LEAN2 creative works
  • Home
  • Portfolio
    • Animal - Vegetable - Mineral
    • Eat - Grow - Gather
    • Build - Move - Make
    • Messy - Sketchy - Stuff
  • Shop
  • About | Contact
  • Blog

MUSHROOMS!

11/7/2017

 
Well boy howdy, who knew mushrooms were so darn interesting??  I did not.  To be honest, the first time I decided to take myself on out to the Mount Pisgah Mushroom Festival a few years ago, I thought well OK, it's something to do but what's the big deal?  But good-heavens-good-gracious-good-golly I was wrong about that!  It is a beautiful and fascinating array that educates while it wows and entertains. The variety of species is remarkable, the colors and shapes and details a true delight.  If you are local and have never been, you must go in the future!  You must!

Like the Wildflower Festival in the Spring, there are tables and tables feet-upon-feet-upon-feet long all loaded up with amazing displays of nature's bounty: 'shrooms this time, collected by the mycologically knowledgable, and arranged beautifully amid mosses and branches and the odd skull or two.  

Alas, I did not get to see much in the way of the display this time, so the mushroom-diaplay photos are from 2015.  I was busy all day womaning my art-vendor booth, where I sold art prints and cards and stickers, and the first design in my new line of t-shirts.  It was great fun once again to get to meet all y'all who dropped through.  I enjoyed chatting about art and nature and all manner of things.  Thanks to everyone who came out to support the Arboretum, and also my art!  (I am happy to say that 20% of my gross sales for the day went to support the Arboretum.)

Thanks again as well to all my supportive friends, especially the talented Kimberly Munn, who helped me out during the Festival.  In addition to being a highly skilled jeweler, she is a very fine photographer, and took the photo of me with my booth.  (Don't hold her responsible for the other pictures, tho... any she took would undoubtedly be much better!)  You can find her elegant, hand-made artisan jewelry at her Etsy shop, Revelling.
Photo of mushroom display at the 2015 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival.  © 2015 Melinda Nettles | LEAN2creativeworks
Photo of mushroom display at the 2015 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival.  © 2015 Melinda Nettles | LEAN2creativeworks
Photo of mushroom display at the 2015 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival.  © 2015 Melinda Nettles | LEAN2creativeworks
Mushroom display at the 2015 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival.
Picture
Me with my booth at the 2017 Mount Pisgah Mushroom Festival (sporting my new Howie the Dog t-shirt)! Photo by all-around-creative-person and jeweler extraordinaire Kimberly Munn © 2017.
Photo of set-up day at the 2017 Mount Pisgah Mushroom Festival, Eugene, OR.  © 2017 Melinda Nettles | LEAN2creativeworks
Saturday's festival set-up day was all blue skies and sunshine! Not so the day of the fete, which was rather gray and damp. The spirits of the festival-goers did not suffer, however; all were cheerful, and the turn-out was fantastic!

JACKRABBITS ON TOUR!

7/11/2017

 
Picture
That's right, folks: the jackrabbits are off to spend some time at ColdFire Brewing!  After their delightful stay down at Noisette this summer, they have decided they have a taste for travel... Especially if it involves locally crafted, delightful food and drink.  The folks at ColdFire have invited me to hang my art in their fine establishment for the months of August and September.  I installed the bunnies this morning, along with their goat and owl friends and a family of fieldmice.  

I hope you'll stroll down with your own friends and have a pint, made for you right on site by the Hughes family, and of course also a burger from HayBaby, the food cart that lives out front. You'll find ColdFire Brewing at 263 Mill Street, Eugene.  I myself plan to be there on Wednesday evening for some beverage and vittles and some good chatter with fine friends in a lovely, welcoming space.  Perhaps I shall see you there!
Picture
Picture

BOOTH KELLY MAKERS MART - THIS FRIDAY

7/11/2017

 
Come on down to the inaugural Booth Kelly Makers Market this Friday, July 14 from 5-8 p.m.!  I will be there selling my wares (including new stuff!) and answering questions about my art.  There will be a variety of artists and other makers exhibiting and selling their work under the shelter of the old Booth Kelly mill.  The Market will be a stop on the Springfield Second Friday Artwalk, which starts at 5:30 at the Emerald Art Center.  A mighty fine excuse to have an stroll on a fine summer's evening, don't you think so?
Picture

NOISETTE show!

