They covered the white surface with pink scribbles and green curlicues. One appears to have used purple with a vengeance that would hold ground even against Van Gogh’s characteristically thick brush stokes.
This past week I traveled 1,392 miles from Iowa to Iowa. Nope, that’s not a typo. Last Wednesday I boarded a plane in Des Moines, IA and flew to Iowa Ave., a palm tree lined street in Riverside CA where my sister and her husband now reside.
I used to think a blank page, waiting for the first typed word or pencil scrawl was intimidating. And it is. But even more so are the blank walls of an open studio space.
It’s fortunate that my friend Emma and I had a second engagement on Saturday night following our pilgrimage to Indianola to satisfy our mutual ice cream cravings. Without it, I would have had a much harder time deciding which two of the 24 flavors of ice cream available in the frosted case before me would satisfy my taste buds.
This past Tuesday afternoon I spent one shining hour basking in the glow of newfound celebrity status. My audience, though small in stature was by no means short on enthusiasm.
As an avid market-goer, it’s hardly surprising that I found myself at the Downtown Farmers’ Market this past Saturday. What was surprising though, was that fact that I arrived not amid the usual 10 am hustle, but well before all the vendors had even set up their tents. That’s because for the first time ever, I could count myself among them.
Only at a SCBWI conference is it normal to play a game of Exquisite Corpse while waiting for your order at Maggiano’s Little Italy.
When I awoke Saturday morning this past weekend, I struggled to remind myself that I am now a published illustrator. Part of my disbelief was due to the fact that I did not (and at the time I am writing this) still do not have a physical copy of the book yet myself.
I managed to squeeze in one more watercolor workshop before Valentine’s Day this month!
After months of discussion about a collaboration with local design studio, Ephemera and resident calligrapher, Sara Perez of Pink Letter Day we finally met on an unseasonably warm February afternoon to share a love of our craft.
It goes without saying that 2018 was a year of great change for me.
This holiday season I spent a chilly afternoon displaying my work at a pop-up shop inside Ephemera, the East Village destination for custom cards and stationary. While customers came by seeking last minute stocking stuffers, they were able to browse my growing collection of Christmas cards and prints.
With Burl Ives and Frank Sinatra on the radio, it was a delightful way to spend a Saturday and spread holiday cheer in Des Moines!
I could not have asked for a better day to join the myriad of artists selling their work at the third annual Art on the Lake this past September.
I arrived at the (as of now) largest art show I have participated in to see mist covering the lake at Copper Creek Park and dew still covering the ground. Of the 100+ artists in participance, media ranged from acrylic to clay, photography to glass.
All in all, it was the perfect way to end a successful second season of outdoor art fairs!
I quit my job. This past Friday, after the obligatory two weeks following my resignation, I wiped my computer clean of all traces of myself, gathered my last possessions, and walked out the door. It felt exhilarating.
This past weekend I was excited to count myself among the more seasoned vendors at the new Ember Market In Des Moines.
I am excited to announce that I am now partnering with Ephemera stationary studio to sell cards and prints!
There's a good reason I often paint and draw flowers. It's a way to make two of my passions, art and nature meet!
It would be an exaggeration to say that I look forward to Des Moines’ Art Week more than I do the days leading up to Christmas, but it certainly comes in a close second.