What You'll Find Here

I post daily (photos of my journal pages, things that inspire me and personal bits and pieces) to inspire and encourage others. I have always believed that if I can do it, so can you.

You'll find resources (my favorite supplies, books, slideshows of my art journal pages, favorite bloggers, etc...) listed along the right hand side of my blog.

I've been teaching both in person and online workshops for more than twenty years. You can find out more about my classes by scrolling down along the right hand side of my blog. I strive to make classes accessible to everyone (both beginner to advanced).

I love teaching and truly believe that deep down inside everyone is an artist, capable of creating something. There is power and knowledge in the act of creating something with your own hands, made from your own heart and head.

If you have any questions, please feel free to email me at EGorey99@sbcglobal.net

Thanks for stopping by!


Thursday, July 18, 2019

Bringing Home the Goods SDCC 2019 Edition

Sorry to interrupt your Van Gogh Europe recap but we are at San Diego Comic Con 2019! 

Here's my stash from preview night. I spent my allotment last night but it was on exactly what I wanted (except Holbein ran out of the large Super opaque white bottles about an hour into the show.)

Art supplies from Holbein. Holbein is, hands down, my favorite maker of all things acrylic. Their pigment quality can't be beat! I've been singing their praises the last couple of years on Instagram, facebook and in my workshops. I love seeing them at SDCC every year. I'm also happy to hear that they're expanding to more Blick stores as well as Mom and Pops in 2019!

Barron Storey's first journal from Eidolon Fine Arts. If you have read my blog, you know how much I love Barron's work. Hands down, my favorite living artist. His work rivals no other.

Posting to Instagram, twitter, etc while I'm in San Diego. More soon....

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Dear Vincent: Auvers sur Oise Part Trois


David and I left the cemetery in search of seeing where Vincent had painted and lived. He felt alive in Auvers. You could stand in front of a spot and instantly recognize it from one of his paintings. The goosebumps on your arms when you realized, "He walked these streets." As did Cezanne, Daubigny, Pisarro and Corot. 
I took over 500 photos in one day. 
Color and inspiration were everywhere in Auvers sur Oise.


Contrary to popular belief, Wheatfield with Crows was NOT Vincent's last painting.

David ruined my nerd reference when I leaned over and whispered, "Do you see it?"




"6 Euros, please. If you hurry, the film is just starting!" The woman at the booth inside the Ravoux Inn told me. I didn't know what to expect but I wanted to see where Vincent had lived (it is also where he died. It is the only surviving dwelling to be preserved in its original state.) I followed her instructions to go up the stairs and into the gift shop.
Once inside the gift shop, I waited for two women to check out before approaching the clerk. A few minutes passed before she could help me. She looked at her watch. "It's already begun. Go ahead up." She opened the door. I stepped inside. 
I was alone. 
I walked up the stairs. Music was playing. A lone chair sat in the room. Holes in the wall. Paint scratches. Old nails. Creaky floor boards. I stood in the door frame and stared.
Vincent's room.
The room was tiny and dark.
I wondered where everyone was... I walked into the next room. It was set up as a room of that time period may have looked but it was brighter. The windows were bigger. Music played from the room next door. "They're watching the film." I realized (I had forgotten all about it.)
I decided to take the time and stand in the door frame of Vincent's room. I think I stood there for at least ten, maybe fifteen minutes before I remembered that my husband was waiting for me sitting on a bench by the town hall. 
I took one last look around the room and ran my hands along the railing as I walked down the stairs. The same stairs I had come up.
I walked into the gift shop. "YOU DIDN'T WATCH THE FILM?!" The woman was incredulous and shocked to see me. Upstairs, a door opened and a crowd of people (where had they all come from? How did they fit?) flooded the gift shop.
I asked about seeing the restaurant downstairs. 
"Impossible." (This was a word I heard several times this trip and it made me shake my head almost every time.) She then told me it was full and I would be unable to even peek inside. (Later on, after it had closed, David and I went back and peeked in the windows. That's where the above photo of the interior is from.)
I left the Inn as we had more to see.

Adeline Ravoux lived here. Vincent painted her.



I had one painting site left that I really wanted to see before the sun went down, Bank of the Oise at Auvers. We walked up and down the Oise trying to find it. Over the bridge. Under the bridge. No matter what we saw on the map, we couldn't find it. I think we walked for at least two hours looking for it. David and I finally realized, "Here. It was here where the fence is but they took the sign down."

We had been walking for almost fourteen hours. We were tired and hungry. The sun would be setting soon. We headed back to town. We had given up any hope in finding food that late on a Sunday night when we passed a pizza parlor. 

A redheaded bearded gentleman greeted us (how appropriate was that?!) Like practically every French person we met, he told us he spoke, "Very little English." Yet (like the rest of them), his English was perfect and we walked out happy campers with a pizza in our hands. We headed back to our temporary home.

Upon arrival, we found out that the lights were off. A little further investigation and it wasn't just the lights! The power was out. I texted the owner who responded with a prompt, "I'm on my way!"

In the first post, I told you about the nightmare that woke me up. I'll finish the story in the next post...

Related Links

Visit the Ravoux Inn
Dear Vincent: Auvers sur Oise Part Une

Dear Vincent: Auvers sur Oise Part Deux
The Dear Vincent Project
Vincent related posts 
Atlas Obscurba on the brothers' grave (and how you can help)