I paint silk, throw pots and collage poetry books & cards in my enchanted adobe studio in Pilar, New Mexico.

At the Sacred Heart Cafe, I make art to feed the hungry heart. Open all night, a warm place to wander and browse, savor and enjoy.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Dancing Skeleton Beaded Earrings, Pendants and Ornaments

This skelly has jointed arms so they wiggle and jiggle. The skulls are handmade with paper mache, then hand painted and beaded with a black and white glass bead, sea opalite and seed beads. Too cute.

Open Studio is Coming SOON!

Save these dates: Sat Oct 18, Sun Oct 19, Sat Oct. 25, Sun Oct. 26!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Fishing North Idaho

At large, from the panhandle of North Idaho, fishing every day with my husband....I'll post a picture this evening. We fish from dawn to dusk, and have waded into and enjoyed the beauty of rivers (Moyie, Clark Fork, Coeur d'Alene, St. Joe's) and lakes (Spirit, Mirror, Jewel, Cocolala). My soul battery is charged full!

Monday, September 1, 2008

Wedding Bells Ring for Marti and Kathy!

Saturday, Aug. 30, 2008 was a perfect day for a wedding. My Halcyon friends Marti and Kathy exchanged their vows under the silk chuppah. Surrounded by their large families and a warm circle of friends, they sealed their hearts forever. You can see them at the bottom of the photo, blissed out!

This was one of the most rewarding custom silks I have ever designed and painted. I loved the entire process. To see the chuppah being carried by four long time friends, under a clear blue California sky was a blessed joy. It doesn't get much better than this for me.

PattyMara's Sacred Heart Cafe's Fan Box

Micaceous Clay Pottery from DolphinSmile Studio

Micaceous Clay Pottery from DolphinSmile Studio
click on the photo to go to my online shop for mica clay cups, bowls, Sacred Hearts and jewelry

The Value of Play in Creativity

"The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves."

C. G. Jung