The artist locks the door to the atelier, casts lighting upon her easel and a chosen score starts to play. Every work adapts to music’s tone. A mood is set which reflects the artist’s own. A score of tranquil fluidity shall commence, caressing the listener’s ears as paint from canvas drips. Palette knife swishes with scratchy overture. The brush quickly follows, smoothing out life’s messy bits. Unconcerned with audience or.. Read More

The Art of Celebrating Who We Are Sentimental ties to the autumn season, familiar places and reminiscent things; they converge this time of year reminding me of all that evokes inspirations of heart and soul. I arrange the season’s hues upon my palette and record player exalts familiar sounds. The heart flutters and is filled with warmth as leaves fall, rushing to the ground. A delicate plume of powder rises.. Read More

An Evening with Jim Avett -Life’s Shared Pages- His voice bears the rugged charm of the American landscape. His constitution reflects that of a man from a different age. With a quiet walk he carries a vintage guitar and fine weathered books. His hat tipped low casts a shadow ‘cross his face; behind familiar frames lies a distant gaze. Whether standing on the mid-west plains, an Appalachian ridge or his.. Read More

The artist fights feverishly..longing to break through, unaware of what is calling to one from beyond. The artist presses on. Currents surge through the spirit at the most unsuspecting of times. Unknowing what to do, the artist begins to work, clueless as to where this compelling event might lead. Struggles often surface when there is a deep call to create. A metal block, is what some may call it, others.. Read More