I am named after a "French" anti-perspirant (yep- you read that correctly), "Mistelle", found in a grocery store aisle of my small West Texas hometown. My mom, the teacher, worked her phonetic (umm...not so much) magic on the original spelling and ended up with "Mystele", which most people now fail to pronounce correctly, leaving me with the life-long addendum, "It rhymes with Michelle." To top off the whole name thing, I married a guy from Illinois with Norwegian heritage...Needless to say, I now have to pronounce and spell my entire name all. the. time. HAH! This guy and I have two beautiful works of art in the form of teenage boys.
So what about art? Well, one day, after a very, very, very long (years) struggle with the deep darks of depression and a final melt-down that sucked all creative life out of me, I found myself waking up to life again, and I said a little prayer: "God, I feel like I need to be creative again. What should I do?" Well, His answer should be obvious to ya!! And I am so incredibly thankful to be an artist. I mean, who knew? I sure didn't!
- the raw expression & time-worn appeal of folk art in combination with cheerful, vintage inspired colors (red + pink + aqua= LOVE)
- the landscape and culture of Northwest Texas where I grew up (riding horses with my dad, the stories from my mom's childhood and her love of antiques and vintage goodies, both of my grandmothers' humble homes and good cooking, Miss Rosie's catfish and Aunt Mary Jane's peach cobbler)
- what happens between the beginning and the end of a painting or creative project- totally smitten. There is so much "space" to learn and listen during the act of creating...Man! The wonder of it all fuels my soul for miles and miles.
- life with Jesus, everyday life from world events to daily tasks, the people I love
PS. (My nickname is Myste- also not phonetic- pronounced "Mi-stee".)