6/7/2017

 
Drawing of pastries, baguette, and strawberries.  Technical pen, colored pencil, and digital tomfoolery.  © 2017 Melinda R. Nettles
Yes, friends, I do think Noisette Pastry Kitchen deserves an exclamation point.  It is, no doubt, my favorite spot in Eugene for pastries and pie and cookies and, well... pretty much every culinary indulgence in the realm of baked goods.  And mighty fine savories too.  And tea.  And coffee. And such a lovely space and friendly owners and staff.  And and and.  

Which is why I am very pleased - very pleased indeed! - to tell you that  my paintings will be hanging there for the months of July and August.   

I hope you will get a chance to go down, get yourself a scrumptious Gibassier , my oh my, or just keep it simple with a perfect butter croissant, and hang out with my jackrabbits and goats and owls and suchlike, who will be the stars of the show!  Over on the right there are a couple of them, to tempt you in.  (Perhaps it is only me, but it seems nothing could be quite so nice as having French pastries with a jackrabbit. I wonder if those bunnies would enjoy a small sip or two of your Cafe au Lait?)
Painting of a goat, on a blue background.  Gouache and graphite.  © 2016 Melinda R. Nettles
Painting of a jackrabbit with some prickly-pear cactus and suchlike.  Watercolor and graphite.  © 2016 Melinda R. Nettles

WILDFLOWERS!

6/1/2017

 
Two Sundays back, I had such a delightful day. I spent it hawking my art-wares in a small tent, longish grass sprinkled with those little white lawn daisies and nice-smelling herby things beneath my feet, a small brook lined with willowy things and spring-green trees behind me, a temporary village of similar tents beside and before me, meadows of wildflowers and oaks beyond and, a little more distant, fir-covered slopes rising toward a miraculously sunny blue sky (in this valley of western Oregon these things indeed seem miraculous when one is at the end of the Gray Season).  In between the tents were festival-goers of all sorts: kids of all sizes, mamas and papas and grandparents, and oodles of other grown-ups solo and in groups, of all ages and dress.  Many were clad in flowery garments befitting the event: Mount Pisgah Arboretum's annual Wildflower Festival.  It's a nature-education themed day, with nature walks and talks, plus live music, food, native plant and art vendors.  It is a fund-raiser for this lovely open space reserve that, I'm told, has been held since the 1980s.  Now that's a nice long run!

​And no wonder.  I do declare, a celebration of wildflowers: what a good idea is that, no?  The main event is a hall filled with big long tables of every sort of wildflower you can imagine (photos below).  It's all stuff that grows around here, with labels that tell you what it is, if it's native or something else, and suchlike. It is beautiful, fascinating, and informative.  A real treat.  If you are local, and have not been, do go next year. You will be pleased you did, yes indeedy.

One of the things I love about this show is that the specimens are displayed in vases and jars of all shapes and sizes.  It is as if there was a call to all involved to bring every vase they had on the back shelves of the pantry, tucked up in the attic behind the Christmas decorations, up in the unreachable-cabinet above the fridge, next to the home-canned tomatoes in the larder, gathering dust beside the curious assortment of fasteners at the back of the workbench in the garage, nestled beside the hose-valve washers and other oddments in the potting shed, or tucked back behind the hen feed in that cubby behind the chicken house, and bring it on down on to loan for the day.  There is an individuality and humanity to the assortment of vessels that I find heartening.  It also makes for a good game of instant history... trying, for example, to invent the backstory for the green glass crystal-cut vase that reminds me somehow of being in my grandparents house in New Mexico, especially the pantry, and its cool concrete floor, its open screen door through which the smell of dry grass wafted, and its tall cabinet doors, painted in that 1950s forest-service green.  But I digress.

At any rate, it was such a delightful day; it was my first festival as an art vendor, and I am inclined to mark it down as a success!  I had such a nice time talking to browsers and buyers about the art and its subjects.  I chatted about art technique with lots fellow folk-who-draw-and-paint, which was good fun.  And so many of you who came through shared with me stories about goats and deserts and jackrabbits and fireflies, the current obsession - I mean focus -of my paintings.  

I was so nice to find that my paintings of critters and plant-scapes conjured memories for so many people.  Among other subjects, I got to chat about cholla (Cylindropuntia) and its stunning landscape (and the jackrabbits who live there) with people from the Sonoran desert of Arizona.  It is not every day that I get to talk about cholla; it's one of my favorite plants, with a reputation for grabbing people, who soon learn to steer clear.  I also learned, from festival-goers who grew up in the lands where fireflies roam, that there is a regional distinction in nomenclature: fireflies or lightning bugs, depending on where you grew up.  I am forgetting the lines of divide, but I shall make it a subject of survey at future festivals. (Perhaps someday I shall make an artsy map to show the distinct lightning-bug/firefly regions!)

