I am an artist just finding my voice. I do photography, photo manipulation, and mixed media. My art is a story, an opinion or an emotion.
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My photography has changed since I started taking pictures of my grandchildren nearly 20 years ago. |
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These images are created from photographs that have been combined and/or manipulated in the computer. They are my 'artistic' view of reality.
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 | | These images are built in the computer using a variety of sources, photographs, paintings, anything that will fit in my scanner. Add to that a large dose of imagination and it becomes digital collage.
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 | | They are a part of me...how I see the world...my muses...
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 | | These are my Indigo Children...just for fun...let me know how you like them...
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| I grew up in a house where art was not encouraged so when a first grade painting only won fourth place at the county fair and I was told I lost I did what any thwarted artistic child would do. I designed clothes for my dolls, built a doll house and furniture out of cardboard boxes and construction paper and collaged a wall in my bedroom with gum wrappers. Age brought new challenges and new art forms including poetry, photography and digital art. When I retired all the pieces came together.
My work is a mixture of photographs, imagination, and junk. Sometimes a piece starts with my camera, sometimes with something I find at a junk store or yard sale. Other times it starts with a new technique or just the thought 'what if'. I first work my ideas out on the computer using photographs and scanned objects. Some of the images I work out are used with tiles boxes and other found objects becoming 3 dimensional pieces. Some I print out to be matted and framed using recycled frames that I refurbish making... |
| SECOND CHANCES
As I watched snow fall outside my window in the middle of April it occurred to me that spring may have forgotten to stop in Washington this year. Our roof had developed a leak earlier in the month putting on hold (again) the not quite finished remodeling. | | WAITING
Sometimes I feel like I spend half my life waiting: waiting in line at the grocery store, waiting at the Dentist's office or waiting for someone or something to arrive. When we moved into this house nearly 20 years ago our plan was to remodel it the way we wanted it and retire here. I'm still waiting for the remodeling to be finished and suddenly retirement is only a year and a half away. | | FULLNESS
Although, like most people, I have good days and bad, on the whole I am a glass half full kind of person. So while I was searching for a word to focus on for this year I began to wonder...why do I see the glass only half full? What happens to the empty space in the other half? Is that the space that gets filled with clutter and junk and empty feelings like fear and doubt, judgment and criticism, discontent and depression? Is that the half that keeps me stuck, the half that keeps me from really... | | COMPUTER WITHDRAWEL
My computer crashed in April. Fortunately I replaced the back up drive when the dog knocked it off of the desk and broke it in March so I didn't lose anything. But my computer guy said it was my processor, not my hard drive that crashed and it was time to update. | | Count Down Melt Down
I have a good life but sometimes I need to be reminded to appreciate it. This year we’ve been remodeling and since hubby and I were both sick on and off through January and February things got off schedule.
Then March arrives and I get a summons for jury duty. |
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