5 Thoughts on Framing

Frequently I’m asked if an artist should frame their art and if so, what is the best way to do that. There are several schools of thought, but I’m going to share my personal experience as a gallery owner, art collector, and artist.

  1. Don’t be old fashioned. My mother was a producing, selling and teaching artist in the 1960’s through the 1980’s and beyond, and she ALWAYS framed everything. Much of it was in the style of a wood frame with a one inch or so linen or burlap looking inset strip along the inside edge. Over time they look dirty and tired. Believe it or not they still make and sell that style. Years ago it worked, but now? Please…..don’t do it. But, if you do, choose the best available.
  2. If you must frame, please choose a frame that doesn’t compete for the viewer’s attention. Now THAT is a thought my mother did instill that holds true today. Frames should draw you into the work and never distract. Maybe I’m missing something here, but when I go to a museum or gallery and see a piece of abstract, modern art framed in an ornate, gold frame I just wonder quietly, “Why?”
  3. Does a gallery wrapped canvas have to be framed? No, but please….do something with the sides by either neatly painting all the edges black or some other complimentary color OR continue the painting around the sides. The latter requires a little more effort and doesn’t always look as good because the artist has put the majority of effort into the front and the sides are just….well, sides. I’ll confess, I’m guilty of this and have repented. I try to at least make it look cleanly finished. A solid color visually lifts the painting away from the wall giving it depth and the “feeling” of a frame. Basically, don’t leave it with raw canvas hoping a potential buyer will acquire the appropriate framing. Trust me, people notice.
  4. What about the back? This is a REAL pet peeve of mine as a gallery owner. NO DUCT TAPE! You think I’m kidding….right? Nope, I’ve seen masking tape, duct tape, and all varieties of measures to attach work in a frame. Not going to lie….there was a time I’ve done it, too, but gradually realized how totally unprofessional it looks. Over time heat and humidity causes it to release or crumble. Yuck. Oh, and another thing…if a store like Big Lots can sell mass-produced printed art that has a simple piece of paper adhered to the back surely artists can step up to that. If it’s a gallery wrapped canvas sans frame then it’s not necessary, but the back should still look at least tidy. Use eye screws and wire as much as possible saving saw tooth hangers for small, lightweight work.
  5. Most of the above suggestions are about oil or acrylic paintings, but what about watercolor? Well, including a mat is usually in order but again, choose a neutral color most of the time. I have seen color mats used quite effectively, but it’s more the exception. If you can’t afford having a mat cut floating the work on top of a white or neutral board can also look good, especially if the artwork has the deckled edge look. Since watercolor is framed under glass if possible non-glare glass is nice. Some prefer Plexiglas due to the reduced physical weight for larger works. It scratches easily so proceed with caution. I’m not a fan of metallic frames and for some reason a lot of watercolorists choose that, possibly because it’s what’s most available. That’s personal preference so choose along those lines.

These are not hard and fast rules; just guidelines for you to consider taking what you need and leaving the rest. I confessed my personal flaws in framing and how I came to see the proverbial light, but it took years to get there. When standing next to an artist friend at a show once he commented on how much he liked the way the artist finished the edges of her work that we were observing. His own work is always impeccable and that one comment caused me to raise my personal bar. Then when I opened the gallery and encountered artists who cut corners in framing or not finishing edges neatly, customers noticed. I mean, who wants to spend the big money on something that appears shoddy regardless of how good the art is? Even lately I’ve kicked it up a notch in photography framing because done well it elevates the work. As artists we expend so much energy creating art and yet we sometimes get lazy in the framing or finishing. Let’s set our sights higher and know that the end result will always inspire respect as we offer our work in a more professional manner.

Claudia Lowery

5 REALITIES about Being an Artist

Artists know there are probably a hundred more realities than what I will list here, but I will start with the first 5 that pop into my easily distracted, constantly coming-up-with-ideas mind. As well as being a small gallery owner who deals almost daily with 35 or more artists, I am also an artist myself. It carries a double “burden”, but also gives me insight into what an artist thinks. Believe me when I say, we’re all a little crazy, a little delusional, or a little full of ourselves. Speaking from experience? But of course! So, for the purpose of this blog I won’t say “artists” because that smacks of finger pointing. Instead, I’ll simply say “we” and include myself in the category of artist.

