Back Room Sale 2! Part 2.

bunny 2pitchersmod podsflowerfigsfather daughter
deer 6 bigdeer 5 bigdeer 3deer 2deer 1deer4
bunny 8bunny 7bunny 6bunny 5bunny 4catch the foxes
Fawning PlatefigsDove at the Missionbunny 3bunny 1blue splash pods

Back Room Sale 2!, a set on Flickr.

I’ve put more artwork up in my flickr set. I’ll put a list here, and you can compare the numbers, prices and availability. I’ll also announce some pick up times and dates. Since we all have crazy schedules, sometimes it’s nice to know when and where to you can squeeze it in.
You know you want to take this stuff home.
Here’s a link to the slideshow of pieces. Not all of them are visiable in the above collage. Check it out, hit the info (i) button to see more about each piece.

1. Littles. 3×3 and 2×3. 1-5, 7: $8. 6: $5

2.Paris Diptych: $60 SOLD

3. Deer Plate: $5  7in bamboo plate SOLD

4. unfinished fern 4″x12″ $12 SOLD

5. More littles. 1,2,4: $8  3,5,6: $5

6. Beetle Plate Black 11in $5 SOLD

7. Beetle Plate Black and Pink 11in $5 SOLD

8. Beetle Plate Teal 11in $5 SOLD

9. Rosemal pink and red $10

10. pink bubbles $8

11. grey pods $10

12. Catch the foxes 7in bamboo plate $18 SOLD

13. Red poppies. wood plaque. $10 SOLD

14. Hobby Horse $30

15. Deco Bunny $35

16. Bunny 2 SOLD

17. Bunny 3 SOLD

18. Bunny 4 $8 SOLD

19. Bunny 5 SOLD

20. Bunny 6 SOLD

21. Bunny 7 SOLD

22. Bunny 8 SOLD

23. Deer 6 $5

24. Mod Pods $15

25. Figs SOLD

26. blue splash SOLD

27. pitchers $25

28. rainy street SOLD

29. Deer 5 SOLD

30. father daughter

31. Bunny 1 SOLD

32. Deer 4 SOLD

33. Deer 3 $5 SOLD

34. Deer 2 SOLD

35. Flower $5

36. Beetles 1 SOLD &2 SOLD

37. Deer 1 $5

38. rosemal teal $10

39. Dove at the Mission $50


Back Room Art Sale 2!


Beetle block prints $5 each @ 5″x7″ (black one is SOLD)

Time for another BACK ROOM SALE!! This is a great way to get original art work for pennies! Snatch these lovelies up before they’re gone! The blocks that made these pieces are retired, so these are the only prints left.

Any pieces you’re interested in contact me through the comments, or message me on facebook. If you can pick these up locally in a timely manner than let me know. If you are not local and you see something you like, contact me and send payment with SASE for the piece you want. Make sure you are aware of the measurements when you order, some are on larger pieces of paper than others. If you don’t want it folded, than take that into account.


Bunny 1. linoleum print on watercolor wash. $10 @ 9″x6″ SOLD


Bunny 2. Black linoleum block print on rice paper. 8″x5″ uncentered on 12″x10″ paper SOLD


Bunny 3. $8. Grey linoleum block print. 8″x5″. pretty centered on 12″x8.5″ rice paper. SOLD


Bunny 4.  $8 Grey Linoleum block print on 12″x 7″ rice paper. centered.


Bunny 5. $8. Black linoleum block print on rice paper. 12″x10.5″. centered. edges of the paper are a little beat up. SOLD


Bunny 6. $5. Grey linoleum block print on rice paper. 12″x 10.5″. off center, 2 inches folded on the side. Not quite as clear. SOLD


Bunny 7. $5. Grey linoleum block print on rice paper. 12″x8.5″ Not quite as clear. SOLD


Bunny 8. $8. Dark grey linoleum block print on decorative rice paper. 11″x 12″. pretty centered. SOLD


Deer 1. $5. Purple block print. 9″x6″.


Deer 2. $5. Black linoleum print on brown decorative paper. 8.5″x5″. SOLD


Deer 3. $5. Black linoleum print on watercolor paper. 7.5″x5.5″. centered.


