Parts of Art

 Suddenly it's Autumn! Here's what that means to me:  Filling up my illustrated journal with sketches and paintings from my gardens Getting new art supplies watching the leaves as they  dance and flutter to the ground and attempting to capture it in watercolor Starting a fire in the woodstove next to my watercolor table and setting my coffee on top and last but not least, offering workshops in my art studio for fall and winter. Click here for the calendar Mask up and come make art!

     “I made this for you before we met!” It’s one of my favorite comments when I’m at an art show with my Parts of Art jewelry. It happens at least once at every show: that piece that, after I designed and built it in the studio, and afterwards thought “O my God, who would ever want this? What was I thinking? Am I out of my mind?” Then I put it out there and sooner or later she comes along, spots it, and it is clearly, unquestionably made just for her. It’s the one aspect of doing shows that I love and dearly miss.       I have recently become a vendor at the Alexandria farmers and artists market in my little rural town. It’s literally the only gig in town, and all my actual juried art shows have been cancelled. So it happened, albeit with face masks and social distancing intact. Here she came, it was made for her, and it happily went from my neck to hers. Want to see what I made just for you? Visit my shop at Sandyartparts.etsy.com

   When my husband and I visited Bavaria in celebration of our 40th anniversary, we spent a few days in a delightful garden cottage in Gebsattel. Right outside the door was a patch of fragrant blossoming bushes that were absolutely populated with butterflies.     The whole garden space was alive, not only with plants, but with the fluttering activity of glorious winged creatures that covered the many blooms. I was inspired by this sight and wanted to capture it with my camera for future paintings. I determined that, once stateside, I would find out whatever this exotic flowering bush was.   Come spring, I started my quest to identify the flower. At my local nursery I showed the picture to the gardener. Her reply?  "I have no idea what the plant is, but the photograph is beautiful! You should be an artist!"        I chose not to go into detail about how I AM an artist, and that's the whole point here. That by then I had done sketches and paintings of the bush covered in bu

Drumroll please!! Now for the first time ever,  you are invited to our premiere Walker Art Dept Art studio Tour You will see both sides of our studio,  and get a sneak peek at what really  goes on in there! Come on in and see our studio, then enjoy  our shop

       Shenanigans  | SHəˈnanəgənz |  pl. noun  informal  secret or dishonest activity or maneuvering :  “ widespread financial shenanigans had ruined the fortunes of many .” •  silly or high-spirited behavior;  mischief . ORIGIN  mid 19th cent. : of unknown  origin .         There will come a time when said shenanigans are over and our lives  will return to some version of normal. So what, until then, do we do?           This past year and a half, as you may already know, I have been immersed in a body of work called “Of the Woods ”. It has been quite an exercise of patient endurance for me, to come up with a series of new pieces and get them completed, photographed, and professionally framed. It’s been like planting seeds in ground that would produce fruit eventually, but its artwork instead of food. And because I had made the decision to give it a year and a  half,  I had a timeline and therefore a structure.            Now there appears to be a need for a new timeline

      I am super excited to announce that the Broad Ripple Art Fair decided to take me off the wait list and add me to the invited list! All that work and preparation, putting my booth up outside on the coldest day of the year so we could take a photo of it- it was all worth it after all, because I got in! I’m totally doing the happy dance. I have applied to that show four times in the last six years, and up to now have not been able to get my foot in the door.        It might have to do with the fact that I am now jurying in with mixed media instead of jewelry. It’s just as competitive, but there are fewer entrants in the category of mixed media, thus increasing my chances for getting in. Not that I believe in chance, but the percentages were more in my favor. Anyway, I got in, and I am so jazzed!         This is the time of year for artists like me who participate in juried art shows to apply. Check out my show schedule here .      Fourteen months. That’s how long I have

       Until further notice I am away from the jewelry work table and into the woods. And by that I mean full tilt immersed in the series I started last year, entitled “Of the Woods”.  Here’s a little preview of my time in the woods.        My goal all along has been to show in the category of Mixed Media Collage for the 2020 art fair season. Of course it’s only January of 2020, and way too cold to even think about being in shows. However, that being said, NOW is the time to prepare for those shows.      To be in line for  juried art fairs means having four or five professional jury images, a carefully written artist statement, and a booth shot that shows the body of work as it will appear under the customary white tent at a show.      That brings me to my latest accomplishment, the booth image.  Because I am entering a new category, I needed a new booth image that shows my series. I had planned on putting the booth together once there is a break in the weather

Now that the presents are unwrapped, the cookies are eaten and the mistletoe is down, now what? Tis the season for looking to the New Year and asking the age old question: So NOW what? I have been pondering that question a lot, especially in terms of my art and where I am going with it.  So I pulled out a large journal that holds a history of such thoughts and plans, and wrote this:  Not that you can read my writing, and I do realize it goes right off the page! I especially like the part that says “in no particular order”. There is something cathartic about simply emptying all the thoughts and plans onto a sheet of paper,  just writing down all those thoughts that have bumping around up in the gray matter, needing a place to land. Good, it’s done. Now I can fold that list into a little paper airplane and send it up to God. (At least in my heart) "Begin, continue, and end every work, purpose, and plan with God. Self-sufficiency and self-confidence have b

Here’s another page from my illustrated journal.  It’s an impression of what I see when I look at my studio window. The walnut grove in full swing, shedding its leaves with gusto.  And as inspiring as it is to be in the studio with the wood stove cooking, I am not there now.       I left for Florida on Sunday (just in time to miss the arctic blast that came through Indiana)  and arrived at the doorstep of my son and daughter in law on Monday. I got to meet our newest Walker, my first grandchild,  sweet little girl, Avery Lee. So for the next few days I will be holding the baby, cooking and baking in their beautiful kitchen, and enjoying walks on the beach.  I intend to collect new imagery for future art pieces as well. Already this morning I became intrigued with the curvilinear design of the sea oats.  Of course seeing the ocean is always breathtaking, even when its overcast and the wind is gusting.   I might need to bring my journal down here and do some dr