Monday, December 22, 2008

Merry Christmas

Wishing you all a wonderful holiday brightened by the illumination of friends and family.Please come back in the beginning of 2009 for new work,

Thanks for all your support, Mary Beth

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Cardinal In The Snow

Cardinal In The Snow
22 x 30
acrylic collage
on paper

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Found Art

"There is no reason not to consider the world as one gigantic painting"
Robert Rauschenberg
Unlike all the wonderful walks I took in the Black Forest in Germany, this walk in the woods in an area called Spring Valley Wildlife Area offered entirely different material.
I suppose it's all about perspective, but I agree with Raushenberg.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Uncut Winter

Winter III and Winter IV -uncut
10 X 14 each
acrylic collage on paper

Friday, December 12, 2008


Winter I and II
acrylic collage on paper
10 x 14

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Live Animals in 4 Stages

The bottom row left to right are the finished pieces
From top to bottom shows the process.
All were inspired from a sticker on Schatzi's cage when she traveled from Germany to the States that says-LIVE ANIMALS!
Acrylic collage on paper
10 x 14 each
click to enlarge

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Tanzania III and IV

Tanzania III and IV
acrylic collage on paper
10 x 14 each

Monday, December 8, 2008


Tanzania I and II
10 x 14 each
acrylic collage on paper

Friday, December 5, 2008

Wednesday, December 3, 2008


16 x 20
acrylic collage on paper
Sorry for the lapse in posting.
Today I was preoccupied and painting was difficult.
Apparently this happens every Winter and is a result to climate change.
I wonder what Sarah Palin would attribute it to?
I love the part when he says that the starlings are incribing a secret language in the air. It reminds me of the method in which I paint.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Friday, November 21, 2008

Indian Summer Vines

Indian Summer Vines
acrylic collage on canvas
30 x 40

I did the whole painting with a kitchen sponge!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Monday, November 17, 2008


Tapestry I and II
acrylic collage on paper
16 x 20 each

Friday, November 14, 2008

The End Of Indian Summer

Indian Summer
acrylic collage on canvas
30 x 40

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Just A Dog

It's Just a Dog From time to time people tell me, "Lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "That's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent or the costs involved for "just a dog."Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted. Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and, in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day. If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise.""Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy."Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person. Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me, and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past and the pure joy of the moment."Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day. I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a human."So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile....because they "just don't understand."- Anonymous
Schatzi was rushed to the hospital once again last night for emergency surgery.
She made it through, but will have to be put on a bland diet from now on.
No more bones.
Her weak stomach cannot take it.
My mother sent me this poem this morning.
It says what I want say in such a better way than I believe I could at this moment.
Please continue to pray for our little girl.
She is more than "just a dog" to us...............

Indian Summer

Indian Summer
(Day 1)
30 x 40

Monday, November 10, 2008

Hope III

Hope III
acrylic collage
on canvas
30 x 40

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Stages of Hope

Here you can see the before and after of Hope I and II.
As you can see there are quite of few areas that were covered up.
A more appropriate title would have been Change, but it seems too transitory now.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Autumn Notes

Autumn Notes
16 x 20
acrylic collage on paper

The first one on the left is how it all starts.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Leaves Three Times

Leaves I-III
16 x 20 each
acrylic collage on paper

Friday, October 31, 2008

By Chance

I did this pastel drawing about 10 years ago. I used to draw from my sub-conscious. Starting off with squiggly charcoal lines and letting the images emerge. The balding man with the dark beard used to appear quite frequently. This particular drawing was once
in a show in Denver. At the opening a man asked me who the bearded man was. When I began to tell him how he just showed up in my drawings usually taking center stage or placing himself in the background, it was then that I realized it was him that I was speaking to. His name was Steve and whether he places himself in center stage or in the background, we've been good friends ever since.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Still getting the cobwebs out

I still have more cobwebs to place.
Here are a few pics so far.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


City I and II
acrylic collage on paper
16 x 20

Friday, October 24, 2008

Hard To Swallow

Carnival I and II
acrylic collage on paper
both 16 x 20

She always had difficulty convincing her mother that her abstract paintings were non-objective. Upon further thought, she realized it wasn't just her mother.
She cringed when her mother thought that yesterday's paintings were about her teeth.
She hopelessly tried to defend herself with that ever useless monologue, "No mom, my work is strictly formal. It's only about the elements of art; line, color, shape, texture, and space."
But she only saw her daughter's ongoing and upcoming visits to the dentist. She couldn't get passed the teeth and gums. It was too hard for her to swallow.
Her art unexplained,
out there in a world that is confused,
only causing more confusion
and she wonders why.
Is it really only about nothing?

