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Annie Olson

"Artist Musings"

Come into my shell with me! My "Artist Musings" will give you an insight into my inner workings and why I create these faux shells and other works of art.

Updated: May 4

I'm very lucky! I live only 45 minutes from Meijer Gardens. A world class sculpture gardens. Home to the 24 foot tall DaVinci Horse of bronze. The twin is in Milan, Italy. I suggest you lo


ok up The Gardens on line. That way you'll realize why I LOVE to visit there.


One time when we were there, I saw this poster with the title, “How to be an artist”. Fit me to a tee, so home it came with us. It's graced our walls in many places. But it wasn't until last November the first suggestion jumped off the wall.



“Stay loose. Learn to watch snails”


So when Helix, my snail showed up at the same time we were designing my website, I felt as if Nature was gently blessing my art and writing. I had no idea the saga of learning to watch snails was going to continue.


A few weeks ago I brought home some healthy moss when I was out walking. I didn't know there were snail eggs ready to hatch. I shouldn't have been surprised though.


I have an iPhone and it is amazing the pictures I can take. I put it at 10x and have the microscope of sorts to look at and photograph these beautiful life forms.

Well, I realized that they'd probably leave the glass dome and return to the moss and I never see them again. Until they grew a whole lot more.

So I was surprised a couple days ago to find one on the dome again. Larger! I could see barely the shell form and the tentacles searching for food. So I was able to get a 17 sec video of her traveling.


Yesterday, she disappeared again. I went looking. Lifted up the dish that held the moss and found another tiny snail! Very tiny. I didn't know if it was dead. But just like Helix, I added water and low and behold, she's alive too. May the way, the other snail is back on the dome.


I have come to realize, they move around a lot!


I must say, this isn't an easy one to relate for you to read. So maybe your best way to appreciate what I'm trying to express, is get some moss of your own.



And just maybe a tiny snail will hatch. Then you too can learn to watch snails. Which will allow us all to stay loose.


Updated: May 4

Phil is in the bedroom taking a nap. April 27, 2020, overcast and almost 50 degrees out. Good time to write some thoughts on color.

I turned on an old PBS program of Bob Ross painting. Four baby fox squirrels climbing all over him and a friend. So many of us, so alike. Now painting a happy scene.

The title of his show. Happy Painting. Of course! Just heard him say, “Indian Yellow”. His paintings are all about diverse colors playing together.

I was so lucky as a young child. My Pop was a chemist for US Rubber during WWII where I was born in 1943. We moved back to Holland after the war and he got a job right away at Holland Color. His goal now was to develop pigments for the auto industry of Detroit. The very town we’d just left.

At a young age, I so often went with him to the lab. A lab full of all the stuff necessary to create all the colors of the rainbow.

I was like a tiny Bobwhite Quail that had just exited its calcium carbonate shell that had once held it safe.

Now, free to imprint on all the colors of the rainbow in the lab.

I bought this color wheel from the owner of the Color House when they closed
I bought this color wheel from the owner of the Color House when they closed

Updated: May 4



We are in the midst of this virus that's been able to shut down the whole world. A strange time to be opening an art website. An artist whose creations are coming from the knowing I find myself expressing in written form.

In these past 33 years I've been called 'deep' 100's of times. People are expressing what they perceive . A kinda gut statement. Before thinking.


I've given a lot of thought to their words.   "You're so deep!"


First of all, I don't see this as a compliment. Nor as a put down. Rather an inaccurate description.


I am not deep!



Rather, I've found myself taken deep. So what I write and speak are descriptions of what I've seen down there.


Down there?   Up above?   

You gain a particular way of seeing when you've been taken deep, flown above.  At the same time. 

Do you understand?

How different.             Being deep

                                             vs

                             Having been taken deep

How much of my life story, I chose of my own free will? And how much of my life was chosen for me?

True for each of us. True for the Whole Human Family. The Whole Earth.


With this interconnected world, this virus has enormous power to disrupt everything. So like an alien entering our atmosphere.


So in the midst of this, I will continue to blog and populate my website with my art.


Trusting The Invisible Hand of the One Whose Made All Things-to continue forming each us, all of us.   At the same time.