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Birth of Winter

I have a video of the birth of my 19-year old daughter that I have never watched.  Truthfully, I am a chicken.  I just can't watch it.  I'm so glad I gave birth to my beautiful daughter, but, even after 18 years, I am still not ready to be an observer of that moment. What does this have to do with my art?

I have been filming time lapse videos of the "birth" of my paintings.

The first few videos filmed were so hard for me to shot and even watch.  I felt shy and nervous.  By the third and forth filming I could not get enough!  It is not about seeing me painting.  It's about witnessing the creative process.  It feels so exciting to become the viewer.

When the painting session is completed, I climb the ladder to stop the filming and collapse with exhaustion.  I can't wait to then hit the play button.  Oh what incredible satisfaction and joy.  Not of what I just did, but of watching the birth of this new creation condensed into seconds.

So, now I must rethink this birth video of my daughter.  If I watch it on fast forward, could I have that same thrill?

Birth of Winter 48" x 70" 

Birth of Winter 48" x 70" 

UncategorizedRolinda Stotts
Sunny Side UP
RS16070 ABC Sunny Side Up 24x48
RS16070 ABC Sunny Side Up 24x48

How do you like your eggs?  I love going to breakfast with a new friend just to find out how they like their eggs.

Now the better question.  How do you like to spend your vacation time?

"Sunny Side Up" is definitely one way I love to vacation - sunflowers, villas and lavender.....

So friends...How do you like your eggs/vacation?

Autumn Rush

This is the story of my creation of Autumn Rush, a plein air painting in Ashcroft, Colorado September 2015.  You never know where my Sprinter Van will take me next to paint.

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RS15067 Autumn Rush 48"x23"

RS15067 Autumn Rush 48"x23"

It is so fun to share this experience with you.

Thank you,

Does This Painting Make Me Look Fat?
RS15070 Does This Painting Make Me Look Fat? 9- 12x12
RS15070 Does This Painting Make Me Look Fat? 9- 12x12

There are “rules” about wearing stripes. I have learned that there are “rules” about painting stripes as well.

While creating this 9-piece suite, I reached out to a dear friend to get some feedback. This started a lovely debate about stripes, which made me think of standing in front of a mirror asking my friend, “Does this make me look fat?”

UncategorizedRolinda Stotts
Our Mountain Time
Our Mountain Time 48x48
Our Mountain Time 48x48

Our Mountain Time 48" high x 48" wide

We Spend so much time doing and going that life can become a blur. Escaping to the mountains changes time somehow, making it sacred time spent.  "Our Mountain Time" captures that escape.

Cold Drink of Water

Growing up we would take a Mason jar with us out to the fields every day. Along with all the work there were always great games of ditch jumping and mud flinging. Yes, real mud. We learned quickly not to leave our jar of drinking water in the truck or field because no one wants to drink hot water in 90* plus weather.  The ditch water was much colder that the air so we would drop our jar into the ditch where it waited patiently for us. That cold water from the jar really hit the spot. I can taste it now.

I was visiting Tom and Carolyn, owners of Thomas Anthony Gallery in Park City Utah. We had the best conversation about what happens to guests of the gallery after enjoying a beautiful warm summer day of play.

“Collectors come into the gallery and see Winter Beauty and it’s like a Cold Drink of Water.”

I love that thought. The mix of wintery blue, white and purple, right there when you need it the most- in July.

Winter Beauty 72" high x 48" wide triptych 


Hopping Fences-Building Fences-Painting Fences Fences in my life have always been friendly things. As a kid, I spent many happy hours working along side my Dad and siblings building fence on the farm. I think that is why when I see a fence in a beautiful landscape, I can’t help but want to capture that love and joy to place it in my paintings.

The first fence painting I did was inspired by a trip to Sedona Arizona via Telluride Colorado. I was on Last Dollar Road in my huge Sprinter Van on the most gorgeous October day. Photo after photo came from one vista to the next. I could truly see myself stopping my van and living on the side of the hill for a month just to watch the color grow and change. It was the split rail fences that called to me, “Stop, hop over and see what’s next,” they whispered.

With the melting of winter and the birth of spring comes the glory of flowers. Again, I find myself on my walks and travels, stopping to photograph flowers. It is almost better than picking them. I can’t imagine any better home for flowers than snuggled up to an old log fence.

What better way to celebrate this moment than by hopping a fence to see what's next?

That must be why my heart leaps to paint a fence.

Hop the Fence and Come Play 66" high x 24" wide