Artist watercolor
My excuse for not writing much: Luther
I have a real good excuse!
A gift for James on his 50th birthday — a home
Brought tears, it did
After years of living on the streets, James gets the keys to his own apartment the day after he turns 50. Photo by Michelle Gabel.
A few weeks ago I asked my homeless friend James what he thought about his upcoming 50th birthday.
“It’s just another day,” he said as he sorted returnable bottles and cans before taking them to the redemption center. “Just another day.”
James couldn’t have been more wrong. He turned 50 today; tomorrow he gets the keys to his own apartment. If there’s a better birthday present, I’d like to see it.
Thanks to the efforts of a variety of people who know and admire him, James is finally off the streets — where he’s been for more than half his life.
Today, James’ friends and supporters helped him celebrate his 50th and the beginning of a new chapter. The mayor of Syracuse, Stephanie Miner, attended…
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Crazy time
Not us, just very busy with having money, not.
Our life is back with us as a couple again! Anyone who has been reading me knows.
Here’s Tuesday, sat outside under an umbrella and did three quartersheet watercolors. Here’s one: copyright me, as always. Don’t steal. Yes, for sale. Two hundred fifty as is.
Happy Thursday!
Welcome to the Bowling Season, Everybody, Now!
Funny guy. My best funny name is Dr. Sleeper, an anesthesiologist
Yes, I’m among the throng who got back to the lanes last week. A card-carrying member of the USBC, for which I pulled an extra $20 out of my pocket for the honor. And, yes, I do consider this a sport. Not the way I perform it, perhaps, with my average that ended at 163, near the bottom of my 12-team league last year. Also, I do not own a button-down bowling shirt of the kind you see if you’ve stopped on a bowling tournament on TV.
Tastes best from a brown bottle, said Chris Schenkel. (Photo from Wiki page)
Which I did every week as a kid, with my parents, watching guys named Earl Anthony and Johnny Petraglia and Dick Weber rolling strike after strike. No, those aren’t funny names. The announcer on ABC, though, was Chris Schenkel, and he also used to make a commercial that merely supported…
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GROW UP, PLEASE
The English Professor at Large
Where are the snows of yesteryear? Where are the ethics of yesteryear? Where are the politicians of yesteryear?
Where is the dignity of FDR?
Where is the straight-forwardness of Truman?
Where is the intelligence of JFK?
Where is the charisma of Reagan?
(I’m giving both sides a voice).
What we seem to have now is Who is King of the Hill? Who can pee further? Whose are largest? little boy games. And at the head of the slide on the playground is Billionaire Bully, the Ugly American. self-appointed emperor with no clothes.
Where is the common sense, let’s speak rationally, let’s negotiate, let’s listen to the people and find ways to better the situation without resorting to mud pies, insults, and temper tantrums?
This our country and human beings at stake, not the playthings of Congress and all politicians.
Wednesday hot, humid, cool all one day
And we picked today to make stuffed peppers. Anyway, fan(s) here is another painting which I hope you will want to buy. Blatant sales pitch.
Here’s my selfie. I learned what a selfie was purely by accident on G+. Saw a group called selfies and posted this. All kinds of people said ‘how did you do this?’ Now I know what I painted. Hee hee.
And from out of nowhere
I’m back. We have been doing real estate stuff, trying to stave of the wolves. Today’s featured painting is from the one-me show at the Y in Fayetteville, NY. This one is going to Tacoma, WA where a librarian—30 years my friend—lives. Beverly Choltco-Devlin hauled most of of our little neighborhood into the 21st century, the Internet.
Time to fess up
Canna-Coffee Creamer
Great info here
If you are like me you love your coffee. For me I have a cup of coffee in my hand until around noon everyday. But what if you wanted add Cannabis to your coffee; how would you do that?
First you are going to make cannabis heavy cream and it is easy to make as well.
What you need:
1 cup heavy cream
4 grams of ground cannabis
Step 1 Decarb cannabis (240F one hour).
Step 2 Bring cream to boil and add cannabis.
Step 3 Reduce to simmer after cannabis is added. Stir often for 1 hour.
Step 4 Strain through cheese cloth into a jar.
Refrigerate cream and it is good till expiration date on carton of your cream.
Add 1-2 Tablespoons to your coffee
(I also add a little bit of regular creamer as well)
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Wild Wednesday … Wild Woods Pup!
Monday Monday
Medical Cannabis Travel Bag
I lost a couple friends
This week, Ron Carey, longtime journalist on local-to-Syracuse media died. I did not know hi well, but admired his honesty and doggedness.
And then, longtime cartoonist friend, Randy Glasbergen died.
We’ve lost people who teach us and I just wanted to write that.
Martha
Grannie Drone Song
As I age, she sings my song too
Alleged, dead, drone
What?