So, I hope you enjoy the photos if you did not make it out this year.  And!  The fall equivalent, The Mount Pisgah Mushroom Festival is coming up on October 29th.  Imagine those tables filled with mushrooms instead of wildflowers, and you get the idea.  It is similarly fascinating and well worth a visit.  I plan to be there as a vendor, and hope to see you there!   
Photo of the wildflower display at the 2016 Mt. Pisgah Wildflower Festival.  Eugene/Springfield, OR.
The wildflower display 2016 Festival.
Photo of the wildflower display at the 2016 Mt. Pisgah Wildflower Festival.  Eugene/Springfield, OR.
More scenes from the wildflower display at the 2016 Festival.
Photo of sierra pea plant at the 2016 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival, Eugene/Springfield, OR.
Lovely Sierra peas, at the 2016 Festival.
Photo of the big oaks and a meadow of wildflowers.  On set up day for the 2017 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival.
Under the oaks, in the quiet morning before the crowds, on Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival day. Sunday 21 May 2017!
Detail photo of a meadow of wildflowers, 2017 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival.
Wildflower meadow on the morning of the 2017 Wildflower Festival.
Photo of wildflower specimens in in various vases at the 2016 Mt. Pisgah Wildflower Festival.
Wildflower specimens in their various vessels, at the 2016 Wildflower Festival (not time to photograph them this year!).
Photo of Lewis' Mockorange (Philadelphus lewisii) at the 2016 Mt. Pisgah Wildflower Festival.
Lewis' Mockorange (Philadelphus lewisii), a shrub native to the Cascades, Willamette Valley, and Coast Range of Oregon, at the 2016 Festival.
Photo of Melinda Nettles' / LEAN2creativeworks booth at the 2017 Mt. Pisgah Wildflower Festival, Eugene/Springfield, OR.
My booth at the 2017 Wildflower Festival... not AT ALL a bad place to spend the day...
Picture
I arrived early, before the neighbors began to come. This was the scene... beautiful, quiet, serene. Glad to have gone early. Note that there was even a hawk there to help set the mood.
Photo of Smith's Fairybells, Fairy lanterns (Prosartes smithii), at the 2016 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival, Eugene/Springfield, OR.
Smith's Fairybells, Fairy lanterns (Prosartes smithii), a lily native to the Cascades, Willamette Valley, and Coast Range of Oregon, at the 2016 Festival.
Photo of all sorts of buttercups at the 2016 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival, Eugene/Springfield, OR.
All manner of different sorts of buttercups, at the 2016 Festival.
Photo of harsh paintbrush (castilleja hispida var. hispida) at the 2016 Mount Pisgah Wildflower Festival, Eugene/Springfield, OR.
Harsh paintbrush (Castilleja hispida var. hispida) at the 2016 Festival.
P.S.: I would like to send out a hearty thanks to some of the people who helped me make this first art show adventure a success.  Thanks to Juli Brode and Greg Slowik/Greg Slowik Design, for the loan of their drill press.  Thanks to Nancy and Boomer McNaught, of Boomer's Grilled Brats and More (...like jerkey. Yum.), for the loan of the green tent and instruction in its operation. Thanks to uncommonly fine land-people Bill & Carolyn for letting me test the operation in the back parking lot, helping me lug the tent in and out of the basement 68 times, and coming by to say hi on the day of the Festival.  And thank you to dear friends KT&GT, & KW, who came by to see me and buy a few things!  You warmed my heart.  Thanks y'all.

BRICKS & MORTAR ( COFFEE, TOO! )

12/2/2016

 
I am very happy to announce that my stickers and cards can now be purchased in person, at a real live brick & mortar location!  Yes friends, if you live in the Eugene-Springfield area, take a mosey over to the Washburne Cafe on Main Street in Springfield.  New owners Charlie Hester and Derek Weber have a nice little retail area featuring local folks' goods.

