A Miss Moon Christmas. Lesson Two: Winter Clothing Is Meant To Be Warm, Not Stylish. Oil on canvas, 12″x14″. For sale on etsy.
I don’t entirely agree with Miss Moon on this one. Why can’t they be both? Although, I suppose catering to the stylish demands of all those dogs might be a bit much, so I can see her point. They get whatever coat or sweater is dry and that’s the end of it. Speaking of dog coats, Finnegan has decided he hates his. He even limps when he wears it– as if it’s too constricting (it’s not). He just hates clothes. Only on the most bitter of cold days will he tolerate it and in the meantime, I’ll have to endure helpful comments that he really should have a coat on. Always a bad mother.
I’m running just a tad behind on chapter two of Lucy Crisp because of the Black Friday sale. I only have two paintings left to paint for the chapter and it should be ready just in time for Christmas- yay! So if you need some escapism during the holiday chaos, you can scuttle off and spend some time in Lucy’s world. In the meantime, here’s another possible cover for the book- any thoughts?
A Miss Moon Christmas. Lesson One: Do Not Mistake People Wearing Green Coats For Christmas Trees. Oil on canvas, 11″x14″. Sold
What is this? Could it be that Miss Moon has returned? Has she packed up her brood of sixty-seven dogs including Mitford The Monkey, and Pink Parrot (who prefers to stay indoors) and brought them to the Canadian countryside to impart some very important (and utterly ridiculous) Christmas lessons on them? Has she collected new dogs along the way as well? Oh, I think she has. Some of her teachings are more winter lessons, as I’m sure Mr. Bitters, a stickler for detail has already pointed out to her, but they are still quite relevant and very useful during the holiday season.
As these paintings are seasonal, I’m only going to release the first three lessons before Christmas and then she will return next year in time for the holidays.
I’ve been getting some emails wanting to know more about the release of the English version of Miss Moon The Dog Governess book, and I hope to know more details next month.
ps- Mr. Bitters has also pointed out that dogs can’t see the colour green but has confirmed that they can sense it. He also claims that ‘Pink Parrot’ is actually a pink cockatoo and he feels Miss Moon should change his name to reflect that. She won’t.
It’s that time of year again! We have put the shop on vacation to prepare for our annual Black Friday Sale! The shop will reopen on Friday at 9am and the coupon code BLACKFRIDAY can be applied to your order to receive 20% off. Please remember that the code has to be entered in the coupon code box in order to receive the discount.
This year the sale is only for one day starting at 9am EST on Friday and the coupon will expire at midnight. The discount can also be applied towards original art in the shop- yay!
This is pretty much the last chance for Christmas orders to arrive in time for Christmas (outside of Canada). We still can’t guarantee arrival time but generally to the United States it can take anywhere between 7-20 business days.
They own a candy cane factory, possibly a candy cane empire.
They have a raccoon stalker problem.
The same raccoon has just taken several candy cane blows to the head.
They are inadvertent litterbugs.
They have a long standing rivalry with the Spearmint Family. I imagine that when their paths cross on lightly snow-dusted streets there’s some pretty bad tinsel talk followed by some mitten slapping and some pretty ruthless turtleneck pulling.
John feels that only I can take a sweet Christmas loving family and turn them into the Corleones.
Mademoiselle Moon, the French version of Miss Moon is now available! You can purchase it online here or order one from Fanfare Books in Stratford, Ontario. The book also received a great review in Montreal’s Le Devoir! I hope to have more information on the English language version in the next few weeks- stay tuned.
I really have a thing for surnames that start with the letter M. Miss Moon, Mademoiselle Mink, Miss Mews and now Miss Masters. It’s getting weird.
Miss Masters actually has a small part in Lucy Crisp And The Vanishing House. She pops up later in the story and her role is pretty much what you see here- a portrait painting with a twist- naturally. Speaking of which, I hope to have the second chapter ready for early December.
