Her mind is Tiffany twisted. - The Eagles, Hotel California

I couldn't resist pairing this painting with that quote from the Eagles.  I am back from vacation ready to tackle a few more commissions.  I am also creating a body of work that will be available exclusively through a new gallery in South Carolina due to open sometime in October.  I'll keep you posted about that when the time comes.  I love the fall.  Thank you for stopping by.  Catherine

This painting has sold.

Lady Elaine-Original Painting

I've been trying to clean up my computer which has multiple copies of paintings and prints, and lots of things that just slow it way down.  In the process,  I came across this painting from a few years back that I had forgotten about.  I named it after a woman I use to work with at least 20 years ago at an upscale clothing store.  She had a fantastic sense of style and a wonderful sense of humor. I couldn't wait to see what she was wearing each day.   She made a huge impression on me then.  I referred to her as  "Lady Elaine."

Critics Inside My Head~New Original painting

This is my newest painting.  I've had this idea for a while and finally had the chance to execute.  She's sort of a Snow White or a Rose Red maybe.  This painting is 14x11 painted on stretched canvas.  Thanks for looking. 

Seeking Susan

My mother, Susan,  is turning 84 this week.    This is a painting I did of her a while back.  Lately,  I have been watching her slow way down and it makes me sad. This is woman who raised six girls and one boy. Yesterday  I brought her to the RMV to renew her license, since she still insists on having a license and her car available, even though she cannot drive.  Waiting at the RMV with her I couldn't help  but think about a few years back when  we were in Sicily and how the elderly were revered there.  How nice that was to see.  In contrasted at the RMV, we had to stand for quite a while before someone offered up their seat to her. 

Every time I see an elderly person struggling  to get somewhere in the market or at the post office,   I imagine who they use to be.  I can understand some of their  bitterness.  My mother is very fortunate to have six daughters pretty much at her service.  Three  of us are local and the other four are not too far away. We are her assisted living I suppose.  We bring her meals, take her shopping, to dinner, and to Mass of course.  I am grateful for our numbers so that these tasks are not left on one sibling's shoulders.  I know there are many people, out there doing the same and a lot more for their aging parents.  This is a strange time of my  life.

~ Martha On The Vineyard~

 Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?