Morning Walk

Walking a dog in winter takes some planning. I’ve left the house without really realizing how cold it is. There is no going back….
This latest painting is a work on canvas and is about the idea of a walk and an actual walk. It could be called, “winter’s hesitation”…..acrylic on canvas 29×39”
ps. this is my first post on my new Blog look! hopefully it’s easier to see and enjoymorning_walk

Change of Pace

Looking Down

A change of pace from all the work on our 2nd Give Me That Dog book..After since a very hot and dry weather, it’s great to just walk in the garden and check out the survivors and the remains of summer. What was at my feet was truly a painting in and of itself. All of life contained between two stepping stones. The beginnings, the small flower survivors and of course, the leaves of fall.

Art History lesson


I have wanted to share some artists who inspired me and set me on this art path…so, here goes!
My grandmother was very creative and the person who raised me when I was very young. She gardened, made her own hats, made movies of her travels to Mexico and Hawaii, and painted dishware. She also worked full time!
When I went to live with my mother I was in the 4th grade. There was a lot of adjusting to do. I was moved from a rural home to an apartment in downtown Seattle. I attended public school for the first time. My mom figured out that butcher paper on the wall was necessary or I was going to draw on the wall paper! So I had a place to create from the start. I also had a great 5th grade art teacher. One day she showed a movie about how to create a watercolor…I was mesmerized!
When I married, I seemed to have lost my art self. We lived in Corvallis Oregon and my husband was going to Graduate School. I worked in a small bank. There was this small book store close to work and I’d go there sometimes on my lunch time. One day I came across this book about Nicolas De Stael. I was mesmerized again! Even though we had little money, I had to go back and buy this small book. Nicolas woke up my buried desire to paint. I’ve never been the same!

the rescue of an aging dog
I received this great story from a couple who only adopt older dogs they find in shelters. Our 2nd “give Me that Dog” book will be published this fall. Many of the stories sent to me were a little more difficult to paint for one reason or another. As in any great dog story, many of these 2nd edition stories have brought sadness and joy into my studio. People who work to make a dogs life better, are an inspiration and have some amazing stories to tell. It is an honor to share their stories.

Night Life with Dogs


Give Me That Dog story painted and written. This long hot summer has been a great encouragement for staying in my studio and painting more of the great dog stories we received last year. We hope to publish another small book this fall.

The Body Guard


I received a great story about a a chihuahua that held off the well intentioned rescuer from his pit bull girlfriend. Fun to read and it’s heartwarming to get stories from dog rescuers like this on who really stepped outside the box to get these two dogs into a safe place. I’m working away at this project again, and hope to have the stories and paintings finished and published in our second small book by this very fall!!

Blue Dogs in Summer


It’s been pretty hot in the Kansas City area….and pretty much everywhere else too. The Blue Dogs painting was inspired by my attempt to feel cool…it does seem to help. Acrylic on canvas 40X30″.
Also needing to take a brake from the work on “Give Me That Dog” project. I did save the most complicated stories and photos for the 2nd book, so they just take more time. I’m about to paint an illustration of a chihuahua<a href="https://collectmariemason.files.wordpress.com/2012/07 guarding a pit bull …..

Lost

Sometimes, it’s possible to learn more when I am feeling lost.  Then, I have to really look around and try to find my way back, or  figure out what to do next.  I was lost once when I was a child. It was very scary, but exciting too. Otherwise, I would not remember this.  Painting is the same way.  Destruction of some of my paper pieces has led me to think about the road forward, the possible reuse of the wonderful paper…..the marks on the paper…transformed by an accident.  It’s interesting.

When the road is suddenly unfamiliar, I look up and think…hey, where am I?…..good question!