Deer 4. $5. Black linoleum print on watercolor paper. 7″x 5″. SOLD


Deer 5. $ 5. Grey block print on rice paper. 10.5″x12″. edges are rough. SOLD


Deer 6. $5. Grey block print on rice paper. 12″x8″. centered.


Father Daughter. $15. Watercolor on paper. circle. 8″x9″.


Blue Splash Pods. $10. watercolor on paper. 11″x7″. SOLD


Figs. $15. watercolor on paper. 10.5″x7″ SOLD


Flower. $5. 4″x6″ postcard watercolor.


Rainy Street. $8. 10″x7.5″ watercolor SOLD


Mod Pods. $15. watercolor and acrylic on paper. 8″x11″


Pitchers. $25. watercolor on paper. 14″x10″

You can also view these pieces on my flickr account in the BACK ROOM 2 set. Some I have not posted prices yet, so stay tuned!!

Take a deep breath. Press through.

There is never time to blog. There is barely time to sit and reflect. I’ve felt that there is a need to put thoughts down these days. It seems there is more internal activity in my life than external, and although it isn’t fun sometimes, it is necessary for growth and ultimately faith building.With most days just being me and Tessa, we have some quiet moments. Those times are precious, and I don’t long for times to truck her around to a daycare, pre-school, or parents morning out program. Even though I know she’d love it. We have to keep ourselves industrious though, whether it’s cleaning, groceries, or resting, those are all worthy of planned time. Tessa is approaching three years old and boy to I know it. Three is tough, at least it is for me. But it also is incredibly rewarding, her personality is really fun, and she loves being with me, and her siblings. I was concerned she would grow weary of just being with me, but she likes it, she doesn’t have to share. She finally lets me do her hair in a little spring on the top of her head. She loves dresses, and she has been seen wearing tu-tu’s ever so often because-really-who cares. She’s my little friend. She’s different from Eden, not nearly as shy. And I love that she has a whole different social group from her siblings. Tessa has friends that do not call her “Eden’s little sister”, they are in fact glad to refer to our house as “Tessa’s House”. That gives me joy, because it is likely that Tessa will be our last baby, and the fact that she can be a friend with her siblings and have that social group of her own is wonderful. She’s my sweet blonde bird.

The fall is always a bit bittersweet for me. I have missed my kids terribly while they are at school. But when I think about homeschooling, a wave of complexity washes over my brain and I take a deep breath and I sign them up for school the next year. My insides have been upside down this past month. I have felt stress like never before. And none of it is based in reality, I have been fighting the Enemy, he’s trying to paralyze me with irrational fears. God is working on me daily. Showing me that He is near me in the most trivial of ways. He also has gripped my heart over things that I would stand up to with confidence and think, “God is in control, everything will be alright.” Now I feel these prayer requests so deeply. I cry, a grieve, I get down on my knees. I also have felt the joy of those who have had prayers answered. When all those tears in prayer result in a healing, my heart feels more glad than ever. The stress seems to melt away. Also when I sing. And I have missed singing corporately for so long as we have been without a church home. Now that we meet with a small group and we do sing most of the time, I feel the difference physically. My heart is glad, and my fears fade when I sing at the top of my lungs. We had Our Clothesline Art Show a couple weeks ago. We shook things up and did it at a location (St. Elmo Fire Hall) than in someone’s home. This did alleviate some stress in getting the event ready. We made it more simple this time, and we had some new folks. I really enjoyed all the artist’s work, I thought we had a great assortment of things. I do wish we had had more people show up. I am always thankful that people will pay me for the art I make. I know I will be doing it my whole life. I felt more responsibility this time to make sure the other artists made money. Again, I was feeling anxiety and worry. At one point I had to leave because the anxiety had gotten the better of me. I trucked it up the hill and was ready to have a good cry and feel better when I ran into Juden Green. Juden had been going through health issues and had just gotten a good report from the doctor after going through some pretty miserable procedures. He was at the top of the hill giggling at me as I huffed up the hill. I was wanting to ignore anyone and just be angry. But as soon as I saw Juden, I just had to give God the glory. I felt my stress starting to fall away, and I just did what I know how to do: talk to him. I got to see the rest of Juden’s family and I was able to remind myself that anger and fear is not who I am. I was also able to praise God for good reports, and healing. He really is paying attention.I turned 35 last week. Yeah, I did. It isn’t easy to swallow, I realize their are things that I struggle with as far as vanity and I just have to let it go. I have entered a new stage of life in parenting, and as I look into the future I find myself deciding things that don’t seem as hard as they used to. Entering the work force more, not having more kids, maybe. Taking more responsibility to be available for fellowship gatherings, big ideas that my husband has, options for my kids growth beyond the basics, moving away. It’s a new chapter I feel. I love children, but I’m not the one who pines over having another little one. I want to be that person who gives that longing for children and takes it to the classroom. I want to take it to kids church. I want to get to know other people’s kids and call them my friends. I want to give the moms of young ones a place to come where they can relax and fellowship. I want to listen to Joel’s dreams and ideas and take them in, figure out where it fits in my heart and dialogue about it, without freaking out. I want to think of alternatives for my kids education, and also know that if we do the same old thing, they will do just fine. I love them, and we love Jesus, and that’s a pretty good map to follow. And with all this inner turmoil, I have doubts. I mean, I just turned 35 and I still feel 16 most days. Why am I in charge? Why do I have plan ahead? Can I just relax and not care about tomorrow? There is a point where responsibility and worry cross too often. I have reached that point too many times this fall. How I wish 35 could be the year that I find how to overcome more often. I do feel like there are things I am being taught, humility for one. I look forward to each teaching moment, discomfort is better than just waiting. Come Lord, let your Kingdom come.