At The Ursula Academy For The Supernaturally Gifted, Fledgling Firestarter Nicholas Burns Arrives On His First Day With His Mother And A Necessary Safety Precaution. Oil on canvas, 18″x24″. For sale on etsy.
This particular theme had so many possibilities. At first I was going to depict Nicholas standing at the front of his class on ‘Speech Day’ as a nervous wreck. There was going to be a trash can on fire in the corner and a very concerned teacher unsure of how to deal with it. The idea was that Nicholas had yet to master his pyrokinetic abilities which had a tendency to flare up during moments of anxiety. It got a little complicated so I opted for his mom and a fire extinguisher instead. That way I could also show some of the exterior of the academy and the pretty hollyhocks.
The French version of my children’s book Miss Moon, will be released in November! Also, it looks like there will likely be an English version of the book released in the spring of 2016! I’ll provide more details as they come. Yippee!
I’ve just stepped back into my studio after a three week hiatus and it feels really weird so it may take a little while to get going again. It was the longest break that I’ve taken from painting and my paintbrushes were all dried up and sad.
Last week I did something that I very rarely do which was to take a vacation. I was coming up on an important birthday (I’m sure you can guess which number I hit) and I wanted to do something very special to celebrate. For years I’ve had a bee in my bonnet about California but I’ve always made up excuses why we couldn’t travel there. Then I realized I was being an idiot as the real reason was because I am terrified to fly.
Trying to describe this phobia to other people who don’t have it is difficult. I come from a family of flyers- my brother is even an airline captain. I’ve flown quite a bit- especially when I was younger as my parents suffer from wanderlust, and I’m familiar with the experience of it. I know the stats and how safe it is, but it doesn’t matter. The second I see the airport and all the planes and the people, my body lurches into a state of panic. I just see fire balls in the sky and want to cry. I’ve never flown with John and although he knew about my fear, he couldn’t believe how deep and menacing it was until he experienced it first hand.
Even before we boarded the plane I went through the Kubler-Ross five stages of grief. There was actually a sixth stage which was blind panic, which I favoured but I also spent a lot of time in denial and depression with the occasional comatose stage of acceptance. I had two solid vodka tonics in me which helped dull these sensations but it wasn’t enough. We boarded the plane and the nice flight attendant gave me another vodka tonic which I chugged back in front of him (much to his horror) before he declared that I belonged in a frat house. The journey itself was fine until we hit turbulence over Utah. It came out of nowhere and it was startling. People screamed- I was one of them and likely the loudest, then I cried and shook for a while. After that, I found myself under the suspicious eye of the flight attendant as I was probably labeled ‘high risk’ or some other term they use for unpredictable drunk artists. John was good- he did his best to console and calm me and he even let me tear the skin off his hand to help distract myself.
However, it was all worth it. California was breathtaking in spite of the drought. We spent some time at Mr. C’s in Beverly Hills before going up the coast to the Biltmore in Montecito and Santa Barbara where I couldn’t get over the ocean views and gorgeous architecture. We went back to Los Angeles and stayed at the magical Chateau Marmont in one of their garden cottages that we nicknamed ‘The Mildred Pierce’ as it was authentically out of the 1940’s and was very special.
The trip back was significantly easier, mostly thanks to the harrowing taxi ride from West Hollywood to LAX in a record breaking 17 minutes. After that, I was more than happy to take my chances with the airplane.
Hello everyone! I’m back and the sale is on! The prices listed in the shop are the full prices so in order to get the 25% discount you have to enter JUMPSTART in the coupon code box at checkout! Sale ends October 8th at 11pm.
