I am loving painting him. With all of my heart. When I truly fall in love with a piece it manifests on the canvas. I’ve been on a roll with my writing as well. Not only am I writing my memoir, (which is in conjunction with my Fire Series) I also started a fiction novel, and a children’s book.
Varnishing one of my girls
Varnish. Then off to her new home. She’s one of my favorites
Finalized #4 of WRECKED and using the same heated transparent tones added into the big figurative “Rebirth”. The sun WAS about then disappeared again 😫
Chartreuse highlights, magenta and bright pink highs/lows on the 60x48 #5 of •WRECKED• #art #koifish #koi #koifishart #painting #brushwork #modernart #france #contemporaryart #gallery #artstudio #losangeles #belgium #madrid #newyork #london #interiordesign #decor #artcollector
Sketching in Sahara with paint/charcoal. When I was little my parents were all set to buy a retired Race Horse named Sahara Shizad. We had a coral for her. She wasn’t white but I’m going to paint her white. They didn’t end up buying her. I was so sad. I always wondered where she went, if she was still alive. I would have taken such good care of her. The corralmay be burned downthis past summer. But I can sure paint my memories •WRECKED• series
Started a big New one 4ftx5ft. I’m going to add in geometric elements to this one as well as some neon. Her face is raw, no detail. Look closely there’s more than a woman’s face. This one is going to be a bit of a story
Kicking it up
Decided to start adding in some street art elements, because I looooove them. I’ll add more transparent neon later. Her hand and face need more work...but my hand needs a break. #streetart #fashionar
Fire Series #5
Started painting the new 48x36 of my Fire Series. Working on her hand, flames and eyes today. Dm me for paint mixing
Fire Series #5
Started painting the new 48x36 of my Fire Series. Working on her hand, flames and eyes today. Dm me for paint mixing
quick start to #5 of the Fire Series, 48x36 Pic one is the sketch and I set it with white paint since I used vine charcoal which dusts of easily. Just the start, this one is going to be slight eerie-she’ll be holding fire with a constant look on her face. I’m going to do realistic detail to her hand. I’ve had a plan on this one and the next-which I just picked up a BIG 60x48 canvas today for the next. I’m really excited about this one #
Stuck her in front of my treadmill to figure out the next step. I’m tempted to leave her as is. I love the rawness and subtle muscle. It’s extremely tricky To know WHEN to stop as an artist. I’ve ruined pieces before. My best advice to my daughters and budding artists is put it somewhere you can contemplate and think about it. Natural light is best. Sometimes it can be months before it hits you. Work on other ones while you wait the “click”. #ballerina #ballet #tutu #painting #figurepainting #figuredrawing #femaleform #art #interiordesign #losangeles #newyork #gallery#femaleartist #dancer
I know I keep posting the progress on this. Here’s some alternativeprospective shots showing depth/detail #abstractart #abstractpainting #figurativeart #portrait #art #painting #artistsoninstagram #california #femaleartist #losangeles #newyork #brushwork #surrealism #arts #artgallery #gallery #forestfires #series #interiordesign #modernart #contemporaryart
Thought the best thing for me was to battle this for the new year. It’s the fireplace from my childhood home that burnt down. We lost all three homes in that fire. Painting this was hard for me. I hit so many emotions. Multiple layers of paint including some flames with were muted later. In the end I feel ready. Ready to let go of my past, but keep it close as it should. My short story is posted with this on my blog/website. If you’re going through grief or rough patches I would love to help you. God saved me. He gave me art as a life raft. Without Him and without it I would be lost. Like I said shoot me and email or DM if you need some encouragement or just an ear or guidance into painting! Happy New Year friends.
After the pics is my short back story:
Sometimes I still feel the loss in the pit of my stomach. Like I was punched. There’s no more going back, or visiting the walls of my childhood. The tangible evidence that served as my adolescent sanctuary is gone for good. It’s so hard to wrap my head around. I visit my house, my old life in my dreams. Touching the walls, walking through it’s long halls. I like to think of my house as alive. Like it’s trapped in the Upside Down as my brother in law said. Like it’s waiting for me and my siblings in another place. Waiting for us to come home.
When I was a young 18, married a Marine who was my brother’s friend in Boot Camp at USMC, San Diego. We married in the little church next to my father’s house in Old Shasta. Amazingly the church survived the Carr Fire. The firefighters used the water from my father’s pool to save the church. I’m happy they did. Even though that marriage was doomed and didn’t endure, I still like the feeling that something from my past still stands.
I’m going to give a brief summation on our father without defaming his name. I don’t want to do that. We we’re raised by both our mom and dad. Our dad worked as a respiratory therapist at Redding Medical and Redbluff Hospitals. He was barely at home. When he was he was at arms length, distant, and often played mind games. I didn’t realize what a “real” father was supposed to be like until my second husband Dean filled his role remarkably with our four daughters.
