Kelly Louise Allen

Not to be confused with nanoo nanoo or the alien nation based in area 51. This is the limited palette of ochre, vermillion, ivory black and titanium white famously used … Continue reading Zorn

That is and isn’t me. Though this was a ninety minute exercise with a split primary palette, my hair has never been that yellow, and my mouth rides lower on … Continue reading Well . . .

When your best friend paints faster than you do and gets to happy hour first.

And I’m no longer shy, but that latent gene kicks in during new situations. So, I enlisted, pressured, a good friend to join me at the Lost Sierra Plein Air … Continue reading I’m Not Stupid (Usually)

The night before my trip to Quincy, Rob filled the wiper fluid in the RV. I watched it drain into the drive. So, okay, we bought windex and a long … Continue reading Well, Crap!

Well, not exactly. You can’t flush an RV commode if water isn’t getting into the bowl, and even though the size of a traveling lab is tiny, the process of … Continue reading Flushed & Furious

I took a road trip with my sister. On purpose. She was changing bases. Leaving New York to fly out of LAX. I flew the all-nighter from Seattle to Miami … Continue reading And Speaking of Porcelain

“Oh my.” A woman peers at my wings. “I wanted to be a stewardess.” Her smile is soft, wistful even, then she claps her hands. “Let me tell you about … Continue reading Stewed

The danger of painting in the kitchen is, someone might like to be fed. Like now. When I’m busy and coffee is growing cold in my mug. But Rob’s rooting … Continue reading Hashing it Out.

Painting in Uncle Ed’s house of DIY. We only met Ed a handful of times but his joyous spirit bubbled just beneath his skin. He loved this house and, as … Continue reading Chaos

“Who are you talkin to?” Asks precocious four year old Jaime as she clings to my knee. “Winnie the Pooh.” I tell her. “Oh.” She breathes. ” Can I say hello to Winnie … Continue reading Lost Assets