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donna howard
Artist and
Official Boss of Myself

not so far away
20" x 20"
People are visitors on this planet. Some stay just the right amount of time. We kiss them we miss them and we smile when we remember them. Others leave us to soon. We wish we had remembered to tell them we love them. I choose to believe no one goes to far away. How can they when they’re tethered to our hearts?

Little One Lost
 12"x24"
Acrylic, ink on canvas
Fruit Trees
18" x 24"
acrylic and ink on canvas

the plummet
11" x 14"
acrylic and ink on canvas
Here is my contributions to The Painted Bra Art Project
Highest bidder was Donna Fernandez of Woburn, Massachusetts
CONGRATULATIONS!

Opening at 263 Gallery & Unique Boutique

Donna Howard

I imagine myself a storyteller more than anything. The bright colors, noticeable from a distance, are the first lure. When you get closer to the curious characters they begin to tell a story, one that brings people joy and laughter. The painted stories are mine, but the universal emotional nature of humans means viewers see their own story inside. The multidimensionality makes it universally appealing to anyone who ever felt stuck, as I once did. My art explores life-changing decision-making, addiction and the quest to find the pieces of life worthy of exploring further. I’m aware of the quirkiness in my work. Without the whimsy the paintings wouldn’t make MY artistic statement; the laughter is the best part of the journey. I’m the Mad Hatter at my very own tea party, opening people up to the absurd and encouraging them to thoroughly enjoy it.

My permanent gallery is now 263 Art Gallery Nashua, NH
263 Art Gallery & One Unique Boutique
263 Main Street Nashua, NH
 
NO Stone Throwing at Baby Ducks
12 x 12 acrylic on canvas
In the Maynard Collection
Spin again
This painting was for a young girls room. You may recognize the image from my other painting "Spin". She chose the image and I was happy to fashion her one of her own : )
In the Condon Collection
Is the devil really in the details?

I have to learn that sometimes a painting is done way earlier than I allow it to be. Perhaps a little editing on my part is a good experiment

Where what when why how where…

18” x 24”   

acrylic and ink on canvas

More birds. These aren’t even cousins to the graceful Egret and WAY more neurotic than the cockroach birds (plovers) that skitter along the beach in what seems to be a single unit. They fly that way too. These birds are children as I see them. All sized all needy all unwilling to allow their parents to help completely. You know who you are my littles.

