Art Gallery Planning It is early fall and I have already planned my vacation for February of 2022.  As soon as I purchased the ticket, my vacation began. I began purchasing new clothes, dieting, exercising (very limited) with the goal of making my vacation as enjoyable as possible.  Anticipating a vacation in the winter provides a goal helping me endure the long, cold winter months.  I relate planning a vacation to preparation for finding the fun at an Art Gallery, because once you have decided to make the trip, the antipation will provide an opportunity to escape the routine of daily life.  You may look up the gallery show and artists on their websites, check out gallery hours, invite people to join you or set aside time just for yourself.  Your Art Gallery experience begins when you decide to make the journey. Pre-Flight Preparation Before you get in your car to go to the Art Gallery you may want to take a moment to think about what you would like to get out the experience.  What does “Finding the Fun”  look like for you. I have listed some ideas to help with your preparation: Open Your Mind: You are venturing

Where is the fun? Are you a person that thinks “Finding the Fun at an Art Gallery” is an Oxymoron?  Would you rather scrape paint off of siding rather than spend an hour in an art muesum?  I completely understand because I would not want to give up my comfortable seat in front of my favorite TV show to venture into an art galleries unless I had my own watercolor paintings hanging on the wall.  As much as I love to see the variety of artwork, I feel intimidated  by the gaze of a gallery attendent who knows I probably could not purchase anything other than a note card.   Why Try? I feel bad that I am reluctant to go to galleries because as an artist, I am more interested in showing my watercolor paintings than selling them.  I don’t make art to be hidden away, I make art to unleash childlike wonder, stimulate curiousity, trigger a memory or spark joy in the Beholder.  So how do I convince you that visiting an art gallery is worth moving past your fears and finding the fun. Cheap source of entertainment: Generally art galleries are free.  You can see thousands of dollars

Ask More Questions I had finished some pretty intense, detailed paintings and I had not figured out what my next project should be and mentioned this to a friend.  She spends her winters in Hawaii and thought she might like a couple of new paintings for her house.  I asked her what she would like and she said a whale and an octopus.  Excellent, I have done a whale before and I like octopuses, so I agreed.  I proceeded as if I knew what I was doing and painted the sperm whale painting (above).  I was pretty happy with it, the whale appears to be coming out of the dark ocean background and sunlight ripples over it’s back.   Failure to Launch I sent her a photo of the painting and she liked it well enough, but she wanted a humpback whale with a baby whale.  One more question would have been useful to have determined the kind of whale she liked.  I did proceed to create a sperm whale and baby painting, that I believe she loves.  If anyone is interested in this Sperm Whale painting let me know and we can make a deal. Beholders Don’t Always Know What

      “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”      George Bernard Shaw What does Childlike Wonder Look Like It was a beautiful cool Saturday and I was sitting near my art booth when two small boys (5 and 7) came running over to see myTiny Wonders original watercolors.  I had one painting of a vintage red race car and the older boy just had to pick it up and look it over very carefully.  The younger child quickly checked out all the other paintings and was squealing with delight.  I could not have been more pleased.  It was refreshing to see how my paintings brought out so much joy in these young people. Where Did Our Wonder Go A little later there was a young man, perhaps around 26 who also came over to the admire the Tiny Wonders.  He looked at all the paintings quite intently and after awhile I said hello and made a comment on the weather.  I explained all paintings were originals and he confessed his admiration for my work.  You could see delight in his eyes but no squealing like the young boys.  He

A couple of months ago my son jokingly sent me a message with a photo of his work space.  It was just full of stuff,  some in-process work, tools, along with some adult beverages.  I laughed when I saw the photo, knowing that my son is extremely inventive, but tends to have too many projects at varying stages of completion.  When I saw the photo, I thought the workbench was a visual interpretation of the many synapses firing in his brain.  Too many to control requiring the need of some fluid refreshments to slow down the impulses.  It was a crazy photo, but after a while I thought wow, wouldn’t that make a great painting. This started me down the path of a new series I am calling Creative Workbenches.  It will be an intimate look at a variety of work spaces from a diverse group of creative sources.  I have enlisted the help of a jeweler who fixes watches and clock and a fly fisherman who ties his own flies.  I hope to recruit additional artisans over time.   One thing I am learning about creative work spaces is how intimate this project is becoming.  How a person lays out

Tuesday morning, April 9th, I saw an Instagram video of Wingra dam jumping muskies, muskellunge, starting to jump the Wingra Lake dam in Madison, WI.   I am 60+ years old and have lived in the Madison area all my life and never knew about this interesting phenomenon until last year when I saw a You Tube video,  Wingra Jumping Muskies.  I was pretty excited when I learned that the Muskies where starting their annual jumping and wanted to go see them. I told my husband that he should go check it out with his son when they went into Madison to work that morning, but Dave thought he could wait.  I said, not waiting, today was the day, it was was 60 degrees F and the next day it was suppose to be below freezing and snowing.  I explained to him that my father was the type of guy that knew when there was something special going on and work could wait.  I told him that when I was a kid, about every other year the DNR would “shock” the Mt. Vernon Creek to check on the health of the trout and throw out the suckers.  When dad heard they