  1. We think we’re something special. Yes, the rest of the world doesn’t “get” us and though frustrating at times, mostly we like that designation and use it to excuse our quirky and sometimes questionable behavior. A recently made friend has bestowed me with the title “the Crazy Art Lady” which is kind of fun and dismissive of my way of seeing things. I like it, and I believe most artists love being able to say, “Oh, and I’m an artist” as an addendum to the career status. Being an artist almost immediately puts you in a “cool” category.
  2. Artists make a lot of money. Hmmmmph! I say. They didn’t come up with the term “starving artists” for no good reason. I haven’t seen too many of us starving because it is true most have a day job and art is what we do the rest of the time. Yes, there are some who have made a career of producing and selling art, but it’s more the exception rather than the rule. In fact, we occasionally undersell art in order to buy more art supplies. We recycle canvases, scavenge interesting items, and barter for much needed supplies. Resourceful people we are at creating something out of almost nothing. We create because we are creators. Sadly, we’re not bankers, though.
  3. Artists have plenty of venues in which to display their work. Not so, not so! We have our homes, our families/friends homes, a studio….maybe a gallery, maybe a doctor, lawyer, bank, hotel, etc in which we may exhibit work, but mostly we have eyes pealed and ears perked for the slightest mention of a place to show. Creativity comes into play here, too, as we offer a few pieces of art to a local restaurant or bar, a friendly coffee shop or contemporary office lobby for free. Sometimes those places will result in a sale, but more often it doesn’t because the casual onlooker assumes the property owner has bought art to decorate, not exhibited on a loan agreement. The exposure is the main benefit, but if you the reader have a place where art is welcome, please let your artist friends know. They will thank you.
  4. Artists create only original art. Hate to disappoint you, but there is “nothing new under the sun”. All artists look at other work and either recreate it with their own twist or develop a uniquely recognizable style that reinvents something from someone else. Even van Gogh studied Japanese art and meshed it into his work. One of my favorite books is “Steal Like an Artist” where he explains the difference. Copy work IS stealing, but looking at another artwork and being inspired to create your own interpretation or version is NOT a sin (or crime). I deal with this all the time in the gallery where an artist will create a new image that reminds someone of another artist’s work, and yet is completely different. If John Smith paints Elvis, and you paint Elvis, and then I paint Elvis, chances are, Elvis still looks like Elvis….but hey….it’s still new work. Okay, maybe not THE best example, but I think (hope) you get my point.
  5. Saying you are an artist doesn’t make you an artist. I really struggled for a few years to even say “I. AM. AN. ARTIST.” This is because my mother was an exceptional painter in the realism style, and taught art in our home studio to hundreds over a 40 year career. I compared my skill to hers and always came up short. However, it occurred to me one day that I am not like her, but I have my own artistic style, therefore I CAN say, “I am an artist”. I had a body of work, had a solo show, and began to sell before I could say the actual words. Unfortunately, I have dozens of “artists” visit the gallery with a cell phone photo of two or three shots of a beginners level painting and they want to put one piece in my gallery. It’s so sweet, but I do have to be gentle and encourage them to keep working and bring me more examples in a year.  I’m not saying they are NOT an artist, I’m just saying keep at it and return. Who knows where the work will progress to in that time? All I know is, when you tell someone your mother or aunt or cousin is an artist, brace yourself because it’s all relative. Build a body of work and let someone who is an artist see. Don’t depend on the non-professional to back you up. Just do what you love and enjoy it along the way.

So, there you have it. Five reality checks that I “think” most artists will at least partially agree with knowing that there are always exceptions. We are all hopeful to sell art, but mostly we are all hopeful to CREATE art. It is what sustains us through the ups and downs that life brings. It seems to keep us sane….or at least most of us.


Claudia Lowery

April 9, 2017


I’m in a particular frame of mind at this exact moment that asks the question, “What is art?” Is it a painting, drawing, sculpture, woven cloth, insects mounted into a diorama, clay pots, hand-dyed scarves, zipper bags with whimsical sayings, hand-bound leather journals, basketry, carved gourds, collage, vintage purses embellished with jewels and lace……etcetera, etcetera, etcetera?

Of course they all include some element of “art”, but I am speaking about something deeper.; the way we live our lives, artfully loving, tenderly giving with a word handled in a sensitive manner, a hand that reaches at the exact moment when needed, or the sound of a friend choking up as they feel your pain. The curve of a mouth is a beautiful line that pulls the ruby-red heart closer when suffering feels ugly and dark. A knowing glance brings the contrast of light where darkness is pervasive. An arm enveloping you when feeling alone as it pulls you close shrinking the negative space between two, becoming one positive space. A playful hand that rumples the hair, or rubs your aching back sharing the physicality of texture as it notices the tense muscles relax or the soft, spikiness of wild hair. When grey days lie as cold, wet blankets are lifted by the first bloom of spring or a bouquet delivered for no reason is it shedding the spirit of color for healing? Shape comes alive under the gentle fingers of one lover touching the other. The elements of art are lived out daily as we move through the hours we’re given.