Get yourself a nice turkey-cranberry sandwich and a cappuccino, with a side of Farm Animals stickers.  And for desert? A cupcake and a box of holiday cards, of course!  Enjoy your tasty eats in this most-delightful historic building, in a nice bright and cheerful space with exposed brick walls, and tote home your happy purchases, all the while knowing you are supporting local businesses!  What could be more satisfying? 

P.S.: A packet of Farm Animals stickers would make a very nice Hanukkah gift, don't you think so?  And a small fireflies card or print, or a message of peace a very fine Hanukkah greeting?
Photo of a card featuring fieldmice watching a display of fireflies.
Interior of the Washburne Cafe, Springfield Oregon.
Retail area of the Washburne Cafe, Springfield Oregon.
Photo of card sets featuring flittering, twittering birds and a message of peace.

HERE & THERE

9/1/2016

 
The edge between forest and marsh, Audubon Wildlife Sanctuary, Wellfleet, MA.
The forest-marsh edge at the Audubon Wildlife Sanctuary, Wellfleet, MA.
Salt marshes.  Tides.  Lighthouses.  Kettle ponds. Crabs.  Lots of them, large and small;  the Horseshoes, giant and prehistoric,  the Fiddlers, with their one giantly oversized claw, hurrying scurrying into their tiny little holes when human-folk show up.  Oysters.  Striped sea bass.  The bay and the sea.  Short trees.  Voles and mice and chipmunks and bunnies.  Whales!  Seals! Sand!  Lots of sand.  

These are strange and wonderful things! These are things that are not on the front doorstep if you are at the end of my home valley in Oregon, land of very tall trees and mossy-ferny things.  But! They are a dime a dozen out yonder on Cape Cod! Indeed they are.  

And that, friends, is where I have been. Neglecting my shop, forgetting my daily habits, and instead standing on the beach with an easel and brush, covered in sunscreen and tick repellant, and happy as, well, a clam.  And learning oh oh so very very very much about art and light and nature and creatures of all sorts.  Including artists, fascinating and wonderful creatures indeed.  

My purpose was to build my skills, and get inspiration from a new landscape.  My formal education on the Cape was taken Truro Center for the Arts at Castle Hill.  For five consecutive weeks I studied with a string of lovely teachers and artists: Nancy McCarthy helped me hone my color knowledge with nature as a lens; Lisbeth Firmin taught us her method of abstraction and color and vibrating edges and many other things, with Provincetown as our focus; Larry Horowitz showed us beach charcoal and orange flickering backgrounds and dramatic skies;  Hannah Niswonger held a class full of fantastic lessons in the art of good teaching, and art process (including the "swamp method" for mixing plaster - a most important skill), and how to make soul-satisfying ceramic animals;  and from Suzanne Siegel, a robustly fortified toolbox of watercolor tricks and ever-so-useful tidbits.   

I did not go in to this adventure with the idea that I will become a landscape painter or a ceramicist (though my opinion on this may have changed after the fact... I had a great deal of fun with both!), but instead to take a heap of classes that would help me experiment with my art in a more oblique way. I aimed to learn more about color and composition and abstraction and rendering light with truth, and just learning how to handle a brush more deftly.  I took the ceramics class largely because I fell in love with the goat sculpture used to plug the class in the catalog, but reasoned that it would be a bit like studying a building in a 3-d model in order to understand it better, as one does in the land of architecture from which I hail. And so it was! And much, much more: the medium is not my usual, but it is still all about form and shadow and mark-making, and creating creatures of character, and not overthinking what you are doing.

​My informal education was taken every afternoon after class, in the marshes and on the shore, in the galleries and museums, the ice-creameries and the boulangerie, on the docks, at the produce stands, and under the dramatic light of this place's very special sky.  

More on these things soon, I hope, for there was much learned that might interest you.  Like the very long history of arty folks on the Cape... Edward Hopper, and the Provincetown art colony, and other such things.  For now, I will leave you with these few snaps of the work I did and the places I went!  