It’s been a hectic summer so John and I are putting the shop on vacation mode until Oct 6 so we can have a little down time. The good news is that when we reopen, we will kick things off with a big sale! Every year we have a Black Friday sale for 20% off all prints but last year it turned into a nightmare because there was only a scant four weeks between American Thanksgiving and Christmas. This led to more than our fair share of nail-biting moments as four weeks is often not enough time for orders shipping outside of Canada during holiday season. In an effort to gain the upper hand with shipping, we are attempting an earlier sale (although we still will likely have a Black Friday sale too), but this sale is a special 25% off all prints. Here are the details:
Sale begins Monday October 6th at 9am EST and runs until Wednesday October 8th 11pm EST. The discount is given through an etsy coupon, so please be aware that the price listed is not the sale price. The coupon code is: JUMPSTART (all caps) and you enter it at the etsy checkout in the coupon code box(not the convo box to the seller) to get 25% of the listed price. If the code is not entered correctly or not at all, we may not catch it, and you may not receive your discount.
Hello everyone! I have finally stopped fiddling with the first chapter of my short story, Lucy Crisp And The Vanishing House and it’s all set up and ready for your reading enjoyment. For all you spelling and grammar lovers, I should mention that my book hasn’t crossed paths with a professional editor yet. My husband John did do wonders though with what I gave him. Imagine scraps of wrinkled paper with illegible scribbles, run- on sentences and so many grammar mishaps that I actually heard him wince on a few occasions.
I should also mention that I haven’t decided on a cover yet, I’m still having fun with them so possibly by the time the book is complete we can do some sort of vote for the cover. I will be releasing three to four chapters of the book online (there are six in total) and then I will publish it in physical book form, either myself or I’ll find a publisher wild enough to take it on. All of the original artwork is being held back because I would love to have a real show where people can view the paintings in person, (something that I haven’t done in over ten years) likely when the book is released. In the meantime, I will stock my etsy shop with prints of several of the images.
Lastly, you may want a brief synopsis of the story, and I haven’t quite gotten around to that. It’s sweet and odd and sometimes a little scary- but not too scary. It might be considered a mystery so it’s important to pay attention to the pictures as sometimes they give little clues, sometimes… but not always.
All Hallows’ Eve, Hell’s Kitchen, New York. 1989. 11″x14″, oil on canvas. For sale on etsy.
Alternatively, this painting could be called ‘Awkward Halloween Costumes From the 1980s’.
Halloween is the time of year where I wish I had children so I could dress them up in ridiculously cumbersome Halloween costumes- the kind that would make them exhausted after only a block of trick-or-treating. The cuteness factor would be through the roof though and they would feel better about themselves for having earned that candy. My protestant roots are showing aren’t they?
Shaded Stars, The Home For Retired Showgirls. 20″x24″, oil on canvas. Sold
The other day as I was printing out a ‘Tallulah Shaw Rehearses Before Her Final Show. 1959‘ print, I found myself a little sad. What happens to the Tallulahs of the world after they retire from showbiz? Do they end up eating soup and crackers in a dimly lit studio apartment somewhere south of horrible? Or, do they go someplace very special? In Janetland, it has to be special. So here are a few retirees enjoying their semi-retirement….they don’t let go of those costumes too easily.
You may notice that I used the term ‘showgirls’ loosely as there is at least one or two circus ladies in attendance.
It took every ounce of self-control that I could muster to not correct her neck. I’m really not a stickler for proper proportioning…. you know it. I have huge heads, elongated arms, one leg longer than the other etc etc, but that neck was hard for me. I toned it down a lot, and now she’s just a ballerina in Swan Lake rather than a real swan. Swans are vicious anyway. Are ballerinas?
At The Ursula Academy For The Supernaturally Gifted, Veronica Golighty excelled in Haiku, astronomy, and mathematics. She also enjoyed mid-eighteenth century butterfly paintings, and she had recently perfected the delicate art of levitation. Oil on canvas, 16″x20″. Sold.
Another student at the unusual Ursula Academy. There may be more….we’ll see. By the way, I did re-watch ‘The Fury’ and was just as terrified as I was when I first saw it back in the 80’s. Especially the end. I can’t even talk about it.