I don’t know if they would go that far to get rid of the Grannies … Sure hope not
Alleged, dead, drone … Dead by drone … Dead by drone … Dead by drone
Stop it George … That is a depressing mantra …
Besides a more likely scenario is dead by neglect.
Yes George, I know what you mean … Me? You really want to know? Well … Since you ask … Well George … It’s like this … No salary for … Well let’s just say a very long time and … Yes I do realize there are those worse off and by the way …that extra fat around my middle … No it is not epicurean in origin … More like macaronian I’d say.
What do I do now? I tried to save a bit for emergencies and to give my grandkids a graduation…
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Day 351 – Tomato Pie Time!!
Drooling at drawing and recipe
Nothing says summer like an heirloom tomato pie! I made two tomato pies today and since this recipe is frequently requested I decided to draw it.
I am going to take u thru it as the recipe evolved.

The pie fresh out of the oven. Lots of yellows, yellow ochre, burnt sienna, burnt umber, cad red light, green apatite and dark neutrals.

The ink sketch. I usually pencil in a recipe to be sure I don’t run out of room for anything. Then I ink it.
I laid in a yellow wash first. And dropped bits of yellow ochre, burnt sienna, burnt umber, cad red light, green apatite and dark neutrals while the pie was still wet.

Line green background added and more dark neutral around for the pies edge inside the crust.

I added the cad red line because as usual I smeared the bottom edge into the white…
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I ate a fresh, warm peach today
Otherwise…
Here we go again – entering the Comica/Cape/Observer graphic short story contest
Neat comic books
It’s that time of year again: entries are open for the sixth Observer/Comica/Cape graphic short story competition.
I’ll post my completed entry after the closing date, but for now here are some pictures showing work in progress.
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And another heading to Dave’s Diner
This one will be at Dave’s Diner in beautiful Cazenovia, NY tomorrow
As a member of Cazenovia Arts, we hang paintings, probably every month. So get ’em while they’re hot!
I am a watercolor painter, iPad artist, draw, paint daily. Thanks for reading and looking. And, BTW for the the thoughts you send. This one is $350, matted and framed. I call it “Pinky.”
ps. Copyright mine. Don’t steal.
Today
I want to thank everyone who reads about my adventures. My husband has PTSD has the result of a career-ending work accident. I have been researching help and trying to live with him at the same time. He wants a divorce, but plans to stay for another year.
Living with a person with major depression and PTSD is juggling all the time. He has tried suicide, raged at me and others, spent several periods on a psych ward. The key thing, which I recently learned on the VA website is that I never know who I will wake up to.
The thing is I know it is a disease and that I love him. We have been married 30 years. He was injured and suffers pain daily. I am at the end of my own stress rope. Finally started seeing my own doctors to take care of me.
He loves me and says so daily. We are broke, but I have a gallery asking after me, and I am trying to figure out how to upload images to an online shop which sells cards, etc. I paint every day.
Thanks for reading. If you are full of ideas or want to buy a piece, please ask.
Martha
Small sketch, coffee and inktense pencils. Tom McCobb painting
Here’s another painting
This is one of my watercolors from my one-peep show at the YMCA in Fayetteville, NY. I finally went to doctor yesterday, only to get stuck for about a gallon (seemed like) of blood. My life is still way stressful, but I am happy to say my husband has been very supportive.
By the way, I see this one as a tulip. See ya.
Oriental lily, promise paintings soon
Sketching With Friends
Haven’t sketched en plein air much with iPad. But I will
Gwen, her husband Phil, and their granddaughter Maya came into the city for some catching up, sketching and lunch. The plan was to walk down Nassau Street but we were all a bit taken aback by how ordinary it has become. While Gwen, Phil and Maya went into TJ Max’s (see what I mean by ordinary?) for some emergency sneakers, Benedicte, Shirley and I spotted an interesting sculpture in a space walled in by a variety of buildings.
The large sculpture is “Group Of Four Trees” created by Jean Dubuffet and I deemed it too complex to attempt so I concentrated on the older buildings just beyond it to the right. That’s what I’m drawing in the photo below but both Benedicte and Gwen were braver and did their versions. Benedicte even managed to also get the buildings in.
iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Sketch Club and ArtRage
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For today: Knock yer socks off orange
Calico on her rocker v.2
I just love the way he draws and humour
By request, here’s me now
Just found this photo of me in my twenties
Happy fourth
Remember “stop the world, I want to get off!”?
that’s the kind of week we’re having. PTSD has my husband in its fearful grip again. He is smart and knew to go to Family Counseling and ask to be taken to CSEP at St. Joseph’s in Syracuse. The world is just too much with us.
