So you want to support a living artist...

Thinking about supporting a living artist? You've come to the right place!

I am indeed a living artist, and this month some people have graciously agreed to support my work by collecting two pieces. [happy dance] This week, one of the Onyx Fine Arts board members called; the collage "Was It Something I Said?" has been sold.

And at the opening reception of Alki Arts' Black History Month exhibit, a trio of collages found their new owner. I only wish I'd been in the room when it happened!

When I finally checked social media, this was waiting for me

What lovely news to read the next day! If every week this month brings a new sale, I would be JUST FINE WITH THAT.

Speaking of which: I still have work for sale both at King Street Station and at Art Xchange Gallery's "Like Mother..." exhibit. In fact, this weekend would be an excellent time to pop over to Pioneer Square and see one of my other pieces. No pressure.

Onyx Fine Arts: the party's just begun

The party's not over yet at King Street Station -- in fact, "Truth B Told" has just found its second wind. 

With help from the Northwest Tap Connection, Onyx Fine Arts is celebrating the two-week extension of our group art exhibit! [happy dance]

In addition to the performance and visual pieces, Onyx Fine Arts will also host literary artists.

The African American Writer's Alliance will read poetry about the visual art in "Truth B Told." Looking forward to it!

Someone you know needs art

I'd like to share a happy moment with you, an unintentional pay-it-forward thing. Recently I talked to the person who bought this altered book, "Daddy Loves Me."

She said she'd wanted to purchase something I made, and the altered book came along at the right time. But it didn't quite feel like it 'belonged' to her. She decided to gift it to another friend. Immediately the recipient's eyes welled up.

The collector had had a difficult relationship with his father, but the art brought up a treasured memory: a childhood moment when he knew for sure that his daddy loved him.

That piece sold in 2015, and at the time I was quite happy someone wanted to take it home. But now I'm profoundly grateful as well: I feel that I helped someone remember a moment where everything was right and beautiful in his world.