"Contemplating the Existence of Time"
20" x 20"
acrylic on canvas.
Where the hell does it go? You all remember when time stretched on for eons. Will Summer ever come? Can we go now? When will we get there? Oh man we were impatient and couldn't wait for time to pass. Some kids never realized what they could have filled that time with... I drew.
Donna Howard
Enjoy my world. 
    I was born into the Witness Protection Program so the details of my childhood have been kept from me for my own safety. I was released when it was discovered that I was never in any real danger at all. I was turned out into the street with a written apology, a pat on the head and a detailed invoice payable to the FBI for all that protection I never even needed. Talk about being behind before you even begin.
Actually, I was recently paroled from a 15 year sentence in an office cube. It was a fortunate occurrence if you consider all the time I wasted wishing the window directly behind me could open. I grieved for about 5 seconds before going to my attic to find the paint brushes  I remember being so fond of  in college. They were a tad dusty and a little more than "slightly miffed" due to my neglect.  It seems they forgave me after I introduced them to the shiny new tubes of paint I had purchased just for them. Now our days are spent in joyful anticipation of the challenges each new blank canvas presents.
Except for the part about having a sketchy childhood, the first bit was a complete fabrication. sorry, I couldn't resist.    I was born into the Witness Protection Program so the details of my childhood have been kept from me for my own safety. I was released when it was discovered that I was never in any real danger at all. I was turned out into the street with a written apology, a pat on the head and a detailed invoice payable to the FBI for all that protection I never even needed. Talk about being behind before you even begin.
Actually, I was recently paroled from a 15 year sentence in an office cube. It was a fortunate occurrence if you consider all the time I wasted wishing the window directly behind me could open. I grieved for about 5 seconds before going to my attic to find the paint brushes  I remember being so fond of  in college. They were a tad dusty and a little more than "slightly miffed" due to my neglect.  It seems they forgave me after I introduced them to the shiny new tubes of paint I had purchased just for them. Now our days are spent in joyful anticipation of the challenges each new blank canvas presents.
Except for the part about having a sketchy childhood, the first bit was a complete fabrication. sorry, I couldn't resist.    I was born into the Witness Protection Program so the details of my childhood have been kept from me for my own safety. I was released when it was discovered that I was never in any real danger at all. I was turned out into the street with a written apology, a pat on the head and a detailed invoice payable to the FBI for all that protection I never even needed. Talk about being behind before you even begin.
Actually, I was recently paroled from a 15 year sentence in an office cube. It was a fortunate occurrence if you consider all the time I wasted wishing the window directly behind me could open. I grieved for about 5 seconds before going to my attic to find the paint brushes  I remember being so fond of  in college. They were a tad dusty and a little more than "slightly miffed" due to my neglect.  It seems they forgave me after I introduced them to the shiny new tubes of paint I had purchased just for them. Now our days are spent in joyful anticipation of the challenges each new blank canvas presents.
Except for the part about having a sketchy childhood, the first bit was a complete fabrication. sorry, I couldn't resist.    I was born into the Witness Protection Program so the details of my childhood have been kept from me for my own safety. I was released when it was discovered that I was never in any real danger at all. I was turned out into the street with a written apology, a pat on the head and a detailed invoice payable to the FBI for all that protection I never even needed. Talk about being behind before you even begin.
Actually, I was recently paroled from a 15 year sentence in an office cube. It was a fortunate occurrence if you consider all the time I wasted wishing the window directly behind me could open. I grieved for about 5 seconds before going to my attic to find the paint brushes  I remember being so fond of  in college. They were a tad dusty and a little more than "slightly miffed" due to my neglect.  It seems they forgave me after I introduced them to the shiny new tubes of paint I had purchased just for them. Now our days are spent in joyful anticipation of the challenges each new blank canvas presents.
Except for the part about having a sketchy childhood, the first bit was a complete fabrication. sorry, I couldn't resist.    I was born into the Witness Protection Program so the details of my childhood have been kept from me for my own safety. I was released when it was discovered that I was never in any real danger at all. I was turned out into the street with a written apology, a pat on the head and a detailed invoice payable to the FBI for all that protection I never even needed. Talk about being behind before you even begin.
Actually, I was recently paroled from a 15 year sentence in an office cube. It was a fortunate occurrence if you consider all the time I wasted wishing the window directly behind me could open. I grieved for about 5 seconds before going to my attic to find the paint brushes  I remember being so fond of  in college. They were a tad dusty and a little more than "slightly miffed" due to my neglect.  It seems they forgave me after I introduced them to the shiny new tubes of paint I had purchased just for them. Now our days are spent in joyful anticipation of the challenges each new blank canvas presents.
Except for the part about having a sketchy childhood, the first bit was a complete fabrication. sorry, I couldn't resist.    I was born into the Witness Protection Program so the details of my childhood have been kept from me for my own safety. I was released when it was discovered that I was never in any real danger at all. I was turned out into the street with a written apology, a pat on the head and a detailed invoice payable to the FBI for all that protection I never even needed. Talk about being behind before you even begin.
Actually, I was recently paroled from a 15 year sentence in an office cube. It was a fortunate occurrence if you consider all the time I wasted wishing the window directly behind me could open. I grieved for about 5 seconds before going to my attic to find the paint brushes  I remember being so fond of  in college. They were a tad dusty and a little more than "slightly miffed" due to my neglect.  It seems they forgave me after I introduced them to the shiny new tubes of paint I had purchased just for them. Now our days are spent in joyful anticipation of the challenges each new blank canvas presents.
Except for the part about having a sketchy childhood, the first bit was a complete fabrication. sorry, I couldn't resist.    I was born into the Witness Protection Program so the details of my childhood have been kept from me for my own safety. I was released when it was discovered that I was never in any real danger at all. I was turned out into the street with a written apology, a pat on the head and a detailed invoice payable to the FBI for all that protection I never even needed. Talk about being behind before you even begin.
Actually, I was recently paroled from a 15 year sentence in an office cube. It was a fortunate occurrence if you consider all the time I wasted wishing the window directly behind me could open. I grieved for about 5 seconds before going to my attic to find the paint brushes  I remember being so fond of  in college. They were a tad dusty and a little more than "slightly miffed" due to my neglect.  It seems they forgave me after I introduced them to the shiny new tubes of paint I had purchased just for them. Now our days are spent in joyful anticipation of the challenges each new blank canvas presents.
Except for the part about having a sketchy childhood, the first bit was a complete fabrication. sorry, I couldn't resist. 
not one of us
22" x 28"
acrylic on canvas
Not one of us? Not entirely. I could be totally crazy but this is a painting of my ghost. I've never actually laid eyes on her, but this is what I imagine she looks like. I think she's big and I think my cat plays with her sometimes. It's okay if you don't believe me, I know what I know.
Ma and Donna
12" x 24"
Liberating Lupines from the Mount
16" x 20"
acrylic and ink on canvas
I lived in Western Mass for a while. Mount Rd Cummington to be exact.
We had an abandoned orchard at the top of the mount. It had ceased to produce fruit. The previous owners also enjoyed a giant field of lupines and blueberry bushes. Call it stealing if you like, We knew we were Liberating strangling flowers from an abandon property - heroes!
The beautiful flowers were still thriving in our backyard garden the day I went away.
Glass Bottom Boeing