So please be patient with me and I’ll be back to toss paintings in front of you. Sooner or later, someone’s going to ask how much? Lately I have been painting mostly quartersheets (11 x 15″) in watercolor and then mounting them on gallery wrap canvas. Needs no glass or heavy stuff. I waterproof them as well.
See ya
Cannabis Now Legal in Oregon
Yippee. Now if can just get there. Thank you, Fibroman
I got this image from Operation Grow4Vets Facebook page.
“Spread Cannabis Knowledge!”
FibroMan.com
NJ Marijuana-oil bill for schools passed by legislature
’bout time
A bill that would allow children with certain debilitating conditions to take marijuana oil while attending school has been passed by the New Jersey legislature and is headed to the desk of Gov. Christie.Only children who had been issued marijuana identification cards by the state Health Department would be eligible for the treatment. The Senate granted final approval Monday after the Assembly voted in favor of an identical bill.“We’re talking about some of the state’s most severely disabled students, some of whom suffer life-threatening seizures, and medical marijuana is the only thing that has helped ease their condition,” said Assembly Majority Leader Louis D. Greenwald (D., Camden), who sponsored the bill with Pamela Lampitt (D., Camden). In recent months, parents of students who suffer from seizure disorders have appealed school policies that prohibit the use of marijuana on school grounds even by children with marijuana IDs, according to…
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One more for today
Another from my show
When an Atheist can quote scripture better than you
Well written.
A sample
This is one of the paintings at the YWCA in my, ahem, show. I will be offering prints, but haven’t decided who to use. Redbubble, Cafépress. There are so many. Any suggestions would be wonderful.
This is “feeder fodder for the birds,” which won me a finalist position in the Artist Magazine 2013 Annual contest. It is framed, watercolor, $500.
Copyright, as always mine.
One-woman (me) art show up
If you happen to live near the Fayetteville YMCA, I just hung a bakers’ dozen of watercolors there.
And they are for sale at reasonable prices. Nice place, very nice people.
Sample. Most are 16 x 20 inches. Watercolor on paper mounted on canvas. This one’s called “Get yer mammo,” my annual nag. I am now six years clear of breast cancer.
Thanks to everyone reads me, even when I don’t make sense. M
Peony
‘Community Build’ house looking more like a home
Good stuff to report
This ‘Community Build’ house will soon be home to three men from the Rescue Mission of Greater Syracuse.
The “Community Build” project in Syracuse to house three formerly homeless men is nearing completion.
Two months ago, a group of us from Upstate Medical University spent a day volunteering at the property, which was in pretty sad shape.
We went back Friday to do more work, and the house is looking more like a home. The three men are slated to move in by the end of July.
It’s an exciting transformation to behold. On our first visit in April, I wondered why anyone would bother to try to save the house from demolition.
Assorted volunteer groups have been helping contractors in many phases of the project. I’ll post another update this summer when the work is done.
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Said well
Per my promise, here’s one that really got hosed
Monday Monday
it has been gray for days but I painted enough last week to make my feet swell. I love, love watercolor outside. Spray it with the hose, it mutates. Put some of the new Golden grounds (goo that stiffen so) to work too. My feet are still bluish from the staining pigments. So today, hmmmm… This one? Done, I think.
A return to the old home course brings back memories
Fact-filled funny guy writes good
When we picked up our three play-for-just-the-cart-fee coupons at the Syracuse Golf Show back in March, KP, Tater and I decided to save Seven Oaks for last.
We all held the 18 designed by prominent architect Robert Trent Jones in high esteem. Tater had followed many rounds of The Post-Standard Amateur there when he covered golf as his beat for the big daily. KP and I had played there together back when I had been a member in …
… the 1990s, I told the guy behind the desk as I handed over my coupon and $25 as I signed in Thursday morning an hour in advance of our 10:30 a.m. tee time.
Fifteen years back, in my past life, when I lived just down the road in Morrisville, I had a family membership with my daughter Elisabeth’s mother Diane for the better part of that decade.
I hadn’t played…
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silence
is golden?
Painting my way to two shows. Stay tuned. Things looking up
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Worldly Encounters.”
summertime, sung by Billie Holliday
worldly stuff happens all the time in here. Some say extra worldly.
Day three and four
Watching paint dry
Dear reader(s)
I have not been sharing much of my actual life here. So here’s a summary. Trauma beyond trauma last August. I am trying to live that, live with that and him and heal into our thirty third year. Strange paintings have come out. I guess what I read is that I just have to let go with the watercolor and what’s left of my brain does the rest.
I would like to replace my roof. We have half what we need.
I don’t have a stove.
I have a lot of paint. So her goes hot in the sun marathon. Outside, barefoot, throwing it like I have it. My hair fell out so I cut it myself. still falling. still cutting.





































