Tag Archives: Wyncote PA

Garage Scene

This photo is of a corner in my garage. You can’t get more everyday life than that, can you?

I liked the look of this still life arrangement and I did a pen drawing of it. It was done in July, 2021 and is in my 8″ x 8″ sketchbook.

Houses Near My House in Pen and Ink

Remember my TV time sketchbook? Here are some “neighbors” whose portraits I did in April, 2020. They are all houses in my local Wyncote, PA, neighborhood that I photographed on a walk.

Here are the houses:

And here is the page from my sketchbook:

Wyncote 4-20

Getting the Hurt Leg Fixed, Chapter Five

Tanka 33. Written today and dedicated to the hurt leg and its healing!…

Snapped tendon. The leg
disobeys direct orders.
The foot occupies
alien territory.
Heal this divide. Walk again.

This morning I took my husband to his first post-op appointment. The staples (18) were removed; I know this only from the result and not from having witnessed it, despite being in the room as it happened (I looked out the window). He is now allowed to put his left foot on the ground and bear a little weight on it. This change makes a lot of difference in his stability.

The brace is still locked in the straight position, but he is allowed to bend his knee when sitting. So I think I will get good at putting this brace on and off!

I drew a few people in the waiting room, but we whisked right through the place today, so I think these little vignettes were done in less than 10 minutes. The room was full of subjects – most seats were taken already at 8:15 in the morning!

Hurt Leg chapters from the past:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Getting the Hurt Leg Fixed, Chapter Four

Hurt Leg chapters from the past:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Time passes, and the hurt leg saga continues. I drew these little pictures of my husband as he sat in an armchair, watching a Mission Impossible episode as part of a TV marathon one of the channels that shows old shows was doing – last night. I will tell you that he is able to come downstairs now and it’s such a pleasure to have him back here, returned from his upstairs exile.

I did several little pictures and was not satisfied with any of them in total, maybe; but taken together, well, you will see a portrait of where the hurt leg is on January 15, last night.

From My Everyday Life

I’ve been interested in trees over the past months – can’t say why. They just interest me, that’s all I know.

Here are three paintings inspired by trees in scenes I know. They are all done in acrylics on panel.

This first tree is from my own back yard.


“Backyard Tree”, 8″x 8″, June, 2016.

This scene is from the Norristown Farm Park, a Montgomery County, PA, park not too far from my house.

"Farm Park Road", 8" x 8", June, 2016.

“Farm Park Road”, 8″ x 8″, June, 2016.

This image portrays the field in front of Fonthill, a museum and historic house in Doylestown, PA, about 45 minutes away from home.

"Tree and Row of Trees", 8" x 8", June, 2016.

“Tree and Row of Trees”, 8″ x 8″, June, 2016.

Same Size, Different Subjects

The paintings were done in March, 2016, and they are all of actual places – I painted from photos. Believe it or not, you could go to the location and say – that painting is from right here. Then you might say next – I’m not too sure how you got from the scene I see to the painting. And I’d say to you – Me either.

Well, take a look, anyway!

These are all 8″ x 10″, done in acrylics on board prepared with gesso by me.

Nothing But Sunshine

In the fall of 2014, Sharon Mann and I started a project that has lasted until today. This post marks the achievement of a goal we set back then – to collaborate on two artist books, using our art and our words.

Nothing But Sunshine -detail woman in pocket small

I have made quite a few artist books, many of them using discarded library books as their base. I’ve posted about them in the past. I have never worked with anyone else on a book, though. Yet Sharon and I have worked together in the past – we exchanged figurines and displayed each other’s in our home towns. Doing an art project seemed to be something that would be fun.

Nothing But Sunshine -detail sun small

Here’s what we did. I grabbed two old books from my pile of ancient library books – these were originally written for children and so were pretty short. We needed books of equal length, so I pasted pages together to form a better surface for artwork as well as getting two books with the same number of pages. I sent one to Sharon and I kept one for me to work on – the idea was that we would do 4 pages and then exchange, keeping that system up until at the end, when we would do the covers and write text.

