My Journey Into Painting

I remember very little about art classes in school. I recall wanting to be talented when each new medium was presented; clay, canvas, watercolors....But I didn’t have the patience.

A few years back, the B&W Ladies* wanted to do a “Bottle and Brush” at the shop here in town. Between giggling fits, spinach dip, and Riesling, we managed some pretty decent paintings!

February 2020; my artist friend Casey gave me a gift certificate for another non-local “Bottle and Brush” that she’d won at a benefit dinner. I didn’t have the chance to use it before COVID shut everything down.

About a month into COVID, my friend Holly came by with canvases, acrylic paints, and seltzer drinks. With the step-by-step help of Pinterest and the courage of seltzer, we had our own extremely local “Can and Canvas”!!

I still don’t have a lot of patience. But I have pictures. And a steadier hand. And there was an easel in the shed. I was able to buy more canvases and paints online, and continue as the urge strikes. I still don’t consider myself a true artist or master of the acrylic/canvas medium, but I do know that if I saw one of my paintings in a thrift store I’d consider it quite a find.

*B&W Ladies are a group of gals who gather a few times a year to giggle too much and vent about life over wine and appetizers, pot-luck style. If anyone asks, a B&W gathering stands for “Black and White Ball,” but the theme changes for each gathering. When we did Mother’s Day pedicures, it was “Be-dazzled toes and White cake.” Thanksgiving was themed, “Blessings and Wealth.” A friend’s birthday B&W was themed “Birthday Wishes.”

Summer Thundercell #2

Where I live in California, thundercells mean erratic winds, lightning, and fire. The clouds are a powerful precursor to the imminent danger fires can bring.

Fire Thundercell

These clouds did start a fire that ran for 10,000 acres.

KC's Retirement

Painted for my friend and coworker who retired.


It’s not raining everywhere. The sun still shines above the clouds.

Goat Mountain

Painted from a photo I took while hunting deer in California.

Fall Bike Ride

It’s easier to smell the roses when you’re travelling less than 10 miles an hour.

Mueller's Lot #1

An enjoyable spring evening at our friend’s lot.

Dirk's Daisies

Daisies so thick, they look like snow.

The River

Downstream from the bridge.


Canadian geese traveling the Mississippi Flyway.

Across From the Point

The only upside to not being here in person is the lack of mosquitos!


My husband told me you hunt chukars once for fun. Every time after that is for revenge.

The Bridge

Upstream from the bridge.

The Farm

Speeding home on my bike after playing at the farm… trying to make it home in time for dinner… looking back.

The Backyard

Patriotic view of my backyard.

Bass Lake

My favorite lake.