Into the Sap

I’ve mentioned this before, but the strangest shift has occurred in my studio over the past couple months. When I packed away my oil paints to move to Texas 2.5 years ago, I thought for sure I’d never open that box again. Oils were so frustrating to me - I could never make them do what I wanted, and the smell always gave me a headache in the little basement room where I painted at the time.

But in September of this year, I got them out again. I had been feeling for months like the paintings I REALLY wanted to make, required the velvety smoothness of oils. And I was COMPLETELY RIGHT.

Please Promise You'll Be Home for Dinner

I started on this painting after putting the girls to bed, knowing that Weston would be studying until at least 10:30pm or so. Immediately I felt like I was painting my life. The sweet little house is us; our world, our domestic little bubble. The woods is everything that calls us outside and keeps us out of the house, and therefore, apart.

Studio Sale

I have been painting as often as possible for three straight years.

Searching, experimenting, stretching, and balancing the care of my children.

I am ready to sell some old work to clear space for new work.

On February 8, I will list a collection of my paintings on my site, some of which are as old as 2016, which was a year I finally started to believe that I was meant to do this.

Be sure to add yourself to my email list so you can be notified when the sale goes live, and can be notified when new paintings are added!

Kind regards,

Amber