On the evening of June 13, 2014, WE THREE: (left to right) Barbara Edwards, Roxane Pfister, and me, Dilleen Marsh, did have a great time. (We are all wearing jazzy patterned scarves, a gift from Roxane that she picked up on a visit to Greece earlier.) It was the opening reception of an exhibit of our work. Friends, family, even our high school art teacher, Bob Whitney, as well as two of our college art teachers, Glen Edwards and Marion Hyde, came to pay their respects…or just to see if their art instruction had made a difference, lol. It did. So did all the practice we three “girls” have put in over the decades since public school. What an honor to show my paintings along with two dear friends in a bona fide art gallery! Even with the common neighborhood roots and art instruction we have shared, our painting styles are unique from each other. Consider that the soul of the artist does, indeed, show up over time. After an evening of chatter, sharing stories behind paintings, deluge of the children on the refreshment table, posing for photos, and catching up with old acquaintances, we tallied the financial side of this art business. Nothing had sold. Weeks later Barbara sold one of her 6×8 inch still-lifes from the show. Most of Roxane’s paintings were NFS (not for sale) because she is determined to put together a collection of strong pieces to pursue a broader representation. I had completed a painting for the show titled, “Wistful”, (shown below) that was seen by two magazine designers, garnering me two illustration jobs in the months that followed. I also felt that with all the painting, running up to the deadline for the show, that I climbed a plateau in my abilities as an artist. Sometimes there is nothing like a deadline to make you produce. And there is certainly value in the hours spent practicing those brush strokes!
HOWDY WORLD! In June of 2011 I was diagnosed with cancer. The BIG “C”! The death sentences for the possible kinds of cancer I had ranged from 5 years to 18 months. I mentally started cutting my “bucket list” shorter. After 6 months, 6 doctors, 9 tests and procedures I was told that “there was not one abnormal cell in my body”. REBIRTH! Which is also a definition for RENAISSANCE. A Renaissance Woman is one skilled and knowledgeable in many fields. My art life embraces many fields. The acronym for Woman Artist Renaissance is WAR. I say WAR with a bit of a chuckle because I’m not a flaming activist when it comes to some of the issues that beset the art world: women artists getting their due in a man’s world, realism versus esoteric art, illustration versus “fine” art, etc. My Woman Artist Renaissance WAR will be waged against my own lethargy, apathy, and retirement. My military strategy is to thwart being too busy, too shy, too tired to engage and share with others my art life. In the blogging process I may be of assistance to some and be assisted in return. I am a designer, illustrator, painter, think tank, story teller, and mentor artist. YEE HAA!