Roxanne Baldwin's Artsy Blog

  • For an Encore….Presenting, MUD!

    The gathering I went to, and snapped the mud picture, was in a beautiful reserve in Kansas.  It was easy to think of spirits and sprites inhabiting the landscape.  Nature spirits?  I believe they’re Dryads, I may be wrong.  Anyway, that was my association, back there on that day in very early fall.  So, in…

  • I’m Hiding Something….

    I like to hide things in my artwork.  Just about everyone has seen the flowers in this one:   But did you know there’s a cat in this one? Yes, it’s a very abstract cat. I wanted to put a cat in a window in this, but decided it would take away from the subject…

  • Presenting: MUD!

    I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday, whichever you celebrate. I’m sending good thoughts for everyone for a wonderful 2016.  I’ll be presenting my worst of the year,soon, and it may include THIS: That’s mud alright, in it’s basic boring form.  When I took the photo, I was intrigued by the sculptural quality…

  • A Good Friend Will Never Ask,

    “Why are you taking pictures of mud?” At the gathering I went to last year in Kansas, my good friend didn’t ask me that when she saw me photographing this:   She did look at me quizzically however.  The reason?  To do a better drawing of mud, of course.  Black and white sketch below.  …

  • Talk About the Cat from New York City

    As I look at this drawing I’ve done of our rescue, Pumpkin, I realize it’s also part a goodbye piece (and peace) to New York City.   I won’t say goodbye for good, because one thing I’ve learned in life, is you never know what the future will bring. Back in the 1980’s, as a…

  • I Didn’t Really Feel Like Doing Any Art, Yesterday.

    One thing I find about doing art, is that you have to keep it up.  In some respects, it’s like exercise or meditation, if you slack off a day, you’re likely to slack off the next day…and then, before you know it, you’ve fallen back into the life of a slug sitting endlessly at your…

  • Some Information about Me….

    I don’t go into my past that much, I pretty much believe in making the best of things and moving on.  I realize, though, not giving you the perspective of my early life, may make the philosophy behind my work seem naive, maybe even Pollyanna-ish.  Also, maybe others hearing about the struggles I have gone…

  • I’ve Got a Song Going Through My Head…

    It’s this one: The Boy From New York City, The Ad Libs I’m not really showing my age…this was a Golden Oldie on the radio already, when I was in my tender tween years. But the reason it’s going through my head, is my own damn fault.  Like so many cat owners, I get all…

  • Not quite a murder

    The collective noun for crows is a murder.  I have only two here.  To be called a murder, I think it would need to have a lot more.  But, who’s counting? (I’m leaving for a moment to hang my head in shame.  Short of sleep, I resorted to the easiest form of humor, a bad…