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Colors make me happy. Colors and new music. I was fed up of not having music for easy access. Good ole CD’s of Sufjan, Mumford and Sons and Lucinda Williams. With my hour and a half this afternoon with a sleeping Tessa and school not out yet, I threw some colors down. I love the blend. I want to have more energy to work more on it, but instead I’ll just blog and include some great images of the progress.

Take me away

All the time at home with sickness and discomfort has given me time to conquer this canvas. I’ve been looking at it trying to decide what else it needs. I will add some more detail to the pathway and touch up the Pilsner Urquell sign with more detail. But I want to use this piece to define what’s going through my mind and heart these days.

There is a reason why our senses are stimulated by an image of an open road winding out in front of us. We want to be there, we want to transport away from our current location. Our little family has been thrown into a transitional place these past 6 months or so. We don’t like it, but we have had to make a choice. Being mature and making choices are hard, especially when you can’t really explain the outcome of your choice very well to your kids. Anyway, I believe this transition has tested us and has brought circumstances into our lives that are difficult. I have had a hard time coping with little things sometimes. But never do I doubt that God is leading us and wanting us to keep moving. Motion, that is what I crave. This painting, is a visual challenge for my heart. I want to dialogue with it. I must find the best words.

Words is what I will explore. Phrases that have universal power, much like the image of a open street. Symbols and expression that will join me with my viewer and we can process the journey together. I have always thought that I do city scenes because people like them and I like being liked. But I do think there is a more important reason. When I started doing these images it was 2005 and I didn’t just represent. I added text and meaning to the image. Images mean something, it’s a powerful communication. I might not be the best friend, or very well read. I stumble over words while I teach and I can’t spell anymore. But I find the communication of images is a language that I speak.

I spent time looking through the latest New American Paintings periodical at B&N last week. I think it was a west coast one. I was underwhelmed. It didn’t communicate. Yet when I looked through a magazine about drawing technique filled with amazing self portraits in pencil I was pulled in. It communicated so well. I was surprised at myself. And I doubted whether it was my age or my lack of coolness. Forget all that, I have a story and an important vision to share.

Even in a grey, transitional time in my life,  the colors I find are mostly close to my heart. The sunshine on Josiah’s hair and the pink in Tessa’s cheek. The rich brown of my coffee and the blue white glow of the morning light as we lie in bed. The orange creaminess of coconut milk as it hits curry powder. I have enjoyed taking tubes of paint out and creating a new destination. Today, with Josiah home from school, I will not be getting groceries or going to Mom’s group. I’ll try and squeeze in some time to jot down phrases that this painting needs to hold. I will communicate and continue to move.