It Runs In The Family, My Niece

I love art. I dream art. I smile art. I am art.

I am an artist, a painter, a designer.

I work with anything and everything.

I create.

I design.

I live art.

I am an handywoman.

Handpainted sneaker. One and only creation.

Original.

It is my niece.

Created and designed.

And The Way It Was…

My artistic side was in display last weekend among many other artists. Yes, they are all painted on white fabric, the medium I use.

Hand painted decorative pillows on white fabric and adorned with silk.

I love it when my work peeks anyone’s interest. It is a mix of paint, embroidery, fabric.. it is not quilt but tapestries.

They wanted to know if it was hand painted or I used something else because of the precise lines. It takes practice. Practice, practice, practice…

Other Artists

And I am moving on up to the East Side… Nope, I am not the Jefferson’s. It is the in and outs of readying for an event.

My schizophrenic work table. Yes, I am even surprised I am able to find a thing or got anything done but this is my “normal”.