Pink Fashion Fete to benefit Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation


8″ x 10″ oil on masonite, $200 ($50 donated to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation).
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After a childhood crammed full of pink dresses, bows, blankets, and yes, even wallpaper, I have developed a slight aversion to the color. Personal taste aside, 21C Hotel recently hosted a fabulous “Pretty in Pink Fashion Fete” featuring knockout pink ensembles that put my Laura Ashley Easter dresses from the 80’s to shame. The event included a fashion show and silent auction. Auction items came from retailers such as Clodhoppers and artists like Emily Maynard. Even the tables were painted with pink M&Ms, and who am I to discriminate against any type of chocolate?

It’s amazing how aggressively the awareness of breast cancer has come to the forefront of my attention. Finding a cure is a tremendous task for such a monster of a disease that only represents a subset of cancer in general. In 2005, the National Insititute of Health estimated the cost of all health expenditures related to cancer to be $74 billion. Sounds like we can’t have enough pink-themed fundraisers.

I’m inspired by women like Sylvie Fortin who blog about their experience with breast cancer, giving us insight into the hardships and courage associated with the disease.

I’m glad pink has planted roots with the concept of activism and shied away from being every husband’s home decor nightmare.

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Artisan visits Just Creations


8″ x 10″ oil on canvas, $150 ($50 donated to Just Creations).

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The mechanics of a nonprofit retailer, Just Creations, were spelled out for me by an artisan who visited the store this past weekend to share with her arts and crafts loving audience how her products get from developing countries to your living room. Retailers such as Just Creations “purchase exclusively from Fair Trade Organizations such as Ten Thousand Villages, A Greater Gift and Equal Exchange. These groups work directly with artisans and farmers to ensure that Fair Trade principles are practiced.

With the enthusiasm of a child beaming at show-and-tell, the artisan walked us through various explanations such as batiking. Like a premature Santa, she had beautiful desirables in tow that made distant places such as Ghana seem a little more “real.”

It’s wonderful to know that pots (like the ones above) will end up stuffed with flowers on someones table or in a gift bag awaiting “oh my gosh, I love it!” Not just any pots, but ones that were possibly sculpted by someone like Kartick Pall, of Paul Para, Bangladesh who, thanks to his fair trade vendor tells us, “there is no end to my hopes.”

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Building green


11″ x 14″ watercolor
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Nestled in a historic neighborhood, established nearly 90 years ago, now stands a new home boasting energy bills that surely put its antique neighbors to shame. The owner commissioned me to paint her stunning new home built to green architectural standards (think solar panels, incorporating sustainable building materials, insulating correctly, energy efficient windows, etc.). Meeting people like this gives me the warm fuzzies by reassuring me that going green is gaining momentum. Soon the home owner will be taking it one step further by expanding her green reach into the yard with a completely edible landscape!

Do you wonder how much your household is contributing to the crisis that is our environmentally battered planet? I found a great website where you can find how your household compares to similar homes by providing basic info such as square footage, number of occupants, etc. as well as including information from previous utility bills. Once you get the results you are provided with recommendations on how to make improvements. If you’re not motivated to take action, maybe this will spark a little interest.

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Paying fair wages to keep the caffeine flowing

Heine Brothers Coffee Cafe
8″ x 8″ oil on board
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“Independent music for independent coffee drinkers” is the brainstorm stage theme for a new compilation CD that resulted in this painting as a possible cover image for the album. Heine Brothers’ Coffee is the small chain that will be offering the album as an independent, local version of Starbuck’s HearMusic.

Heine Brothers’ Coffee is all about the spreading the love of happy coffee drinkers. They are very vocal about the fact that they, “import and sell only Organic, Fair Trade, green coffees from small farmer cooperatives. This effort supports a more equitable and sustainable system of coffee trade that directly benefits these farmers, their families, their communities, and the environment.” Even the walls of every store are adorned with larger-than-life murals depicting coffee growers in their local environments.

Maybe you’re not in the fair trade coffee know. If not, here’s a site all about it with a quick and fun intro that sums it up.


Bill Clinton helps Kentucky Democrats


8″ x 10″ oil on canvas, $200 ($50 donated to CASA)
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Bill Clinton spoke last night to a sea of Kentuckians who, fortunately for the democratic candidates, came with fat wallets. I met a fellow blogger in the press area who devotes his time to politically geared vlogging, when most men his age would be fishing with grandchildren. I was inspired by his devotion to citizen journalism and truly impressed by his tech savvy. He video records events, such as this, in extended versions to supplement the short snippets fed to us by TV media. He and I both were curiously glared at by reporters and camera crews wondering, “how did they get press passes?” Times are changing.