Thursday, October 23, 2008


Branching I and II
acrylic collage on paper
both 16 x 20

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Clearly Now

Clearly Now
Usually from the backseat of an old Chevy on long trips to Grand-maw's house, or as you tinkered on that broken down truck, but mostly on Sunday mornings when you made your famous beer- battered biscuits,I heard that song.
You whistled or hummed to the forgotten words, but it was your song all the same.
I can see clearly now the rain has gone............
It's going to be a bright bright sunshiny day........
When the big storm hit, did you close your eyes?
Why did the rain sodden your days, months,then years?
Saturated, you allowed time to weather that storm.
But the clouds have passed.
It's over now.
I hope you can see clearly by now.
Years since found me on a country road just after a rain.
Your song came on the radio.
I could see the sun poking through the clouds.
When I called you that evening you said it was still raining, but you were doing alright.
A lttle rain never hurt nobody.........
I'll be back next week. I am going to visit my family in Dallas-maybe I'll have a few biscuits on Sunday morning if it's not raining too hard.
Talk Soon,

Friday, October 10, 2008

Hold On

This pic should motivate you when you feel like giving up.
You see, Sienna has no teeth!
We call her our little sock puppet or Madame,
I am not giving up, just taking a long weekend and maybe a few days tacked on.
So "Hold On" I will be back soon-

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Autumn I and II

Autumn I and II
acrylic collage
on paper

Tag I'm it!

OK here goes…

1. Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
4. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Here are my 7 random facts:

1. I am terribly insecure, but believe I am destined for greatness.
2. I live in a dream world, which I believe has something to do with that destiny in becoming famous.
3. I am obsessive about my weight and weigh myself at least 3 times a day, those who know me know that already.
4. I have to paint everyday, otherwise I feel worthless.
5. I call my mother everyday.
6. My husband is my best friend.
7. I question my existence daily.

Here are my people. I do not have 7 people that I feel comfortable tagging, but here are a few:

Monday, October 6, 2008


Corinthian I and II
16 x 20
acrylic collage on paper

Friday, October 3, 2008

Something to think about

I heard today that when they preformed the autopsy on Albert Einstein
his brain was cut into 240 different pieces.
Throughout his lifetime it was speculated that his brain was larger than average, but
to this date there has been nothing substantial discovered about his intelligence and the size of his brain.
It has been proven that brain size does not determine intellectual ability. If that were so, imagine the lengths people would go for brain augmentation.
So this makes me wonder.
Is there a visible difference between an artist's brain to that of a fool's?

Thursday, October 2, 2008


Fall I and II
16 x 20
acrylic collage on paper

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


I and II
both 16 x 20
acrylic collage on paper

Tuesday, September 30, 2008


Travel I
16 X 20
acrylic collage
on paper
Travel II
16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

She was quick on the draw with even the slightest sniffle.
There was no where to run when that sharp, hollowed clank echoed through the room.
Her handbag, now opened, set free that suffocating aroma of lipstick, Juicy Fruit Gum, and occasional peppermints. There I was with a moist handkerchief thrust beneath my nose.
This is a dreadful memory.
One that will stay with me the rest of my life.
I know she meant well, but why she never offered it to me unused, I will never know.
Last night I got to thinking about handkerchiefs and how absurd they seem.
Their delicate nature defies their very use.
The word handkerchief is even confusing.
It sounds like a sneeze.
When I saw a box of them at the thrift store the other day, I wondered how many fugitive nose drops each one may have caught.
I pictured all the different grandmothers thrusting them below the noses of unsuspected children.
Then I found it ironic how something so dainty could hold such a dreadful memory.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Map I and II

