Arts On Douglas Gallery

I like how my new work is hanging at Arts n Douglas and I wanted to share Bobbi Baugh’s show called HOME Is What You Remember. Go see it! Fantastic fabric pieces that I love! And I like the branch pieces by Jan Tomlinson Master. Take a trip to NSB.

Shows and an Orlando Workshop

 Drawing and Painting on Mixed Media Collage 2 Day Workshop at McRae Art Studios, Orlando, FL

November 10-11, 2018,    Saturday and Sunday,    10 am to 5 pm

$195 Click here to register

Galleries and Current Shows

Asheville Fine Art Festival
October 27-28, 2018
Downtown Asheville, NC
Booth 61

Beaux Arts Group Show: Existential JourneyMOAS: Museum of Arts and Sciences
Opening September 24  5-7 pm
September 24-November 6, 2018
352 S Nova Road
Daytona Beach, FL

Layers of Identity: Christine Peloquin and Pam Coffman Collage ExhibitionLeesburg Center For the Arts
429 W. Magnolia St. Leesburg, FL
October 5 - 26, 2018
Artist Reception Friday, October 5,  7- 9 pm

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Orlando Workshop November 10-11, 2018

Value in Women's Voices

Kelsey Le Mesurier teaches poetry in the NSW in Australia and has graciously obtained permission to use my work on the cover of her booklet for school. I opened the booklet to find the first poem is absolutely one of my favorites! Thank you Kelsey!

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Still I Rise

By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise