Soon you can really see my work properly, on my new beaverislandarts shop on the arts and crafts website, etsy.com/shop/beaverislandarts. My shop is divided into sections, so you can just look at cards or posters or paintings. You can use a shopping card and payment by check, credit card, or PayPal.
It was Ray Cole’s idea to auction me off to do a painting of somebody’s vacation home—or the view from it—to raise money for the Beaver Island Health Center. He and Nina had commissioned me to do two paintings—one of the Beaver Island Lodge and another showing the View from the Beaver Island Lodge. The paintings came out well, so we thought we’d see if anyone else would be interested.
Yes I am, thanks to early detection (I found the lump myself), an excellent surgeon who left me intact, the usual course of radiation, and a changed lifestyle. Because the usual post-op treatment Arimidex) froze up my joints, I have ignored Big Pharma (saving over $200 a month) and opted instead for a healthy diet (mostly vegetarian) and exercise. Today, four years later, I feel better than ever and find myself living every day as fully as I can, and thankful thankful thankful. So I am celebrating life, creativity, adventure, friends, and new opportunities.
The season is upon us and I am doing my 7th Annual Open House on Saturday and Sunday, November 22-23 (Noon to 5 p.m. each day) at my Bay City, Michigan, studio. If those times or dates don’t work for you, just call for an appointment. To email me or call for directions or appointment, click on the CONTACT US button above.
Ive never run out of ideas for my health blog—right now about six of them are waiting for attention—but I’ve tired of thinking about breast cancer so much of the time. It’s been two years since my treatment and I’m feeling like myself again. My prognosis is great, my checkups all good news.
I spent a total of three weeks at the Beaver Island Lodge in the summer of 2006, a real treat. I always loved that place, which displays my two Lake Effects posters, beautifully framed, in the lobby. When I lived on the island and ran my Beaver Island Arts gallery there, I used to set up my paints outside on one of the round tables on the patio, or at a window in the bar during inclement weather. The Lodge affords one of my favorite views on the island, along with that of Paradise Bay and the Whiskey Point Lighthouse, which I could see from my own window.
I didn’t visit Beaver Island last year, the first time in fourteen years that I hadn’t been there for at least the month of July, so this trip was a special treat. My house, which I sold two years ago, i found had been razed and replaced by a huge two-storey job with several livingrooms and as many bathrooms.
I did the first layer in acrylic, but it was harsh and I didn’t like it. The light was good–lots of contrast–but it looked like paint-by-numbers, and although the composition was pretty good, the sky and bottom of the painting felt empty. I added clouds and moving water. Still boring. So I did a layer over the whole thing with pastels, and then, after some useful criticism from the subject, who is himself an artist, I did a final layer in oil pastel (kind of fancy name for expensive crayons). The result has depth and movement that I really like, and while I used a lot of bright color, the skin tones look perfect from across the room.
The paper is too thin for watercolor, but I love these brief little paintings. This is just how I remember the harbor outside my Beaver Island house. A road wraps around the entire town part of the harbor, a good twenty-minute walk. Everything–grocery store, post office, bar, restaurant, deli, hardware–has this million-dollar view. I like living within reach of three airports and easy access to almost anywhere, but I miss this remote peace.