Thursday, June 5, 2014

Spring 2014

June issue of Madison Magazine! (In case ya haven't heard...)

It's hard to believe my last post was January 31st! How is that possible?! Well, a LOT has been happening and I'm so very excited to report my little article in this month's Madison Magazine! Also, if you missed the little blog write-up, you can find that here

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The show looks great at the Alicia Ashman Library in Madison. If you haven't stopped by yet, please do so! If traveling to the West Side is a bit far for you, no worries, looks like I will be showing my work on the East Side, as well! Stay tuned for my work being displayed at The Pinney Branch later this summer. (If you are wondering who that good lookin' man is helping me hang the show....you can see his work here!)

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Don't let the road construction stop you from stopping in Johnson Public House this summer! My new series of Wild Animals can be seen while you enjoy the best coffee in town. No kidding.

My plans for the show that goes up at The Firefly Coffeehouse in July are being a bit challenged by some material I need that is on backorder. The show might not be what I had planned, but there will be a show! I work as a barista at this amazing cafe, so stop in this July and say hello! The show goes up July 3.

Oscar with his new painting!

It's been a busy Spring! My son turned 4, and per his request, I made him this painting of a Mama Fox and her kit. If you have interest in commissioning a work of art, please visit this page for details

Friday, January 31, 2014

This is exactly where I want to be...



The show at Johnson Public House in Madison has been a great success. I have sold a few pieces and am currently working on my third commissioned painting. This May I will be showing new work at The Alicia Ashman Library on the West Side.



I love the challenge these pieces give me. Today I was almost in tears over a painting in progress. It was such a terribly wonderful thing. I'm stressed out over something that is mine. My WORK. My doing. This is exactly where I want to be; in my studio, painting.



If you are interested in having a large scale portrait painted of your animal friend, and you like my work, please contact me for details! {nataliewrighthome at gmail}



Friday, November 22, 2013

Animal portraits! Now available as Fine Art Giclee Prints! Yay!!

Giclee prints are in my etsy shop!

These beautiful archival quality giclee prints are now available in my etsy shop! They are 8x10 with a 1" border on 10x12 somerset velvet paper. If you would like one of the animal portraits not listed, or you would like to have it printed larger or smaller, just send me a message on etsy and we'll make it happen!

  8x10 Giclee print with 1" border

Friday, November 15, 2013

Gluten Free Chocolate Peanut Butter Brownie Cookies. You might want to try these...

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These are super easy. You should make them. Here is how:

Preheat oven to 350.
Line baking sheet with parchment paper.

Put the following ingredients in a bowl (I use a KitchenAid stand mixer with the whisk attachment (lucky me, Thanks Aunt Cindy!), you could use an electric mixer.

1 Cup creamy all natural peanut butter
1 Cup Maple Syrup. Grade B if you can get it...
2 Eggs
1/4 Cup dark cocoa powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp Vanilla Extract

Mix it all together. WHIP it. (real good). Keep whipping. Scrape the bowl down. Whip it again. Now you have a pretty wet cookie dough. Drop by the tablespoon onto baking sheet about 2 inches apart. Sprinkle with sea salt if you wish.

Bake for 10 minutes.
Rest on pan for about 1 minute and transfer to cooling rack.
Be amazed.

I'm thinking this could translate well into little cakes....mmmmm. cake.


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Friday, November 8, 2013

New paintings headed to Johnson Public House later this week!

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FINALLY! New work will be hung later this week at the amazing Johnson Public House in Madison! All work is for sale!

I realize that making art makes me VERY happy. I love the creative process. I love the time spent in my studio (extra bedroom/office/storage/my son doesn't have a room because mom needs a studio) tackling a white piece of paper. Arguing with myself. Getting frustrated and then that feeling of accomplishment. I MADE that! And the making is allowing my heart to swell!

I hope that my work will make others happy. When you purchase art, you are supporting happiness. You are encouraging happiness! We all need that. More happy people. We all know this is a crazy messed up world. I'm more broke now than I've ever been. Student loan debt, overdue bills, money borrowed. There are days where it can all seem to suffocate the creative drive. Please know that in purchasing art, you are encouraging happiness! This goes for any handmade item you may be pondering.

We have all grown SO accustomed to CHEAP mass produced everything, that we automatically question the price tag. How long did it take you to make that? I get that question a lot, and while I do agree that it is important for makers to know these details, does it really matter? How long did it take me? It took me 36 years. It took me a lot of trial and error, bad decisions, grand epiphanies, two college degrees, lots of gas money, tubes of paint and lots of time behind the espresso machine making lattes.