----
P.S.: The shop is back open!
Photo of water lilies on Silver Spring Brook, Audubon Wildlife Sanctuary, Weellfleet, MA.
Water lilies on Silver Spring Brook, Audubon Wildlife Sanctuary, Weellfleet, MA.
Horseshoe crab at Mayo Beach, Wellfleet, MA.
Horseshoe crab at Mayo Beach, Wellfleet, MA.
Painting with Nancy McCarthy's class.  Pamet Hollow, Truro, MA
Painting with Nancy McCarthy's class. Pamet Hollow, Truro, MA
Painting in the fog with Larry Horowitz's class.  Rock Harbor, Orleans, MA.
Painting in the fog with Larry Horowitz's class. Rock Harbor, Orleans, MA.
Painting at the 'Whale's Gut', Wellfleet, MA.
Painting at the 'Whale's Gut', Wellfleet, MA.
Painting at the 'Whale's Gut', Wellfleet, MA.
Painting of the 'Whale's Gut', Wellfleet, MA.
Photo of Teeny the Jackrabbit, a ceramic sculpture.
Teeny the Jackrabbit, my first-ever ceramic sculpture (unless you count that snake I made in middle school...), from Hannah Niswonger's class.
Photo of dramatic skies over the Atlantic Ocean, north of Nauset Light Beach, Eastham, MA.
Dramatic skies over the Atlantic Ocean, north of Nauset Light Beach, Eastham, MA.
Photo of marshes and dunes, Province Lands, west end of Provincetown, MA.
Marshes and dunes at the Province Lands. West end of Provincetown, MA.

the power of place

6/10/2016

 
One day in mid-November of last year, it all became clear. Clear why Georgia O'Keefe spent so much time in New Mexico. Clear why she, like so many other artists, were and are drawn to the desert.  Clear why paintings born of coastal southern California are not the same as those of the Basin and Range.  Clear why artists travel. Clear why they are attuned to the seasons.  Oh. I said to myself, that November day.  Oh. And also oh no. 

What happened was that the sun disappeared. Poof.  Gone.  Not to return really at all until... well... maybe next week?  Some of the things they say about the Pacific Northwest are true (at least on the western flank of the Cascade range).  One of these is that, for a great number of months per year, it is raining. And when it is not raining, it is cloudy.  One day, poof goes the sun.  Poof.  Goodbye. See you in seven months.

(At the end of the Season of Darkness, the citizens emerge from their caves blinking and bleary-eyed.  It takes a week or two for one's eyes to adjust again to the sunlight.  Out running one day in late spring, I really did find myself thinking, "what's that?" when I saw a bright orb break through the clouds.  I had forgotten.  This is not an exaggeration.) 

When the Season of Darkness hit, I had been drawing tomatoes and their kin in direct sunlight for my Market Season calendar project. And then, quite suddenly, I could not.  My light source was gone.  And there was naught to be done but wait.  I could not up and go to a place with winter sun.  I could not bring the sun back.  And there was also this conundrum: if the sun's light is gone when the quinces are available to draw, you cannot draw actual qunices - sitting-on-the table-in-front-of-you-qunices - in sunlight.  It is not possible.  So, what to do with all the drawings of winter fruits and veggies I had been planning?  (I do not, as yet, have a ready answer, and thus I have no Market Season calendar to offer you. I will one day, but it will require a new approach.)  
   
So yes.  The light.  It matters.   It is a precious thing, to be cherished.  It quite literally shapes place.  Forms show their shapes because of the light, interacting with atmosphere -- with Oregon mist and rain, like a veil, or cutting through the clear New Mexican air to cast sharp shadows on mesa tops.  Time shows its progress because of the sun's light, interacting with form. Form the size of mountains.  Form the size of mint in a jar.  Form the size of a tiny ant's feet.

I knew this, and have lived in this particular place long enough to know that precious sun light would go away for a spell, and with it my direct-sun art season.  But I did not, until making the loop through this first complete seasonal cycle of art-making, really take it all in: The summer lesson that still-life is not still. The winter lesson of the Season of Darkness.

And then there was the lesson of the tree, may she rest in peace.  A beautiful bay laurel, 36 years old plus or minus, healthy as a horse, with a trunk two-and-a-half feet across. I am told she started her life as a wee volunteer along the fence line.  Well, back in September, the power company decided she was a problem. Never mind that she had weathered the previous winter's historic ice storm with cool aplomb when scores of other trees in town were chewed up by it.  Never mind that she had not caused the power lines a problem in all those 36 years.  

Never mind that she wrapped around my second floor dining-studio, making it like living in a tree house.  For eight years I ate breakfast eye to eye with the squirrels and the birds, and reveled in the golden light on the leaves in the morning and evening.  Never mind all that.  It was decided she had to go. And with her passing, the color and intensity of the light in my studio were changed immediately and forever.  My communion with the ecosystem of the tree -- its bird-citizenry shifting with the seasons, its blossoms and seed pods, its squirrel nests, its light and its shade -- was gone.  And I have not really recovered from the loss.  (The photos are of the light in the studio before the tree was taken.) 


