i’ve tried, countless times, to explain what it is like to be a mom to my teenager daughters. i try to tell them what it feels like when they walk out the front door. i tell them they are taking a part of my heart with them when they walk out that door. nothing…

i share my balcony with the cats

i lost my garden when i moved out of the house. this shelf contains many of the things i kept in my art studio. there is a brown bear, a glow-in-the-dark alien, a yellow bird, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, a wild thing, spiderman birdhouse, star of David-can you see them? and tons of white rabbits…

water bonds with itself

perfectly captured on my Hosta (well it was mine, but i’ve moved on, quite happily) me & water made the painting above

attempting to climb Sir Isaac’s shoulders

sounds pretty arrogant…but there is something we have, that Sir Isaac Newton did not & that is the camera. The camera sees life in a way we do not. we get our photographs back, or uploaded on our computer screen, BUT they don’t look like what we saw, when we took them. in order for…

fail proof abstract painting

i packed my oil pastels for the move, so we had to use crayons instead. Oil pastel’s base is oil, wax is the base of crayons. both refuse to accept water. the old oil & water don’t mix is proven in this wonderful fun art project. i begin the class with showing the children a…

love the falling focus

life seen in a different ways has always interested me…no, that isn’t correct, it has always pulled at me. the catalyst was my father’s words, “Amy, because you are blind in one eye, you do not see like everyone else” my father will be the first to say, i seldom back down from a challenge….

how i found you…stunning

the first images are the orchids they way i found them. then i started to play. can you blame me? i didn’t think so. sigh. i love this last one, with the disco light painting my walls with polkadots. ~amy

double, double, toil & no trouble at all

Weather is something we all talk about. small talk? the mundane? i don’t think so. Winter is here, which means that the heat sucks the moisture out of my body, making me grow scales & when i look at my hands…they look like witches hands. Old & scaly. or a lizard’s tail. but on my…

there is no such thing as Domestic Violence.

Did the title get your attention? I hope so, i hope it felt like a punch to the gut to women & men who have been abused. The title is to catch attention of mothers, daughters, sisters, friends…we all have women in our lives, but we don’t know what goes on behind closed doors, but…

Follow the Path

Have you ever experienced a time in your life that had too many coincidences to ignore? lately, i’d say within the last month, it has happened to me, again. Sherlock Season 3, episode 2 ‘Sign of Three’ Mycroft Holmes, “Oh, Sherlock, what do we say about coincidence?” Sherlock,”…Universe is rarely so lazy” i will try…