Art Space

Where the Magic Happens

The magic of my art happens with these brushes. Among them are some that belonged to my grandmother, Grace Reeve-Bilger. I inherited her art portfolio, sketches, and supplies when she passed in 2000.

I can recall the times, as a kid, that I sat in her art studio to watch her paint and create. She would describe what she was doing and even shared some of her ideas. Early on, she taught me about how to draw, accurately express eyes, and showed me how to navigate creating natural landscapes.

I never realized that I could paint until the ability just opened up to me over the last few years. Iā€™d like to think that I am channeling some of Grace when painting with her brushes, and I hope she is smiling down on me, or sitting with me when I paint in my studio.

Thank you, grandma.