Yes, place matters: place as small as a tree canopy or as big as New Mexico.  It matters to art, and to the human spirit.  It's ingredients, and the particular place-recipes that make each one unique (even in this internet-connected, jet-traveling world) matter.  It matters that the light and space are different in New Mexico than in Oregon.  It matters that the they are different inside the canopy of a bay-laurel tree than next to a bare power pole.  

And place matters to me because the things that shape places are my subject-matter and my inspiration, and my solace.  
So, in some ways, it was for me a year with a rough set of lessons. But it also showed me the world through a wonderful new set of spectacles. Spectacles of color and light and form, and air and atmosphere and every-day beauty.  It gave me permission to go and see the world through these spectacles. And make art there.  And see how it shapes what I make.  And see how the making shapes how I see.

So I will soon take my first adventure in these new spectacles.  I will set off in a couple of days for the Atlantic coast, where I will be drawing and painting and taking a series of workshops. Where?  I will keep the mystery alive for now... I wonder what the light is like there.  And if there are any bay-laurel trees.  
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture

DRAW IT BIG!

6/9/2016

 
 Well Hello!

It has certainly been a while since I've updated y'all about what is going on! That is because I have been busy with many delightful things.  I aim to fill you in on some of these in the next week or so.  

​So!  Most recent fun first!  The cheerful cyclist at top right is my old boss at PIVOT Architecture here in Eugene, OR.  She is retiring, and I was commissioned to draw some mural-sized ephemeral art as party decorations for the bash the firm threw for her this past Monday. Check out PIVOT's twitter feed, which has a few photos of me with firm principal Harriet Cherry, the guest of honor. She is, as you might guess, a bicycle enthusiast, as well as a good sport!  (And yes, I know.  Maybe it's not the best idea to drink your wine while you ride -- consider it a metaphor for a happy future.)
Drawing of woman on bicycle, eating cherries, and drinking Bordeaux.  Dry-erase marker on white board, 2016.
Drawing of man on 1953 Panther bicycle with
Drawing of cyclist working hard to ride up a VERY steep hill.  Dry-erase marker on white board, 2016.
Drawing of a man on a very tall bicycle, with balloons!  Dry-erase marker on white board, 2016.
I used to do this sort of thing for PIVOT when I worked there... like these African animals that helped celebrate the opening of the company's new offices a few years back.  It is great fun to draw at this scale, which is mostly taller than me.   I get to stand on ladders and stuff!

So!  If you need some party decorations, I am happy to help.  If you do not have giant white boards, I can also work on large sheets of paper, (scroll down to the king and queen), which have the advantage of being something you can keep around.
Life-sized drawing of a giraffe.  Dry-erase marker on white board, 2012.
Drawing of birds.  Dry-erase marker on white board, 2012.
Life-sized drawing of a wildebeest with a bird on it's back.  Dry-erase marker on white board, 2012.
Life-sized drawing of a hippo.  Dry-erase marker on white board, 2012.

PETIT OPENING

12/2/2015

 
Drawing of a banner made of pieces of elegantly cut paper on separate sheets, that reads
TOOT DE DO!  THE SHOP IS (finally) OPEN!

The shelves are all built, the lighting is in, the tall, old-fashioned cash register, with its chinging bell, is waiting atop the glassy display case.  And!  Finally there is something to buy! It is too soon to have a Grand Opening, but a Petit one is just the thing!  Won't you come on over and take a gander at the happy cards and art prints?  You can invest in just a single card, or a whole set, or a little something to hang on the wall!  I hope they all will bring you a little cheer.  

We are ready to ship to you if you live in the United States.  International customers, hold tight!  It's coming soon for you too.
<<Previous
Forward>>

    Author

    Melinda Nettles, proprietor of LEAN2creativeworks, an independent art and illustration studio located in the Cape Cod town of Eastham, Massachusetts.

    NEWSLETTER SIGNUP

    Archives

    January 2023
    October 2022
    September 2022
    March 2022
    November 2021
    September 2020
    May 2018
    January 2018
    November 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    December 2016
    September 2016
    June 2016
    December 2015
    August 2015
    June 2015

    Categories

    All

    RSS Feed

LEAN2creative works  -  Eastham, MA  -  melinda@lean2creativeworks.com

© 2015-2022 - All rights reserved. - Melinda Nettles. 
 Instagram