Is your “art” amateurish, clumsy, skilled, professional, intermediate, creative, boring, predictable, exciting, vibrant, memorable, and relevant to those who you come in contact with daily? Living artfully requires commitment and faithful diligence. Sometimes I want to throw down the brushes, close the paints, wash up and quit. However, the opportunity to create something of worth cannot escape me and hopefully, in the end, I will stand back and admire a true masterpiece of life. THAT is REAL ART.


For eighteen months I have created, opened, managed, and owned my first and only art gallery in far East Texas. No real vacations, no employees other than an occasional shop sitter, and few work days off. I’ve seen more than a hundred artists come and go as part of the consignment sellers. We’ve made more money than I’d expected and certainly more total money than most artists in our part of the woods would have imagined. Like any new business we’ve made almost, but not quite enough to be self-sustaining. However, we’ve done alright enough that I’ve been able to make up the difference from personal savings in order to stay open. You might ask, why would you do that, and my answer is simple….I’ve always wanted a venue for the vast number of artists I know to have a place to exhibit….sort of a bucket list thing. No, I’ve no plans to kick the bucket, but I am at retirement age so from some people’s perspective it just seems nonsensical to do this. Not to me.

What I was, though, was burned out and I was keenly aware that it was showing in my daily performance in the gallery. Enter Lisa.

Lisa Casey Perry is my cousin and with her husband David recently moved to Marshall where she was born and our parents grew as children. For the most part we both spent the majority of life living in the Dallas/Ft. Worth Metroplex, but as Fate would have it, I moved here twenty years ago and they came about 5 months ago. Lisa listened to my moaning and longing to make a final decision about keeping the gallery open. I struggled with needing a break, fresh inspiration, time to work on my own art, and my commitment to the artists I represent in addition to wanting to make a final decision regarding the destiny of Gingko Leaf Gallery. Early one morning I awoke to an email from Lisa with a proposal. She explained how she had some ideas that I might consider and let me tell you, I read about two sentences and knew I was all in.

Trust. That’s the hardest thing I had to deal with. That proverbial letting go to allow someone to come in and take care of my “baby”. I mean, who could EVER nurture your child as good as the actual mother? Well, I gave her permission to do her “thing” and it’s been an amazing thing to watch. We are twenty-one days in and today I stood at the gallery door and cried. My gallery felt alive and new again to me. I felt good about everything, even things that I might not have ever considered I was happy with her decisions. Ideas and new approaches were just brimming out of her. The biggest irony is that Lisa has never worked retail before. However, she was raised with culture, art, music, literature, education, and all the personality of a rock star. She’s lifted GLG and me from the doldrums and I couldn’t be happier. Our website will now include a shopping cart, shipping, and upcoming events. We’ll be able to sell more online and reach a broader audience. She’s quite “crafty”, too, and will begin teaching a craft class once a month. Her job performance is beyond my wildest dreams and the big bonus is that people LIKE her. Of course she isn’t burned out like I was, but after March she’ll be coming in once or twice a week and we’re seeing that with the ideas implemented there is the distinct possibility we will remain open longer that anticipated. It took me letting go of the reins and allowing her to run with it. Now when she has an idea I say, do the research and get back to me. Wow, that was the most freeing experience I’ve ever known.

So, trust is huge….no, MONUMENTAL for me. I have found out that sometimes letting go enables you to receive and man, have I been the recipient of a true and gifted blessing. Lisa is the official Assistant Manager (because she’s got the nametag to prove it) and I’m grateful for her enthusiastic embracing of my little project of the “Best Art Gallery in the Upper East Side of Texas (awarded by County Line Magazine for 2015 & 2016) and has caught the vision I had several years ago. I’m glad she’s really home again.


Encouraging another does not come naturally for some people. In fact, there are some who seem to have either a jealous streak or negative comment toward any endeavor an artist attempts. This is true not just in the visual arts, but in all creative arts. People either “get” what you’re attempting to do or they don’t. Those who do not seem to relish squashing ideas, ruling out any possibility of success, or question your motives. Oh my….can’t they just let us be?

Creatives are sensitive, but it’s imperative that we turn a deaf ear to the naysayers. Because of our unique sensitivities there could even be a tendency to be a chameleon artist who buys into all the doubt quickly shifting a productive mood to one of wallowing self-doubt. Do NOT fall for that!

