Lucy Crisp And The Vanishing House. Chapter Three.


Chapter three is finally finished and has been added to the book!  If you are interested in reading about weird dolls, meat pies, fairies, and unfriendly girls with red nail polish, then head on over and take a little look.  I also wanted to thank Casey Decker from the Meticulous Type for helping me to edit chapters two and three so far.  There still may be some typos though and other oddities largely because I have to retype everything into this archaic program that I’m using to combine the pictures with text, but that just gives it a little added character- right?  I should also mention that the flip book might not be compatible with some phones but should work with most tablets. To view the book please click HERE.

The Mermaid Inn

The Mermaid Inn, oil on canvas, 12″x16″.  For sale on etsy.

The Fiat Jolly is just too cool for skool.  I just wrote that didn’t I?  Here’s an off topic little side story that doesn’t involve mermaids but does involve bridesmaids which I think bear some relation to each other. A few years back, I attended a wedding and I was in the ladies room talking to some of the bridesmaids as we were touching up our make-up.  These bridesmaids were a little younger than me and they were the kind of girls who were very popular in high school, so I was trying my best to fit in with them– you know, act like I was a little younger than I actually was.  At some point, I referred to something as ‘old school’ and it was like I had just opened a fresh can of Napalm.  I remember the room got quiet and shifty squinty glances were tossed back and forth between them in the mirror.  They quickly left the room and ignored me the rest of the evening.  When I told John what happened, he felt that I could have fixed it all with a round of high fives as they rushed past me and out the door.  Not sure about that.



Extraordinary Chickens

Extraordinary Chickens, oil on canvas, 11″x14″.  For sale on etsy.

I almost called this painting ‘Lemon Chicken’ but thought better of it when I realized the insinuation that she will be eating lemon chicken for dinner that night.  And that’s not a very pleasant thought.  But she is drinking lemonade so she is resourceful with her citrus fruit at the very least.


Lucy Crisp And The Vanishing House


I’m running a little behind on chapter three (two paintings to go) but I hope to have it online within three weeks.  In the meantime, here is another cover possibility.  I’m digging the fairies with this one.  As well as her ‘I’m a little drunk and I give up’ expression.  She’s not really drunk….or is she?? I wonder what shenanigans could possibly transpire in the third chapter to bring her to this tormented place.  Stay tuned!

A Fainting In The Botanical Gardens


A Fainting In The Botanical Gardens.  20″x24″, oil on canvas. SOLD.

Women just don’t faint like they used to.  This occurred to me the other day as I watched Nashville (the Robert Altman movie– not the tv show– which I do watch as well when I have a big glass of viognier in my hand and I feel like rocking out).  Anyway, in the film there is a scene where the leading lady supposedly faints and spends a week or so recovering in the hospital.  I was pretty fascinated by it so I felt it necessary to explore it in a painting.  I get the sense that our lady fainter is actually a Canadian who just discovered that spring has finally arrived.  The sight of so much colour and beauty overwhelms her and she collapses by a tree, only to be woken when a deer sniffs her ankles.

The Kidnapping Of Edward Pink. Part Six.

The Kidnapping Of Edward Pink. Part Six. Oil on canvas, 11″x14″.  Sold.

Just look at these two.  Hardly blending in with Gstaad ski crowd.  I suspect they’re on the move– or at least she is, and he is forced to come along for the ride.  But for what reason they are on the lam, well, that can’t be revealed just yet.

Miss Moon


I’m so happy to announce that Tundra Books/ Penguin Random House Canada will be publishing the English version of Miss Moon!  The release is Spring 2016 and I will provide more details as they come.  I realized that I actually have one more painting of Miss Moon (pictured above) that I held back until the French version of the Miss Moon book was published back in November.  I wrapped it up and forgot about it until now so if you are interested, I will be listing the original painting in my shop this afternoon.  It depicts Miss Moon en route to her first placement as a dog governess alongside her newly adopted French bulldog, Petunia and Mitford, her monkey friend.  She looks cool as a cucumber though– she has no idea what lies in wait for her— a family with sixty-seven undisciplined dogs.

The Invisible Nature Of Tansy Fairchild

The Invisible Nature Of Tansy Fairchild, oil on canvas, 14″x18″.  Sold.