16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper
Map II
16 x 20
acrylic collage on paper

Friday, September 26, 2008

Fox II

Red Fox II
16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Revisted and Revised

If you don't recognize the past, are you prone to repeat it ?
How would you ever know?
You could be stuck in a unrecognized pattern and I'm not talking about plaid.
Plaid is very recognizable, especially if you attended Catholic school.
Change is not a constant, but it is constant.
It can be drastic and subtle
at the same time.
It cannot go unrecognized,
nor can it occur.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Red Fox

Red Fox
16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Hawk II

Hawk II
16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

Monday, September 22, 2008


16 x 20
acrylic collage on paper

Today I realized what a relief it is to paint on a textured surface..........
Schatzi came home on Saturday and she is doing fine.
We are so relieved......

Friday, September 19, 2008


16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

Thank you for keeping Schatzi in your thoughts and prayers.
We are looking forward to her coming home tomorrow morning.
Please continue to pray for her healing.
Thank you,
Have a great weekend,

Thursday, September 18, 2008


I need everyone to pray for our little girl, Schatzi.
She had emergency surgery last night, because something was obstructing her bowels.
It turned out to be a sponge that a military doctor in Germany left from surgery a year ago when we had her fixed. The sponge was pressing on her small intestine which caused her colon to twist. She made it through the surgery, but is not out of the woods yet. We will have a better idea on Saturday the doctor says.
Please pray for her recovery, we love her so.
Thank you

Wednesday, September 17, 2008


16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

A Tale of Trees and Teeth

16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

It was difficult to ignore what had happened around me, but the truth was I had a dentist's appointment. While the rest of the neighborhood was busy gathering broken branches and chainsawing fallen trees I was fretting in a serious way. The tentacles of Hurricane Ike stung the Miami Valley on Sunday. There were record winds the likes of which Dayton had never seen.
Luckily, our tress were still standing, minus a few branches and about a half dozen bags of leaves.
This gave me permission to concentrate on the matter at hand, the dreaded dentist. Over the years I've grown accustomed to chewing my food on the left side. I just assigned it to getting old, like the odd way I have to go downstairs. It's a sideways gait one stair at a time. It's painful, but more so for the person behind me.
Yesterday was just a meet and greet with my new dentist. Why they do this is beyond me. I have to go back in 3 weeks for him to tell me the "findings".
In the meantime I'll endure the pain. I've put up with it for this long.
On the drive home I was able to access all the wind damage to the tune of, " lions, tigers, and bears, oh my!" with the words, "trees broken, branches strewn, and leaves amass, oh my!"
Once home I saw the fallen Linden tree that barely missed the house across the street with it's broken, exposed roots, I was back to fretting about my teeth.
I winced when I heard the buzz of a chainsaw, because it reminded me of the dentist's drill.
Then I put my work gloves on and began gathering branches.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Sweep The Blues Away

It was during the Great Depression when two young boys came to her door selling vacuum cleaners. Her husband was away on a business trip. In these tough times they were still quite fortunate to have the means, but she was so lonesome without him. This would be her first chance for human contact all week and it was already Friday.
She invited the boys in and offered them a Coca-Cola.
As they began to assemble the brushes on the newfangled model Hoover she returned with the cokes and a plate of cookies. She couldn't help but notice the distraught look upon their faces.
As ostentatious as the house appeared from the the outside, it was sparsely furnished and there wasn't a rug in sight. She quickly excused herself and came back carrying a small floor mat that they kept on the back stoop. It was quite muddy because of the recent rain. The boys caught a glimpse of her pocketbook peeking out from her apron pocket and knew they had made the sale.
Her husband returned that evening. She never mentioned the vacuum cleaner. Just as she never mentioned the other two she bought earlier that year. She was just so desperate for attention while he was gone. The closet underneath the stairs hid all her attempts of interaction. Among the vacuum cleaners was an array of Fuller brushes in every shape and size. Her husband was never privy.
Monday he would leave again and her lonesomeness would return.
Her only comfort was knowing the doorbell would ring again.
Maybe there would be a special broom that could sweep her blues away.
This she could only hope.