Nothing But Sunshine detail lady and stove

The books went back and forth between Las Vegas and Philadelphia several times. We worked on things as we could. Life continued on and often got in the way of our artwork, but we persevered. Since we scattered the pages we chose to work on all throughout the book, many of the page spreads feature Sharon’s work on one page and mine on the other. We did not try to construct a narrative with the pictures or even necessarily respond to the other person’s work, but somehow things seemed to flow together. When it came time to write the text in the book I had, I noticed that a sun appeared on almost every page. This image gave me the inspiration for the text I wrote.

I really feel that this experience was something special. Sharon and I have been blog friends for a while. I loved her work from the start. I felt a bond with her just by looking at what she does: it is clear that her family, her home, and her everyday life are her personal and her artistic focus. I feel the same is true of my own work and life. She has always been supportive of my work and generous in her comments. I have made a friend, though she and I live across the United States from each other and will most likely never meet in person.

Nothing But Sunshine detail flowers at night small

So these books express the tie of a friendship that would not have been possible before the internet, and yet they do so in the old-fashioned way. We have created real objects with our art and now we can hold them in our hands. The tangible nature of the work seems important, an attachment between us. It’s a cliché that friends bring sunshine into our lives, and yet it is true, isn’t it? I am amazed that this book somehow blossomed with this message.

Nothing But Sunshine plus flowers book 2-16 small

So, thank you, Sharon, for all you have given to me.


Here is the book. I have shown the images of the pages first and the text is written out below, in case it is hard to see in the pictures. You can find Sharon’s book here.


Nothing But Sunshine

When I started out
I was small.

I see the world.
The sun shines down
on a house
on trees
pink and red and warm.

The sun sees me. Tells me. I hear its voice.
I hear it new
every day.

I hear the sun sparkle on the river.
I listen to the rays
as they fall on the green leaves.

The face of the sun is very old.
The voice of the sun is young each day.

The leaves on the trees and the ferns in the ground
and every other living thing
rest in the warm breeze
under the sun.

I am small.
In the garden I wait.
Sun and sunflowers and sunhat.
The earth under the sun.

Even in the house
calling me to come in for dinner
I hear the voice of the sun.

– I have somewhere to go
Other things to do
But –

– If you reach up to the night sky
and catch a ray of starlight –

– it will keep you company
until tomorrow when I return.

I know
at night
the moon and stars keep watch
over the flowers in the purple-blue world.

They watch over the cat
the lady next door,
the people in cities
fish in the sea
the mountains
everything and everyone under the sky

And when tomorrow is today

I will rush out to meet it

with a wave of its hand
the sun will greet me
and you

Whoever you may be
wherever you live…
in the sea

in a hot bright city

If you are
a doll
a house
a bit of paper
a little girl

a lady just waking up to
a green and gold day

or a cross old woman
the sun can coax into a smile.
Just wait a minute and see.

Rainy Day Abstractions

I’m fascinated by how the world looks through my car windshield when the rain streaks merge and cover the glass. No, I’m not trying to drive in this situation – I was parked, waiting to pick up my husband from the train. This is our town, its tiny downtown section, Wyncote, PA, on a rainy day about a week ago.

Real world Wyncote…

Real world Wyncote...

Wyncote in my outside rear-view mirror…

Wyncote in my outside rear-view mirror...

And Wyncote through the windshield.

Garage Door

A couple of weeks ago we had some painting done around the house. The major piece of business was to have the garage door done. It’s a big feature of the front of the house and it needed a real face-lift – I think every coat of paint put on it since the 1950’s was still in place and each one fighting to be seen once more. In other words, peeling!

The painter spent three days removing the old layers of paint. What a job. When that was done and before the door was repainted, I took a few pictures of it. Wish we could have left it as it was, just scraped and bare-ish, but it would not hold up to the weather very well.

Anyway, here’s what I saw. Patterns and beauty are everywhere.