I had the name of this painting in mind long before I figured out what to do with it.  Then, one day as I was looking through some chinoiserie wallpaper patterns, the painting came to me- complete- including the bird on the string.  I almost changed it to a turtle on a string but stopped myself as that made absolutely no sense.


Hopscotch, oil on canvas, 11″x14″.  Sold.

I considered calling this piece ‘Second Childhood’ but I figured that might be a little obvious, so I settled on ‘Hopscotch’ which is an even more obvious choice but I like how the word sounds.  Hopscotch!  Then, I wondered why the game is called ‘Hopscotch’.  I get the hop part but not the scotch part.  Maybe before it turned into a child’s game it was a drunkard’s game?  I don’t think that’s coffee in her cup.


The Kidnapping Of Edward Pink: Part Four And Five.


The Kidnapping Of Edward Pink, Part Four and Five.  Oil on canvas, 8″x10″.  Sold.

The plot is thickening for Edward Pink.  It seems she has taken him to a hotel-  or perhaps somewhere more private like her own lair discreetly cloaked in pink bougainvillea.



The Infallible Tippy Gordon

The Infallible Tippy Gordon. 18″x24″, oil on canvas.  Sold.

The part that really gets me is that she’s managed to do it all in high heels.   It’s almost inconceivable.  When I was in California last September, I lost my mind for a few minutes in Saks and bought a lovely pair of stilettos. I reasoned that they will never go out of style since they are the equivalent of the little black dress but I hadn’t really considered how well I would be able to walk in them.  Why would I?  All the ladies around us were gliding by with little to no effort to stay upright. I have since discovered that I can only use them for short flat distances (no cobblestones, grass or uneven patios) and only when supported by John- which means using the ladies room can get awkward. Most troubling is that I have yet to work out a way to replace the pained and unflattering grimace that takes over my face during these short distances with something more aesthetically pleasing.


The Kidnapping Of Edward Pink. Part Three.

The Kidnapping Of Edward Pink. Part Three.  Oil on canvas, 8″x10″.  For sale on etsy.

I know the day is coming when I will have to explain why and how Edward Pink has been kidnapped.   Does this mysterious brunette have unnatural superhuman strength?  Is she blackmailing him?  How is she able to keep him under her thumb so easily?  And now there’s a Spaniel involved.  The prequel to this story is coming soon.


Chapter Two: Guests


Chapter two of Lucy Crisp is online and ready for your reading enjoyment!  If you have forgotten chapter one, here is a little recap:

Lucy Crisp is a successful romance novelist from New York City who relocates to the quaint but mysterious town of Esther Wren in upstate New York. Her new home is a spacious heritage house built in the late 1800’s by Captain Reginald Quill, a merchant sea captain who moved inland to Esther Wren after enduring a cholera epidemic at sea. As a condition of the house purchase, Lucy must take the house completely furnished, but once settled, she decides to send the staid Victorian furnishings off to auction with the exception of the portrait of Captain Quill, which  she removes  from its place above the fireplace mantel and tucks away in the far reaches of her attic.  Lucy spends her first month in the house happily redecorating and indulging her domestic side with uncharacteristic baking binges. She also finds herself enjoying an unexpected sense of privacy when she discovers that her neighbours prefer to keep to themselves. Then one morning Lucy’s domestic bliss is unsettled when she wakes up to discover a strange chair in her living room that wasn’t there the night before.  And the story continues…..

Thank you so much for your encouraging comments on the first chapter and I really hope you will enjoy the second chapter.  This book is a real labour of love for me.   I’ve just started the paintings for the third chapter which is longer than the first two, so I’m hoping that it will be ready for late winter, early spring.

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A Miss Moon Christmas. Lesson Three: You Can Herd Sheep And You Can Herd Cows, But Try As You Might, You Cannot Herd Snowmen.

A Miss Moon Christmas. Lesson Three: You Can Herd Sheep And You Can Herd Cows, But Try As You Might, You Cannot Herd Snowmen, oil on canvas, 10″x14″.  For sale on etsy.

Isn’t this so true?   Miss Moon really has her work cut out for her with this enthusiastic and hardworking bunch.  I think the Welsh Corgi (yes that is a Corgi at the front in the Santa hat even if it doesn’t really resemble one) is going to be devastated when he realizes that he’s really not being very effective, but the English Sheepdog, Sheltie, and Border Collie are all in various stages of acceptance.

This is the last Miss Moon Christmas painting until next year’s holiday season!