I am truly one of those who have difficulty shaking off negativity delivered to me by others. Especially when it’s from someone close to me. Over time I’ve tried to use it as a catalyst for productivity, even if it means I create something with a thread of anger running through it. Keeping my eye on the prize is my goal, though I’m not always pleased with the end result. The prize, for me, is completion of a project under the most dire of circumstances. I can stand back and evaluate the product, and hopefully it results in an intensely passionate piece of art that moves me as well as other viewers. It’s a hit or miss proposition, but regardless, I can know I overcame the unwanted commentary from outside sources.

Be an encourager to every creative you meet whether a beginner sculptor, an intermediate painter, fledgling songwriter, or experienced writer. Pull the lever that catapults them to reach higher and further than they believed they could. Help them to believe in their ability to create, and keep your negativity to yourself. They have enough stacked against them to overcome without your comments. Constructive criticism is helpful, not destructive. You know the old saying, “If you can’t say anything good, don’t say anything at all.”

Claudia Lowery

March 6, 2017


Tempus Fugit is Latin for time flies and as I return to post a new blog it’s a bit disconcerting to see it’s almost been a year since I last blogged. I could say tempus fugit while I’m having fun, but unfortunately that’s only partly true. Summer 2016 was slow as molasses with flies hovering overhead. I had several things to distract me and fill my head with creative inspiration, but as July progressed I lost a dear friend, only 53 years old. Then September was a low point. My brother died, I had knee surgery, another 52 year old friend died and the month ended with a young man taking his own life. I questioned a lot of things, clinging to the comfort of love, and somehow, slowly I got through it.

All these months later I look back at the strength of human spirit to endure tragedy, entanglements, doubts, relationship difficulties, and wildly unexplainable creative outbursts that produced some of my best artwork. The fiery furnace of life provides fuel for creativity. Is it worth the trials to see the end result? I think it is food for thought, but I really don’t know the answer. What is sure is that time will indeed pass and if we take the opportunity to create, whether it be a painting, sculpture, song, poem, or story there is value in the healing quality of making something from nothing. Time will surely pass even if we do not “make”, but what a wonder it is to look back and see that thing produced as a result of those lean and struggling hours. Maybe it was the very thing that carried us through to today.

So look back at the calendar pages and ask yourself this….did I create during the darkest days and brightest nights? Either with or without it time will, indeed, fly so why not go ahead and continue on the path most loved? Creatives cannot live in a vacuum void of product. And do not judge the value of the creation for everything has worth, if only for your own satisfaction. You survived that period of time. That’s all that matters.

Claudia Lowery

6 Habits of Highly Effective Artists

Sometimes in the world of countless internet posts, websites, and blogs we stumble onto nuggets of truth that nudge us. As a somewhat newbie on Twitter I found an artist to follow who also blogs regularly and has shared some simple insight, stuff I already knew, but I needed reminding. Owning a gallery consumes a good deal of time, but continuing to create is essential to my existence. I’m going to share this link with you and hope it helps you as well. Enjoy!




by artist, Barbara Barlow Carpenter.



Last Friday would’ve been my mother’s 85th birthday. Five years ago she died after living with Alzheimer’s for at least ten years, the last 4 being the most difficult. As the executor of her will I made certain that my brother and I plus a few other step-siblings received their intended inheritance. The majority of mine was used to build an art studio and I have enjoyed it for nearly four years now. Then, last year I opened Gingko Leaf Gallery, an art gallery downtown Marshall, TX where I represent about 40 east Texas area artists including my mother’s work. She taught art and was a freelance artist all my life. Her paintings were sold and/or given to hundreds of individuals over the years and  though we all chose paintings by which to remember her, no one’s home could’ve held all she had created. After heartfelt deliberation my brother and I concluded it was time to allow her remaining work to travel its own journey so several were offered for sale in my gallery.

I was always amazed by my mother’s talent. She had a Divine spark that showed in her work as subjects and themes were always inspired. Knowing the back stories to much of her work was an added bonus. As admirers commented on their favorites it was nice to share a little about her growing up in Marshall and her lifetime of teaching art. I’ve had the thrill of seeing a few of her pieces touch a customer’s heart and then leave with them. I felt she’d be happy knowing her work was still bringing joy.

