Early in the afternoon in downtown Phoenix,  November 2008:

There are pebbles and bits of broken glass. hundreds of potsherds, piles of paper and pencils and pencil shavings, cloudy marbles, piles of silk flowers separated from their cunning plastic shapers, leaves, and bits of dried flowers, dried tubes of paint, colorful pots of paint, old scrubby brushes, pieces of tree roots. frames empty and full, stacks of canvases painted and unpainted, glues, varnishes, rusted metal objects and stacks and piles of books and strips of fabrics, a few chairs and tables and an easel and surround Annie as she works. Sketches escape from paper bags and more formal books with protective pages. Right now she is absorbed by making drawings - dense networks of crosshatching and small strokes build in a short quick gesture or construct with broad sweeps of color or black on white or more often white on black  It's the plants and pebbles and glass and pottery, a discarded bit of paper that finds t's way as the subject on the paper. She says,"Someday when I am old I will begin a professional art career. Right now I am just too busy." There is a vast amount of brilliant work here in the studio, piled and stacked and framed and displayed on the walls in the small rotunda in the front of her space. She has two degrees in painting and drawing so one wonders what being a professional artist might mean. That she has no gallery representation is always a surprise. That she can pay the studio costs by sales at her open studio events is one mesasure of success. But the fact is, so few people see her work.

E.Martin

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Memento box 8 hall closet, 48 x 48, acrylic on canvas    1998-2006

Garden of delights, 24 x 24, collage and acrylic on board    2004