Lovell Mural Restoration

Up the ladder again this passed summer! I had the unique opportunity of restoring a mural painted in the 50’s. The old Pilsbury barn sits just across the street from the center Lovell post office, in Lovell Maine. The property is beautiful, the gardens are well cared for, and inside the farmhouse is fashioned from the erra, as though time has simply stood still. The mysterious mural was featured in reader’s digest as a prominent Lovell landmark, yet no one quite knows its origin. Nevertheless, It was in great need of a touch up, and I was the human to do it! The main subject matter is right out of a mother goose nursery rhyme. During my days there, I was reminded of my youth…. I spend all of my teenhood running around these woods and swimming in Kezar Lake.

I was honored to make to bring this artwork back to life!






This year I worked on a new and exciting project. I moved to Bellingham Washington for the summer because I thought the giant mountains would inspire my art (they have). When I arrived, I didn’t know how to get involved in the art scene, so I did something I have never done, I wrote an add on craigslist for a mural proposal. I landed a project creating a mural for a wonderful family who wanted a mural that made people think about the world in a deeper way. I think most great wall art should do this! It is an opportunity to create something beautiful and moving at the same time:)! The finished mural is a depiction of two brown hands holding Mt. Baker. I think it’s important to feel connected to the land around you, that way you are more likely to advocate for its preservation. I had never created art this big before. From the materials used to the way you price a mural was all new to me. I have learned a lot, and want to make murals!!



Hands, if you watch them, they tell a more in depth story of an individual's life then words do.  If you close your eyes and visualize your mothers hands, even if she is no longer here, you probably have a perfect image what they look like and feel like.  I can remember exactly what my grandmothers hands were like, while the specific features of her face have become blurred with time.  To me, the hands are the most aesthetically beautiful part of the human body, and I love to include them in my artwork.  Because i need hands modeled in many different positions, I often use my own hands as my subjects.  They are no longer mine when attached to a man sitting under a tree smoking, or are they?

Here are some categories your hands might fall into:

-the nervous nail biter 

-the timid light toucher

-sand paper hands

-the bread kneader

-piano fingers

-knuckle horizon 

-grow into hands 

-ribbon vanes 

-manicured hands

-Powdered glove hand 

-Grandmas hands 

-wedding ring tan line 

-ring stuck hand

-baby hands

-hereditary hands

-hand model hands

-iron deficiency

-wrinkled hands

-deep palm hand lines

-hairy thick hands 

-hairy thin hands

-huuuuuuuuge hands:) 


Well, the list does go on, so if any come to you, please send them my way!

Paper cut-out stencil

Paper cut-out stencil

Art from the past

I think when we create art, we critique ourselves, and are aware of features within the piece that someone else might not notice.  For instance, sometimes the ink on the end of my pen will simply poor out onto the artwork, making a giant black blotch.... at which point, i yell "Balls!" and my cat Pippin's ears go back.  But secretly, i like this spontaneous re-imagining.  It adds a certain secret character to the art, i wonder if this is how the painters of Van Goghs era felt, when they painted over canvases, re-using them again and again.  

During my lifetime, my art has changed a whole lot.  I often find myself looking at art i have created only a few years ago, and thinking, wow! thats not very good....  The truth is, i am slowly finding my signature.  In honor of the path that has led me too where i am today, i am going to post a VERY old piece of artwork from my childhood! perhaps the oldest piece of my art that exists, although i do believe my mother is hanging onto an archive of the VERY VERY oldest art.  This Art was inspired by a game i would play with my sisters Lake and Juni called We-Whose.  In this make believe realm of we-whose, we were fairies who lived in an Willy Wonka like wonderland,  any delight at our very fingertips.  We loved this game, it went on for years.  In fact, i still sometimes call my sister Juni "We-Who" as a form of endearment.