Creating an underpainting in acrylic — Is anyone in the mood for some fruit? How about a fresh blueberry that you can pick right off the plant? Typically I sketch and begin adding colors to the canvas. This time, I opted for a different method, creating an underpainting using burnt sienna and unbleached titanium. Using these…

A Poem — Through the bedroom window Clouds gather like a gray blanket Who knew that the dark color we see Could give rise to droplets of colorless liquid I pull on my comforter and cozy myself on the sofa Preparing for the lullaby To be swept off into the land of dreams…

Thank You — Over the last few weeks, I have read fantastic poetry by some very talented Medium writers who my art has inspired. First, let me say thank you. For those who may not know, it took me a very long time to share my art and even longer to call myself…

A single-sentence poem challenge — If I could have a slice of the rainbow I’d have a piece from the middle where the colors are brighter savoring every inch by biting into it slowly beginning by licking the outsides till I make my way to the center filled reds and pinks experiencing the magic it creates on my tongue with…

Here is my attempt — Thank you, Marilyn Glover, for tagging me in the ten-word story challenge. It took some time to get my wheels spinning, but once they did, I came up with several ideas. Here are some examples. His eye color changed and indeed a storm had passed. I pressed into my scar…

A Share Your Creativity Art Prompt — Pointillism art dates back to the 1870s/1880s during the Belle Epoque era, which is often associated with “a period of high artistic or cultural development” in France. The technique involves using dots or dashes of color to produce an image. Thanks to the artists Georges Seurat and Paul Signac for…

A poem — I daydream of sweetness and excess. Saliva flows under my tongue pooling in my mouth. Strawberry shortbread, topped with warm caramel and vanilla ice cream is what I want. I can taste the moist, buttery richness, the vanilla notes that tease my taste buds. In my mind, I have already placed forkfuls…

Why are assumptions accepted as truth when there is no proof? — With both crutches, I struggled through the doors of the doctor’s office as the handicap button did not work. Once I arrived at the front desk, my crutches were placed to the side to allow me to sign in. Immediately one of the young women at the front desk began…