Last summer I used a small portion of my remaining inheritance to sponsor a “legacy award” at a local art competition. The winner was chosen without my influence and I was happy to hear that our local high school art teacher was the recipient because teaching art was a passion of my mother. A former student of hers for over twenty years also recently came to visit and brought me a piece of Mom’s artwork she’d bought and though it belonged to her she felt I’d like to have it. I ended up giving her a different one to take home because any teacher who’d influenced a student to carry on the legacy deserved to still have a piece of her teacher’s work. We were both thrilled.

My mother’s generosity, legacy, and influence still carry on five years after her death and if I am able, will continue into the future through her work that will gradually be passed on to future generations, float from one home or venue to another, and even wind up in some estate sale decades from now where no one knows the artist, but knows the work was created by one who truly had the spark of creativity and shared it with abandon. That is also a legacy I want to pass on…the giving…the sharing….the telling….the making of art that will bring a moment of respite, a place for eyes to rest and get lost in the color, line and story. I hear her voice behind me saying “Look at that gnarly tree, the way the light hits it on the right-hand side, the way it contrasts with the sky” and I wonder if her ideas are being shared with The Creator as they paint a morning or evening sky together, a scene that inspires the next artist standing before the red, purple and turquoise sky to lift the brush, camera lens, or pastel and once again carry the torch. I just wonder.

Claudia Lowery, daughter of Barbara Casey Barlow Carpenter

April 19, 2016




Or….you win some, you lose some….

The gallery survived the bleak days of January and February based on the abundance of December sales. In spite of neighboring merchant’s warnings of a drop in sales after Christmas nothing prepares you for the cricket-chirping quiet of an empty gallery. I’ve said it before and mean it…doubts don’t creep in until the cash drawer is silent…and right now, it’s a monolith of muteness.

And then there was a glimmer of hope. Two days ago a new customer visited and after much looking settled on a soft-hued pastel landscape. She said she loved it, but also asked, “What if I get home and it just doesn’t work?” My answer was, “I want you to purchase based on the art ‘speaking’ to you and so if you really feel drawn to it then when it’s home you’ll find a way to make it work. However…..we do have a 5 day return policy, so save your receipt and return it fully intact and I’ll refund your money.” That seemed to satisfy her and the sale was completed.

Premonitions are funny things and something held me back from announcing the sale to the artist and on social media. I also left the hanger in place on the wall. When she left my parting words were, “You have until Saturday, but if you decide before that I’d sure love to know.” Two days later the art was returned with this statement. “I hung it on the wall and no one noticed it.” Oh my.  I expressed my regret and suggested checking in again as new work rotates in and out regularly, but my “evil” side wanted to share my opinion and it wasn’t very nice. I didn’t. Easy come…easy go.

Life is often full of disappointments and this is just a little one along the way. I want to be the bigger person and accept disappointments with grace, but when your gallery is dependent on sales to survive, every penny counts. Despondence is NOT an option. Work based on hope and diligence is the ONLY option.

So, give me a cliché to hang my hat on…win some, lose some…life hands you lemons, make lemonade…don’t count your chickens before they hatch…etc.

I’m writing my own cliché based on a lesson I heard recently. Expectancy versus expectation. My destiny has been prescribed by something outside my ultimate control. I will not set myself up for failed expectations, but live my life in joyful expectancy of what is yet to come.










There are only 8 more shopping days until Christmas and today the gallery has been eerily quiet. Fortunately it’s been pretty busy the past two weeks so I’m enjoying a moment of peace and quiet, something I’m desperately in need of. Sometimes what we truly need comes to us without asking. It’s wonderful and, I believe, divine.

I recently picked up two large sheets of exceptional watercolor paper at an estate sale for nearly nothing. The only thing is, someone had previously painted on one side. They were unfinished background washes with large, non-descript flower outlines, but the colors were pleasing. Believing nothing should be wasted, I took both of them, broke and tore the sheets into 5×7 ragged edged pieces. Now I had 16 small watercolors sheets with abstract backgrounds on which to create new art. I thought about who may have started and abandoned the original work and how it had multiplied by 8. Food for thought about the journey of life.

Just because it’s Christmas doesn’t guarantee happiness, peace or quiet. However, two sheets of paper are going to take me on a creative journey that will make me smile, reflect, center, and find focus again. It’s what I need and so nothing is wasted. Not the season, moments of melancholy, or the empty gallery can force me into submission. I will recognize that creativity can redeem my attitude so nothing is wasted. And the multiplication of joy will perpetuate the feeling to the next and next and next person because I’ve decided to share some of what I create with someone else. I can tell them this story, that it started it’s journey in a basket at an estate sale, lost, lonely, unfinished….but that wasn’t the end. It saved me and I saved it. Nothing is wasted. Nothing.