Prior to Clinton’s talk, the event was a crash course in 2006 democratic candidates 101. The massive audience cheered to “Are you ready for change?!” from various speakers like high schoolers at a pep rally. The enthusiasm was strong and all ears were attentive to the election issues. A few of the speakers included Jerry Abramson (Louisville Mayor), Jerry Lundergan (Kentucky Democratic Chairman), and John Yarmuth (Ky Democratic candidate for US Congress).

In addition to attending this unique event, I also finally answered a question plaguing my mind for years. Estimated from the number of mouths moving during the singalong to “My Old Kentucky Home”, I would guess that just over 50% percent of well educated Kentucky residents know the lyrics to the state song (or maybe some just don’t like singing anywhere but their own shower). Odds are in your favor for being able to join in on the Stephen Fosters number if you are 60 years of age and up. Now I don’t feel so shamed by staring at my feet at derby while those around me bellow mint-julep-intensified lyrics.


Hobnobbing with CASA


8″ x 10″ oil on canvas, $200 ($50 donated to Court Appointed Special Advocates)
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Sunday night I got to see a side of CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocates) that I, as a volunteer for the nonprofit, rarely ever see. My usual involvement, which includes advocating for abused and/or neglected children enduring the burden the legal system as a result of the abuse inflicted on them, was far removed from this evening’s activities. Instead I found myself surrounded by an incredibly colorful mix of party-goers at the organization’s annual “Hobnobber’s Ball” in Millionaires’ Row at the legendary Churchill Downs.

Before the event, I asked my volunteer supervisor for some pointers as to what to wear. Her answer confused me further. “Well, some people will be wearing formal dresses, some in jeans, others in costumes. I think a few people came dressed in drag last year.” She wasn’t kidding. I saw derby hats, fishnet hoses, fur, sequins, face paint, tiaras, garter belts, lots of stilettos, even more cleavage, and one kilt. Possibly the most notable of fashion displays was put on by the Derby City Rollergirls. Believe me, your mother would not approve of their fun and scanty outfits (but hey, this way you can see all of their cool tattoos).

Local wineries and distilleries lined the perimeters of the enormous venue, caterers enticed the palate and great musicians kept the chairs empty and the dance floor packed. All of this for the most worthy of causes.

If you’re looking for a organization to contribute to in some form, I highly recommend finding a CASA near you. These fundraisers make transformative change in the lives of many children possible. It’s stories like these that might pull at your heart strings and get you involved.


Congressional candidate fundraiser


8″ x 10″ oil on canvas, $250 ($100 donated to John Yarmuth’s campaign)
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Last night I attended a fundraising dinner for Kentucky congressional Democratic candidate, John Yarmuth. I accepted the last minute invitation with a resounding “yes” and immediately began to think about possible compositions for the painting I would create for today’s post.

If you ever feel dulled by a lack of individuals to engage in intellectually rigorous conversation with, I suggest you frequent political fundraisers. It was an inspiring evening with no lack of enthusiastic proponents for positive change and growth in Kentucky. I was surprised to find that some of the attendees were republicans. There doesn’t seem to be much grey space for the “undecided” voters to stand in nowadays, but apparently even some firm republicans are looking for a new voice for Kentucky in congress.

I will admit that, although I lean left, this election has often left me inclined to bite my tongue when I’m surrounded by my democratic friends. The issue that personally leaves me on the fence is healthcare. I am sorely reminded of my self-employment when my friends talk about their employers’ health benefit packages and I feel at a disadvantage. Given my OCD involvement in my own healthcare, I’m a huge advocate of consumer driven healthcare and Health Savings Account (here’s a great blog post about HSAs). But at the same time, my volunteer work with disadvantaged people, especially children, pulls my heart towards the universal healthcare model that Yarmuth stands for. Clearly, I’m not certain where I stand. Having said that, I will add that I have met John on several occasions and feel confident about his sincerity and competency.

If you’re interested, here is John Yarmuth’s site, his opponent’s (Anne Northup) site, and further info on all the candidates running for office in Kentucky.


