by Ruth | Jul 7, 2011 | Art Classes, Blog Art is Truth, blogging, My Work on Display
I’m interested in the preference of my readers… what you like about my blog vs. my email newsletter. Do you read both? Which do you prefer? Why? I’m hoping you’ll take this short survey… As an incentive, I’m giving away a print of...
by Ruth | Sep 23, 2010 | Art Classes, Art Collectors, Blog Art is Truth, Farm Life, My Work on Display
Autumn is one of my favorite times of the year, when all the hard work a gardener has done over the year culminates in wonderful flavors and colors and textures and scents. I’m always at my busiest, most energetic self at this time of the year. The bustle of...
by Ruth | Sep 17, 2010 | Art Classes, Art Collectors, Blog Art is Truth, blogging, Fun with Art, My Work on Display
It has been a week since I posted, and so much is going on, I barely know what to do first. Priorities are difficult at times like this. I have a couple of things coming up that I need to get ready for: 1. Open Studios of Beavercreek, October 8, 9, & 10, 10 a.m....
by Ruth | May 31, 2010 | Art Classes, Blog Art is Truth, blogging, contest
June 5 will mark the two year anniversary of my blog, and this post will be my 101st post! I thought it would be nice to mark the occasion with an interview with Donna Zagotta. Donna is an accomplished artist & instructor, and she has been one teacher whose class...
by Ruth | May 7, 2010 | Art Classes, Blog Art is Truth, creative process, Uncategorized
I can’t believe time has gotten away from me for so long. It’s been three weeks since I posted! I’m torn between trying to catch up in one long post, or dividing this post into shorter, topic specific posts. I guess that would probably be the best...
by Ruth | Mar 31, 2010 | Art Classes, Blog Art is Truth, My Work on Display
It all started with the orchids 812 Emily Dickinson A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period — When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn,...
