Papa found a quiet place to sit beneath the canopy of a coconut tree while the sun sank below the horizon on the other side of the island. The sky faded to a soft blue as muted hues of lemon yellow and violet ever so gently highlighted the water. As the moon rose, a serenity fell upon Caye Caulker and the day's vibrant energy faded into the calm magic of a Caribbean night.
I've found myself entangled in a love that transcends space and time. It echoes through the trade wind breeze and lingers across open water, ebbing and flowing through my veins as I accept this overwhelming bliss, coupled with ardent desire, as I yearn for his powerful embrace. -Sketches from the Heart of a Texas Artist
A mentor of mine was helping me with goal setting and asked me to create a piece of art that illustrates where I see myself in one year. When I painted this, I hadn't had an opportunity to visit the Caribbean in years, but I knew that I wanted to spend time there. Within a year after painting this, I've visited Belize three times. I've developed a relationship with a significant other, have established a group of friends, and am seeking out gallery representation in San Pedro... what I'm getting at is... don't be shy about what you want and where you want to be. Put your dreams on paper and interact with them regularly and you'll find yourself there faster than you could ever imagine. xoxo - Margaret Elizabeth Hulse
I awoke to a scorching sun beating down on my face. Scanning the horizon, I spied a port in the distance. Hungry and thirsty, I adjusted my sails and headed landward. Awestruck by the horizon where the tall landscape met the serenity of the sea, my head began to spin. I grabbed the mast and took some time to recover my balance. My dehydrated mind pounded with the rhythm of the waves. -Sketches from the Heart of a Texas Artist
If I cannot be somewhere physically, then I'll write about it and illustrate it and breathe it in and meditate on it until I find myself there... this new saltscrubbed water color illustrates the vibrant energy of the Caribbean Sea and its surrounding islands. If you look at it long enough, you can start to feel the warm, trade wind breeze blowing through your hair, smell the salty scents from the easterly wind, and hear the sounds of the waves as they slowly tumble upon one another.
$600 As I stared down the dusty, west Dallas street, certain that had abolished the dark shadow of despair, I allowed myself a moment to revel in the tranquility of its absence. Only for a moment, though. Because as soon as one wight lifted from my shoulders, I was struck by another. This wasn't over. This would be an ongoing battle: an introspective journey in search of this shadow's ultimate cremation. Leading against the gallery door, my pencil placed on the hot-pressed paper of my sketchbook, I lightly sketched a conjured vision.
I looked down and saw the limned shape of a monohull sailboat, floating in the South Padre Island bay as the sun hung lazily about the horizon. I placed my sketchbook back in my bag next to my revolver... -Sketches from the Heart of a Texas Artist
saltscrubbed watercolor, goache, acrylic on canvas
24" x 30"
I took a deep breath and accepted all of the beauty that surrounded me. As I approached the summit, I looked out upon the Texas Hill Country. I was as close to the heavens as I could be. -Sketches from the Heart of a Texas Artist
Iron like a Lion
Salt-scrubbed watercolor on paper
21" x 28"
"I wanna be Iron, like a Lion, in Zion." -Bob Marley
I truly loved living in Austin. It's the city where I met Bradley and began my career as a professional artist. I developed my creative vision in a ten by ten foot upstairs studio that overlooked an old ash juniper tree that stood alone and littered it's berries in my overgrown backyard. I lived in a sleepy, older, overgrown neighborhood, but it was only going to remain overgrown for so long. By the time I left austin, the city had succumbed to more growth than it could keep up with. -Sketches from the Heart of a Texas Artist