Vigil for Kyle Haywood


8″ x 10″ oil on canvas, donated to Kyle Haywood’s family.
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Last night, once again, I found myself on the corner of Cherokee Road and Cherokee Parkway just outside my home. This time it was to attend a vigil for Kyle Haywood, who was killed the night before exactly where we all stood. Kyle’s mother was there at the end of a long line of mostly teens, friends of Kyle’s, waiting to offer their condolences to the grieved woman. I came a bit late, just as the sun was setting, but I was told several people spoke; some about Kyle and others about overcoming violence.


Christopher 2X speaking to local media.

Louisville community activist, Christoper 2x, was also at the vigil and brought a tremendous sense of encouragement to an otherwise sullen mourning. Music, candles, and flowers clashed against clunky tripods for massive local news cameras with invasively bright lights. Overall, it was certainly a much needed bad-karma-cleansing of a morbidly tarnished spot. Hopefully this new memory of “the spot” will trump the old.

On a brighter note, I hear from a very reliable source that the second victim of this shooting is improving.


Unbelievable news I didn’t have to leave my street for

Last night I was pondering what topic or event I would follow for today’s post with little of interest that was jumping out at me. 10 minutes into my attempt at sleep, my boyfriend and I heard something I have never heard before in my 20-something years in Louisville: gunshots. We both decided it was fireworks and decided to go back to sleep. Then the non-stop flow of sirens with New York City bravado headed directly for our ears was enough to get me out of my warm bed, to the other end of our apartment, and out onto the balcony. The roundabout, a stone’s throw away from my residence, and the catty-corner street that feeds into it, were ablaze with so many flashing lights that I could hardly count how many police cars the lights were coming from.


Neighbors and the press waiting to hear details.

I went out to join my neighbors on the sidewalk to gawk like any curious observer. Even though I decided that I had indeed heard gunshots, it didn’t register that someone was actually shot. That just doesn’t happen in my neighborhood, right? No one was whispering a word. Finally I asked the stout man beside me if anyone had been hurt. His answer made me feel like he had physically punched me instead of verbally answered me. “Yeah, that guy was killed,” he said as he pointed to the car we had all been blankly staring at. Sure enough, the previous “white thing” tucked between the car’s rear tire and the street curb was now identified as a body with a sheet over it. I assumed the standard position of someone in complete shock: head forward, eyes bugged out, hands over mouth.


Louisville police officer, Dwight Mitchell, answering questions from the press about the shooting.

I stood around for nearly an hour since it seemed the TV crews were preparing to record something and, whatever it was, I wanted to see it. Turns out I was waiting for Louisville police officer, Dwight Mitchell’s, statement about the incident (I’m 90% sure it was him; always wear your contacts when you care to see what’s going on). In a nutshell, he told the hungry cameras that there had been an altercation between two men in the car and another man on foot which escalated and resulted in one dead and another in critical condition. The shooter fled on foot. I just walked outside, 6pm the next day, to see the press once again swarming around the roundabout and overheard one reporter say that the canine unit was unsuccessful at finding the man and he was still on the loose. Not terribly comforting.

This is not the kind of “painting journalism” I had in mind, so I wanted to share my less formal sketchbook with you. I’ve always been the naive girl that thought locking the door after coming home was a terrible way to live, always fearful. And I admit, if it weren’t for my boyfriend’s adamant disapproval, I would still entertain the thought of jogging right now in my neighborhood. But my “sense of security had been shaken” without a doubt. I actually just got to quote myself. I was quoted in Louisville’s Courier Journal today about the incident. I actually chatted for a while with the woman from the CJ who questioned me, Jessie Halladay. Turns out she lives in the area and heard the gunshots herself. Given her job, you can understand how she seemed a little desensitized by the killing. She painted a fairly grim picture about the reality of Louisville’s crime rates. Apparently 40 homicides a year is not a far-fetched number and there are many more attacks in our own backyards than we hear about. I was glad to see that someone wasn’t as frantic about this as I was. She was very calming.

This last sketch was from this morning. The angle is such that I was standing directly behind where the victim’s car (and body) had been the night before. The weather was appropriately gloomy, damp and generally depressing. I guess I expected to find bright yellow crime tape draped along people’s front yards, but it was as if nothing had happened. Not one rubber glove, not even a single drop of blood. Only a soaked lonely sock stomped into the wet grass.


