PineShoreStudio/Paintings by Helen Harris

My granddaughter, Leah Erin ,was born this past weekend. She is beautiful and strong but 5 weeks early. Her mother, my daughter, struggles with the emotions of joy and fear as she watches Leah,attached to many monitors and tubes, strive to gain her strength and be placed in her arms rather than in neo - natal intensive care . There is such fragile beauty in a new born. I've always felt that my greatest work of art was the birth of my three children. Now grown, they are beginning to experience that joy and wonder as the cycle goes round and they take their place at a crib. Gently touching, softly praying ...a work of art in progress. Thank you to all my blogging friends for their good wishes and prayers.

I thought the last time I became a full time artist it was finally my time. I'd found all that I needed and wanted. I worked very hard at my marketing, show schedules won awards and sold my work on a regular basis. Circumstances beyond my control have once again placed me in the forked path of my art and " other " work. My palette went untouched this past week for the first in a long time. I am feeling the strain of needing to be in two places at once. My partner & I are about to open "The Cookie Cab" (if you are reading my post, it is a cookie delivery service/ bakery). Scrubbing floors and ovens has been my work week of late. I did honor the artist in me by setting up "the artist's corner". An old drawing table from my college days, along with some sketch pads and pencils sits in the corner of the well scrubbed area by the front windows, awaiting a moment for me to begin work in my new "studio". I've ordered a hanging syste...