About Gina Murrow

Gina is the founder and artist-in-chief at Paint a Scarf. She and her husband David invented the upright multi-position silk painting rack. The Murrows have three children and four grandkids. They live in Chugiak, Alaska

Painting Speaks When Words Fail Me

People often ask me the why of what I do, and I’ve finally found the words to explain—painting lets me communicate when words fail. When I need painting inspiration I simply go into the yard and spend a few minutes communing with my colorful, petaled friends. The flowers are my paint.

Painting Speaks When Words Fail Me2019-07-15T17:36:31-08:00

Our Training Video Wins National Award

Paint a Scarf took the 2019 Bronze Telly Award for its “How to Paint a Silk Scarf” instructional video. Paint a Scarf’s production was honored alongside videos from Microsoft, Dyson and PBS in the “DIY and How-To” category.

Our Training Video Wins National Award2019-05-21T19:51:19-08:00

A Gift From My Mom—46 Years in the Making

A swath of royal purple corduroy is finally put to use in a homemade quilt 46 years in the making. My mom would love that her great-granddaughter is enjoying the sewing she started long ago.

A Gift From My Mom—46 Years in the Making2019-05-05T10:41:59-08:00

In memory of my father

Gene Medaris (1929-2019) My father passed away yesterday, after a long journey through the shadows of dementia. He was my

In memory of my father2019-01-23T11:34:25-08:00

The illusion of control

Why had I waited so long to get extra care for Dad? Two reasons: foolish pride and a foolish vow.

The illusion of control2019-01-23T05:39:53-08:00

Still This Side of Heaven

We'd made it home for Christmas. Now it was time for the long road back, and I wasn't sure I was ready to start caregiving again.

Still This Side of Heaven2019-01-10T21:13:56-08:00

Please Don’t Forget Me

I’m realizing it wasn’t fame and notoriety that I craved over the years, it was having influence. And as I age, I’m realizing influence comes in many forms. I’m still afraid of being forgotten. But I’m going to begin cutting back on work in small steps.

Please Don’t Forget Me2019-01-01T10:06:51-08:00

Home for Christmas—A Long, Hard Journey

Flying my 89-year-old father home to Alaska for Christmas, wasn't a safe thing to do, but it was a good thing. We made it home for Christmas.

Home for Christmas—A Long, Hard Journey2018-12-28T09:34:22-08:00