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.
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.
It took us three years and more hurdles than you want to know, but Paint a Scarf finally has its patent.
The wind is whipping leaves off the trees today, making fall live up to its name. I’m ready to button up the
It's official—Paint A Scarf has tagged silk scarves now. And what beautiful tags they are. Tacked on with two tiny stitches, this
A family of robins has nested in the prow of our chalet. They have a million dollar view of the mountains and
When Brandon called us to book some painting time, I guessed he was a young man in his 20s. “I’d like to reserve
The Anchorage area went from winter to summer in one giant leap. Two weeks ago we had snow; all last week we