Monday’s companion


8″ x 10″ oil on canvas, $220
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This piece, like yesterday’s painting, is another Manhattan shot. I’m very pleased with the amount of photos from the trip earlier this month that I’ve been able to put on canvas.
I have several commissions going right now, but I’m anxious to have a clean plate (hopefully by the end of the week) so that I can execute work for the next topic. So far, most of the paintings I’ve posted have lacked narratives of grand importance. I’m incredibly excited about getting this rock rolling! See my “about” page for a new description of my mission.

New ideas, sketches and paintings are on the way…


New York City continued


8″ x 10″ oil on canvas, $220

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There is a companion painting to this I will be working on tomorrow…


Scenes of work and play in Soho


11″ x 14″ oil on masonite
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I spent a short 2 days in New York City this past weekend and collected some terrific urban street scene shots. Although, much to my surprise, it was more challenging to find images that fit into my new social activism theme. I suppose Soho is not the place to find impoverished people mingling among the wealthy shoppers. Of course the streets were infinitely full of eye candy for a painter, and I do plan to have 3 or 4 more pieces from this trip. This first image took priority as I did like the juxtaposition of the street vendors each resting under a pricey cocktail dress. I wonder how close the price tag on one of those dresses is to all of their merchandise put together. Personally, I prefer to buy the $5 scarf from one of these gentlemen, and save the glitzy store for a restroom break.


Experience the native Australian culture


20″ x 48″ oil on canvas, $1,200 ($50 donated to CASA).
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I started this painting (click here to see the image enlarged) while I was still in Oz, but just finished it yesterday at home. This part of downtown Brisbane is actually one of my favorite hot-spots in the city where you’re sure to find lively action anytime of the day or night. It’s called The Fortitude Valley, or just “the Valley” by locals. I was out wandering the sidewalks intentionally looking for an Aborigine. I knew that when I found one (which is considerably less likely than finding a minority in the American Midwest), chances were in my favor that it would be a photo opportunity for my next body of work focusing on social activism. Sure enough, I passed what looked to be a homeless Aboriginal woman, coin cup at her side, diligently painting a traditional Aboriginal design on a board. Tourists go bonkers over these earthy, narrative, pointillist-like designs. Plenty of white westerners passed the woman by; some (like the men in this painting) stopped to watch, while others whizzed past without missing a step. No one made eye contact. It was as if she were a sedate animal on display at a zoo, without the confines of a cage. I stopped to ask the woman if she would mind having her picture taken. Her response, consisting of a few mumbled words, a nod, and a quick but assertive gesture directing my attention to the coin cup, made it clear that she preferred to “work” this way.

I quickly learned during my first trip to Australia that Aborigines are not highly regarded citizens. They seem to dwell in the shadows (figuratively and literally), and oddly, neither Aboriginals nor their non-native counterparts seem not to mind. I tried to raise the issue with my Aussie friends on numerous occasions. There was not much to be said other than the fact that their race seems to be offered a multitude of opportunities in the way of scholarships and various programs to side step a predisposition to poverty and substance abuse. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem that such efforts are proving to be terribly effective, largely due to a lack of interested people taking the offers. So what do you when no one seems motivated or interested? If nothing else, I wondered what this woman would have chosen to paint if she wasn’t certain her chances of selling the piece were substantially higher if a Causian walked by and thought, “Wow, a real dot painting by a real Aborigine. I bet that would look great over my sofa.”


latest Aussie paintings


20″ x 48″ oil on canvas
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My four weeks in Brisbane are quickly coming to a close. I have been fairly productive in intermittently painting in between catering to the kids’ needs. Actually, art and childcare have merged several times and the children have created some beautiful artworks themselves. As for my work, the first painting from this trip was a street scene of Paddington, a charming neighborhood in West Brisbane. Sights to be seen are an eclectic mix of clothing and book stores, cafes, antique malls and stunning view of the city from atop a San Francisco-esque hilltop.


16″ x 20″ oil on masonite
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My second painting was commissioned by a friend of mine who is property developer. This house is his latest project. The original portion of the house was lifted up on supports and another floor was added below it. It’s in unique neighborhood in that you might see an occasional racehorse and rider trot by passing to and from the nearby racetrack.

My third piece is in the works and will most likely make its debut when I’m back home. Until then I will be soaking up the pilly lillies, aussie hospitality, and outstanding Laska soup!