The holidays are approaching fast. That time of year when we want to give something special to those we love. Please consider purchasing from a local artist or craftsman. Instead of helping the profits of some huge corporation, you will be helping someone pay the mortgage. It's really that simple. 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

One-of-a-kind handmade cards in my etsy shop

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I went to art school. Twice. I also REALLY LOVE to paint and print on PAPER. I also have been known (in the past) to like to work BIG. These simple facts about me mean that I have been lugging around a LOT of rolled up paintings over the years. Ones that are just too big to put on my own walls, and well...in my opinion, not worth hanging on any one else's walls! (oh some of you have been so lucky! You know who you are....and I'm grateful for your wall space...)

Anyway. For a while I have been thinking about turning these paintings into handmade cards and that is exactly what I have finally gotten around to doing! I just mentioned that I LOVE paper. And oh boy, these cards feel great. They are either on heavy watercolor paper, or the delicious thick archival printmaking paper that soaks in the gesso and acrylic and oils like a dream. Making these have reminded me of making the little Wright Brothers Books that I made in 2012. I'm using the same vintage typing paper (from my grandfather's furniture store) on the inside and there is a very special quality that this adds to the card. It's a tactile experience and one that is difficult to express in photographs. Every card is one-of-a-kind. The text is snipped from vintage magazines and encyclopedias. 

In my etsy shop I am offering the service of typing up a personal note from you! This can be anything you want...from a simple Happy Birthday, a lengthy letter, a favorite poem or lyrics to a song or all of the above!...whatever you feel would make the card even more personal! I'd *love* to help you make that exchange! Or of course you can simply purchase a blank card and do the personalizing yourself! Either way, I think these cards make a statement on their own. They come with a kraft paper envelope and wrapped in an archival plastic sleeve. 


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Saturday, August 10, 2013

Last Monday morning...

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Last Monday morning was wet and cold for the first week in August. It was raining lightly and felt more like October. I drove Oscar to daycare, a beautiful curvy drive through the country that I cherish. I'm a country girl. Those roads are my morning meditation. The last stretch of my route is on Highway 14 South, an old two lane highway that curves its way through farmland, a busy commuter route; speeding cars, semi trucks, huge farm tractors. It's not unusual to come across a crash, part of the highway closed, re-routed. I get to work at the cafe on those mornings and there is chatter about the wreck on 14 and we all shake our heads...I was so close...just seconds away, it could have been me.

It happens in a flash. Those who have experienced it know this. How it happens so fast and yet while its happening, time practically stops. Time is very clearly an illusion. I was just coming around a curve and I hit the gravel on the side of the road just a little. The next thing I know I'm spinning like I'm on ice. I don't know how many circles I did over the road. Apparently I hit a small pole before sliding into and turning around in a deep ditch across the street from what looked like an abandoned body shop. My car was facing the wrong way. In that moment, when I'm spinning I just remember being very aware of the time and very simply thinking this is happening. Here we go. And then my car stopped and I shut it off and I sat there. I gathered the contents of my purse that landed in the backseat. I grabbed my umbrella and hiked up to stand under the awning of the old building to try and stay dry.

An old man came out of the shop. He was small, wore a baseball cap, an old flannel and some amazing leather boots that are probably older than me. I thought the place was empty, so his presence surprised me. He asked if I was okay. I think he tried talking to me, but he couldn't hear and I was pretty speechless. Everything about him reminded me of my dad, if my dad had lived to be in his late 70's. 

When something like that happens we always think it could have been worse. It's true. It could have been so much worse. For those few seconds, during rush hour on a rainy Monday morning, there were no cars in front or in back of me. And, of course, Oscar was safely at daycare. The only thing that got lost in this was my car. I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine. 

I live in an amazing community. I was quickly embraced by those that love me and I'm still feeling that embrace. We take care of each other and that's a beautiful thing. My small crash was nothing compared to others stories I've heard. But it doesn't leave you any less shaken. What if that, what if this.

Those moments when we feel stripped down, the raw sweetness of life is exposed in all its messy metaphors and poetry. We are quickly reminded of how amazing this life is. The heart beat. The embrace. We reach out for help and we reach out to let others know we are okay.

Right now it’s Saturday night and Oscar is away with his daddy on a camping trip. I’m home, drinking a glass of wine, writing, listening to the sounds of the birds, dogs and kids on my street. The sun is beginning to set behind the houses. The ice cream truck drives through the neighborhood.


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