18" x 24"

acrylic on canvas

No Sharpie Marker required.

This painting has it's own story. If you care to listen I'll tell you. To read this painting start at the bottom left. Holidays have always been difficult for me. I hate getting things I don't need or want because someone else feels obligated. My philosophy on gifts? If you happen upon anything you KNOW someone would just love, BUY it, wrap it and give it to them because you love them. Holiday gift giving is too stressful so I don't do "The Mall". Look at me behind bars on the right. Between a rock and a hard place on the holiday issues. Nothing I do can change our culture of blind consumerism except support local businesses and artists I love.  I just ordered a few Dead Fish Hats from a Canadian Artist and friend. I know exactly who they are for and they'll need these warm gifts before December 25. Top right, epiphany. Rethinking religions as a whole. None of them "work" for everyone. SO WHAT? If people could keep their nose out of other peoples beliefs then we'd actually have serious potential to get along. I have my own religion, but that story is for another day. Top left, light. Autonomy from other peoples rules. I've given myself permission to be me. Just me. Today I enjoy a daily feeling of personal freedom. A sense of confidence and security I wish you all find for yourselves.

Wink, Blink, Nod
Here are Winkin', Blinkin' and Nod
Not one of them now have a job
they slunk off to sea
with thoughts of maybe...
Finding those guys in the tub, tipping it over and taking their rightful place in Goosedom. The Butcher, Baker and Candlestick maker are at least collecting Social Security now and work for next to nothing. If they can't convince the old tub riders to retire, they have plans to blame Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the candlestick : )

This painting is a finalist in the ARTISTE Wine Label Contest!
Blues Guitar
acrylic on wood

Butcher Baker Candlestick Maker
16" x 20"
acrylic and ink on canvas

Mother Goose could be considered a bit of a wacko. Read to us as children I couldn't believe how many I remembered. Now while I was doing research for this painting I realized I only knew pieces of these old Rhymes. For example; how many of you remember that these three men in a tub got there by falling out of a rotten potato. Wacko right?
LucyBlue Too
18" x 24"
acrylic and ink on canvas
my room
28" x 30"
acrylic and ink on canvas

Admit it. You all have a monster or two : ) Maybe yours look more like skeletons or a glimpse of something just solid enough to see but not quite believe. Here is the face of mine. Honestly. When I was a kid my monster hung out under my bed where I pretended the fiend read to me. I never actually SAW my creature of the night but I just knew it was there. I had to run and leap into bed so it wouldn’t get me by the ankle. Always the ankle.

It looks like I finally made peace with that particular demon when I put its kindly face on canvas. The Little Orphan Annie look-alike in the bed is a poke at my favoritest little sister Kathy. This orphan Annie isn’t the happy go lucky Broadway Annie or even the comic strip Annie. SHE is the “why the hell would you read this poem to a child” Little Orphant Annie.

paraphrased:

Little Orphant Annie's

come to our house to stay,

An' wash the cups an' saucers up,

an' brush the crumbs away

blah blah blah

and the Gobblelins will git you if ya don’t watch out” Annie.

To this day that poem creeps us both out. But at least now we laugh about it.

I Spotted a Duck (crop)

acrylic and ink on canvas

These entirely imaginary Pink Boots seem to be the standout feature of this painting. I’ve been asked where someone might purchase a pair so often that I’m thinking of cracking out the shiny Consew, laying my hands on some sturdy Pink Suede and creating these babies! I don’t have to be on one of those whiney fashion designer shows to prove I’m the best at everything I try. Okay so I watch Project Runway. Shoot me. I might be in love with Tim Gunn. He dresses so snazzy. This crop is so “My Three Sons” that I have that theme song in my head right now… Da na na naaaaaaaa. You do too huh?

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