This Website, The Art, The Cards… are all the result of a special partnership that began when my daughter was born. The bond that exists between mother and child extends into our creative pursuits, coloring literally everything we do!

Any successful journey undertaken by two people requires understanding with an intuitive knowledge of where the other person is heading and a deep abiding trust that the designated path ahead is the right one. 

In choosing a direction for our creative journey, we needed an outlet, a purpose melding together BOTH of our talents. Thus P.M. art Studio was born where the alchemy of pencil, paint & paper (old school) merges with the magic of the digital age, graphic design, and video transforming the mix into a unique, collaborative, artistic result.

It only makes sense with such a special union that the emerging product would be… well, totally ORIGINAL! So even though we use the same products: alcohol inks, glue, paper, paint, glitter (lots of glitter, only when necessary) what appears after the application is a one-of-a-kind piece of artwork. The artwork is then used as the impetus for a greeting card. Some works speak solely as Art Cards and others are embellished with sentiments and whimsy as needed. While this may sound simple and straightforward, be assured it is the opposite. Much wrangling, discussion, and manipulation of pieces and parts go on (sometimes for days)… sigh… BEFORE a card is born. Other times, it just evolves naturally out of a pile (quite literally), and voilà, card was done – no muss, no fuss! 

Slight detour… both here at the studio and in our lives. The reason for this artistic endeavor lies in the birth of my granddaughter, Isabella Kathryn. Many years ago a pact was made between Mariah and me – should she have a child……. then whatever was happening in my life would be put on hold. Fast-forward, after moving to Alaska and marrying my childhood square dancing partner (even have pictures), many plane trips (takes anywhere from 8-13 hours) back and forth it was only logical to move back to Texas. Note: Shorthand version of the story excluding all the angst, drama, and emotional turmoil that goes along with MOVING (which was 5 days on a ferry, 5 days driving across half the country with a cat meowing the entire way, and a nervous dog)! Animals survived unscathed.