So back to when I was 18. My husband and I moved down to San Clemente because he was stationed at Pendleton. Then I h
My ex husband and I came home to visit after visiting his home in Denver. I was so homesick on that trip. My sister had given birth to my second niece Danika, and I missed it. I felt such longing to retrieve my hometown, my friends, just to hike in the hilly woods behind my house. It was nighttime When we drove over the mountains from Reno and as we came over the mountain and saw Redding’s lights shining like a beacon of hope, my heart sunk. Could I go back? I felt like it was all right there in front of me, but I couldn’t go back. That single memory will live with me forever.
I had to come stay with my parents during my first year of marriage to my ex because he went on a six month deployment overseas. I didn’t know that going back home would make me feel so displaced. Like I was in limbo. My dad and I had an altercation during this time over his same mind games. For the first time I stood up to him. I had realized after being away how abusive he was. My mom has to step between us as my dad came at me with fury in his eyes. Later that night my mom came to my room and said she was finally ready to leave him. All her kids were grown and she couldn’t live like this anymore. So, we packed up a small uhaul and I helped her leave my dad. She left him without telling him. I left a note for him. My mom moved in with me in San Clemente whole my ex was overseas. I kept in contact with my dad until the following year. He came down but I never felt comfortable, and he was still controlling. I talked to my sister and I decided to cut ties with my father. My brother and sister did one a year later and the other followed after many altercations.
Speeding forward, my family confronted me about my marriage to my first was abusive. I had married someone like my father. With help from my mom I loved away to Seal Beach to be near my mom and her new husband.
My sister wanted me to move back to Redding, but how could I go? I had a failed marriage. I missed my home, my house. Our father stilled lives there. With his new family. He married a woman just a few years older than my sister. She had kids. I tried not to have resentment because we all cut ties. We left. But I did.
When the fire started I kept in constant contact with my sister about where it was. I remember it being in French Gulch. I expressed to my sis what if it comes to Old Shasta? No one thought it would. My sweet Old Shasta. I adored growing up there. Walking to J’s Market to buy Jolly Rancher Sticks with my brother. Playing “army” with my over zealous brother near the cemetery about Shasta Elementary. Picking berries for pancakes along Middle Creek for Saturday morning pancakes. Hanging out stockings on the fireplace while laying under the Christmas tree. That fireplace was my favorite place.
My brother in law is a Shasta County Sheriff. He sent me and my sis photos of the structure after the fire. What will always haunt me is seeing the fireplace still there standing among the rubble. Like it was saying “I’m still here”. When my family and I came up on Thanksgiving my sister and brother in law took us to see the properties. Well we went to see all three houses we lived in that all three burned down. The last one was the one we lived in the longest. All of the rubble had been cleared. It looked son different from what I remembered. We took a fireplace brick. I look at it everyday.
I decided to paint a new expressionist figurative series that displays embodiment with fire in the background. With the fire I feel like I can let go now. I can move on from my past. It also brought me home. I rarely visited up there anymore, but after the fire hit; there’s a longing I cannot shake. I plan to visit Redding often. It’s in my blood.
My new Art pieces are under review from New York, LA, London, and Santa Monica. I’m hoping I can bring some light to my sweet town. I know it’s not really a “town” but a city now. I like to think of it as a town. It’s more dear to me.
So this is my short story of my love for my town rekindled. Reborn from the ashes.
My camera phone is having trouble catching the heated tones on this. Almost finished with 1st in my Fire series
Three sketches for my daughter’s three amazing friends for Christmas. I’ve known these three since kindergarten. (Sophomores now). It was my first go at sketching a skull, Riley likes skulls 💀Merry Christmas you guys! @reese__walker @jacobower Aimee & Riley
I did a quick sketch lesson for a client who picked up a commissioned geometric illustration.
Don’t mind my phone shadow. Working on a commission sketch #geometricart #lineart #waves #illustration #drawing #circleart #paintpen #charcoal #art #artistsoninstagram #losangeles
Shades of Water exhibition
The two pieces will be at the Mezz Gallery in the Montalban Theater in Hollywood from 11/16-1/31. I will be at the opening reception for the group show Friday the 16th 6pm
“Last Man” 40x30, acrylic $3200
“Impermanent” 48x48, acrylic heavy texture cherry blossom $3800
Artist Feature March 3rd
Join me as my work envolved North Gallery at Expo Arts Center. Entire Geisha Series as well as two surfboards and art prints available for purchase. 6-10pm
Below is a Fire Wire board I am currently working on and will have finished and up for purchase.
All credit cards and cash accepted
Fonogenic Recording Studio
I'm back at Fonogenic Recording Studio showing three of my pieces.
