This was the first dollhouse commission where I was given a photo of a house to replicate. The photo showed only the front of the house and I had to use creative license for the interior and back of the house. I decided that I would go with a greatly simplified interior and over time […]
In late summer the pinks begin to lean toward oranges and rusty reds. The sun sets behind you, setting the leaves alight and turning bits of distant sunlit grass into gold in the last fleeting moments of daylight. This painting is in a private collection.
This proper fellow speaks to my feelings of disconnectedness during cancer treatments, a time in my life I describe as “living in robot mode.” I was an automaton; given instructions, I could follow them; told the time and location of an appointment, I could get there. Thinking outside of those parameters was scary. If I thought about planning the next week, I would also think about the possibility of not surviving it. I am fortunate to have a family and circumstances that allowed me this great luxury of mindlessness. The mindlessness was both curiously flat, and yet almost painfully brightly colored.
This was the first of the dollhouses I made in my adult career. During the holiday season, I was blessed to receive many gifts, often in pretty packaging and boxes. One lamp came in a smooth flat black box, with a raised shiny “imprint” of the lamp, and the phrases “Good Morning” and “Good Night.” That box inspired the roof and dormer of what would become “Good Morning Cottage.”
The big little dollhouse barn was started in the spring of 2019 and is a personal obsession that may never be completed. This barn features a stable with a removable divider wall allowing space for one or two horses, depending on size and temperament. Above the stable is a stylish studio apartment featuring huge windows […]
Buddy Lee was Tristan’s brother, and has now gone to the Rainbow Bridge. This painting is in a private collection.
This painting is an expression of a feeling of weirdness and isolation while undergoing treatment for cancer. It is in a private collection.
This handsome guy’s mom commissioned this portrait as a gift for her husband. At the end of a long day, after his dad gets comfy in his favorite chair, Winston loves to say hi, and possibly get his ears scratched.
This scrappy guy, Tristan, was my second commissioned pet portrait. Painting dogs with dark fur can be difficult, but the bright lighting helped to bring out the highlights, lowlights, and a bit of the silliness hidden in his stern ears and attentive stance.
This expressive and colorful pup is Edgar. Like so many pugs, his face is both stern and goofy all at once. He is looking for his forever home, and is framed and ready to hang.