Betty J. Slade

 

  • Cracked Pot

    Artists are deliciously out of balance. We move with the next great idea, not with the world. We are here and we are there, and we don’t seem to go away. We live on another plane, in another world but occupy space here in the now. “What do you do in real life?’ One of my students asked another beginning student. The student responded by telling her what her real life was all about. I jumped into the conversation, half joking and half serious, “Isn’t this real life? I thought I was living …

  • Children of an Artist!

    One of the reasons for I write is to give fellow artists and writers understanding and permission to be who we are. So many times we look to our children for approval and understanding, they want to understand but they can’t until they are older. As a random thinker I kept my household stirred up with fun and art projects, few boundaries and little push on the academics. It is good that I didn’t have a choice to home school. I would have had them at art galleries, museums and doing art project…

  • How do you sign your name?

    I wrote an article some time ago about a speaker who, though her reputation brought big bucks, her life seemed shallow and she didn’t live up to her signature. We walk through life bearing our name and signing it on everything we do. So do we live up to our name or does our name live up to us? Just asking! When I finish a painting, I stand back and look. I come back to it several times, and after doing my best I sign it, and that painting represents me at that time. I’ve signed my name many t…

  • The Old Man and His Mistress

    I recently visited Clovis, New Mexico. People ask me, “Why do you go to Clovis?” I always reply, “My best friend lives there and I love being with her. Clovis also has become my friend.” I met my friend in Albuquerque. She walked into my gallery the first month I had opened. It was 1990. She started moving things around, renaming my paintings and shaking things up. We had an instant friendship. She helped me during those years in the gallery. We found we had many things in common. My friend move…


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