Jingle Bells and Hot Spells

Close your eyes.  Channel your inner "winter evening", hum a few bars of Nat King Cole's "Christmas Song", sip on that imaginary cup of hot wassail, enjoy the crackling fire, finish picking the okra and tomatoes, swat a few gnats...WHAT??  Welcome to the world of art licensing.  Because of advance production schedules for the companies who license my work, the subject matter in my design studio very rarely lines up with the season out my window.  More often than not, I am in the midst of creating new holiday artwork for clients while the air outside hums with the sounds of crickets, tree frogs and night bugs.  But wait - there is more.  This winter, while the snow piles up outside my door, I'll be hard at work on the latest designs for your garden and your summertime table - designs that are slated for the retail shelves for the Summer of 2012!  Crazy as it seems, and as much as I don't want chestnuts roasting on an open fire in August, that is how it works.  All of you kindred-spirit artists out there are feeling my pain, I know.  Such adversity!  Actually - what joy to be blessed with the ability to share my talent, no matter what the season or circumstance.  For the rest of you, next time you buy a Christmas flag that makes your heart sing, or deck the halls with the most adorable ornaments ever made, or sit down to address that box of Christmas cards like the ones recently produced by my friends at CR Gibson, above, be sure to thank the artist to conjured it up in their sun-baked, humidity-dazed, mosquito-bite-crazed brain.  Happy Holidays, y'all, and pass the citronella...

Simple Joys

I can't seem to get away from the concept of simplicity these past few weeks, so here goes another post on the subject.  A couple of months ago we shot this photo on a pure, glorious Saturday morning in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.  This, of course, is an Amish farm - one of hundreds just like it that grace this spectacular section of the country.  We try to visit this area at least once a year if not more, and I never come away without having my artistic batteries recharged and my inspiration renewed.  My friend and fellow artist, Teresa Kogut (check out her blog at www.teresakogut.blogspot.com) just returned from her own annual road trip into the heartland.  As artists, we take inspiration from the simple joy of life that these farms and small towns so beautifully portray.  And, an added bonus in Pennsylvania for this Southern girl is the fact that those people up there have the good manners and presence of mind to serve grits for breakfast.

If Clouds Could Sing

...these would be singing the Hallelujah Chorus.  We were enjoying a sweet August afternoon, floating in the pool, when we happened to look up and see this spectacular sight.  The little camera did its best to capture this thing that God made just for us, and just for that brief moment.  A breeze or two later, it was gone.

What a stunning, simple reminder that beauty is anywhere you care to behold it.

The Survivor

On a recent insanely hot day we were tooling around St. Simons Island, one of Georgia's famous Golden Isles, when we happened upon Hazel's Cafe.  Humbly situated on a street overhung with live oaks, the building is circa 1950's, a survivor of that simple time in our history when a Coke was a dime and Hazel knew everyone who came in the door.  On countless sleepy roads throughout the rural South, across endless lazy summer days spanning decades, the screen doors hummed on these places, the ceiling fans worked overtime to keep the bare plank floors cool, and the Hazels of the world kept us going with something cold to drink and that exquisite home cooking that is known these days in high-end food circles as "fresh, local, farm-to-table fare".  I imagine that would have amused Hazel to no end.  She doubtless knew no other way but to serve only the shrimp that came fresh off the boat that morning and the okra and tomatoes picked from her own garden the evening before.  Though Hazel is long gone, her legacy of honest simplicity lives on in the little building, which has passed from her heirs to a new owner who has vowed to leave it alone and protect it, lest none of us forget how wonderful the basics really can be.

My Amazing Friend

Talent has no boundary, no real definition.  When I think of unlimited talent, I think of my friend, Karen Banker.  She is a very gifted abstract artist, as her image here attests - but she is also an amazing whiz at marketing, public relations, and even blog construction.  Who knew?  In desperation, I turned to her for help in putting all of my puzzle pieces together for this blog, and she had it ready to go in the blink of an eye.  I encourage you all to treat yourselves to a look at her wonderful, rich, colorful and expressive fine art at www.karenbanker.com.  Thanks, Karen.  You're my hero!