Madonna

                                                                         6 x 6

                                                                       (Sold)

I did this early this morning, and I sold it this afternoon. What I like about folk art is that you don't have to be exact, and it doesn't matter if the proportions are off. That is why I also love painting abstracts. I am not a realistic painter. My mind is too scattered, and I am messy. I use to get in trouble for it, but now when it shows up in my art,  I don't think it's a bad thing. It's me!

Mermaid

                                                                          11 x 14

                                                                       Mix Media

Folk Art is "the style of the week". It's hot and humid here in Mississippi, and I wish I was back on the beach with the wonderful ocean breeze. I'll be back there in a couple of weeks, so until then, I think I will just paint in my air condition studio.

Thought of the week: Parenting is HARD! I looked at Tommy last night, and said "I'm not sure I signed up for this". Everyone warned me about the teenage years. I thought, not my children. Ha! I just wonder when I became so "uncool". I thought I was kind of hip for almost 50. I guess not, so to show them, I think I'll go put on a long blue jean skirt, put my hair up in a bun, and go bake some bread!

America

                                                                        11 x 14

I'm home from the beach, and had a wonderful time with my friends. How fortunate am I to have old, true friend that you can be yourself with. We laughed, danced, ate well, slept late and just had a great time together. My friend's condo is covered with folk art. I've always loved this type of art and use to paint it. Lately, I've just gone in a different direction. However, it's part of my soul, and it's fun to go back to it every once in a while. I painted this as a thank you for my friend Sue. Her son, Eric, is a marine serving in Afghanistan. I can't imagine what she goes through on a daily basis worrying about him. I worry every time my children drive somewhere at night. So, when you read this, please say a prayer for Eric, as well as for the other men and women serving our country.

Yellow Drip Tree

                                                                            8x10

I haven't posted anything in awhile. I just haven't been excited and pleased with any of my work, but I am going to the beach tomorrow with my girlfriends, so I know it will be over a week before I can post again. This is a yellow drip tree I did this week. I actually haven't painted much, because I have been spending a lot of time with my youngest daughter, Grace. She unfortunately is the only child without her licence, so she is stuck with me. At least I'm sure that is how she see it. I see it as a wonderful time for the two of us just to hang out.

Next week is my time though. I've known these women since Jr. High. We all turn 50 this year, and Sarah's birthday is next week, so what better way to celebrate, than with each other. I am so fortunate to be surrounded by so many wonderful women in my life. I have my old friends, my artist friends that encourage me, and my very special "heart" friends. More than likely if you are reading my blog, you are one. So thank you for being my friend.

Insight

                                                             24 x 24 wood panel

                                                                   mixed media

                                                                      (Sold)

Recently, my husband told me that my art has given him better insight into me and how my mind works. At first, I didn't know how to take his comment, but as I thought about it,  I think I understood. Some artist paint precise and controlled, while others are whimsical, detailed, or really out there. Me, I'm all over the place. I'm easy going, yet volatile, messy, childlike, emotional, spiritual.... I think my work does reflect all those things that make up Cissy Primos Prewitt. So, I guess I understand what he was saying after all.

I must have been in a crusty mood when I painted this. I don't sleep well at night, and many of my art ideas come to me around 2:00 am. I wanted to incorporate some kind of architectural hardware into a painting. So, I went to an antique/flee market store that sold this kind of items and found boxes of old keyhole plates. (I don't know the official name of them.) It was exactly what I had hoped to find.

I wanted this painting to look like the plate, crusty, rusty and old. After it was finished, I didn't know if I liked the results, but after a day or two of looking at it, I think I do. At least I accomplished what I set out to do.

Blessings From Above

                                                               24 x 24  wood panel
                                                                      Mix Media

Before I took a break yesterday with my "drip trees",  I was into non-representational abstracts this week. This is largely because that is what my friend Phyllis, owner of View Gallery likes. And since she is kind enough to show my work at her gallery, that is what I worked on.  I love doing large paintings that are primarily white.  It feels clean and fresh, like crisp white sheets.   The truth is, I love painting this type of style. There is a certain ease to it, and it just kind of comes natural to me. So maybe, I have found "my style".   But since I also love doing "drip trees" and landscapes, like my sheep, I think I can have more than one "style".  I'm not for rules anyway, and in art why do you have to follow the rules that someone says you have to? It sounds silly to me.

My precious son, Dixon, turned 18 yesterday. He is such a joy to me and indeed a "blessing from above". I feel blessed to have him not only as a son, but in my life. He actually talks to me! That in itself is a miracle.

Trees For Betty

I've had the pleasure of becoming reacquainted with a wonderful, Godly woman from my past. My second child, Gwynn, came out of the womb screaming, and didn't stop until she was 9 months old. The only person that could seem to pacify her was a friend of the family named Betty. Needless to say, Gwynn spent a lot of time with Betty during the next few years. She called her "Shug". Betty was both a blessing and a big help. She moved away from North Carolina and we lost contact. But I found her again, and I am very thankful for that.

She loves my drip trees, and is very encouraging to me with my art. So, I played around yesterday and painted Betty some trees. I should paint drip trees more often. They make me happy, just like finding an old friend!