Category Archives: ART

KC Studio Magazine Review: “BUILT ENVIRONMENTS”

Review: “BUILT ENVIRONMENTS,” Epsten Gallery, Leawood, Ks.

November 20, 2017

KC Studio Magazine Review

“Diversity in Contemporary America” Exhibit Review

October 25, 2017

Artist Pam Covington at Lee’s Summit City Hall

Artist Pam Covington Exhibits Her Paintings at Lee’s Summit City Hall

October 16, 2017


Life has been very busy for the last year. Four contract writing jobs. Searching for and landing a permanent job, while trying to keep up with those four very different contract positions. Moving into an apartment. (Not good). Looking for and buying a home. (Very good). Moving out of the apartment into the new home. (Very, very good-and the lake view is gorgeous!)

I’ve moved four times in five years. I do not like cardboard anymore. Not the color. Not the smell. But, I love my new place!

In the midst of all, I discovered INSTAGRAM!! Yahoo! Instagram is fun! Instagram opens the door to creativity and imagination. Instagram is possibility. Instagram makes me smile.

And, when I get my new business launched, Instagram will be my business partner and this will make me happy!

Thank you Kevin Systrom and Mike Krieger. You rock! What you made inspires me – and millions and millions of other passionate Instagram devotees!

If you, dear Blue Sky View follower, would like to take a look at my Instagram, the link is:

Anne Marie Hunter Instagram



Easter Sunday 2016

Easter Sunday Mount Ashland

Icy spring winds sing,

Through mountain pines flocked with Easter snow,

Fresh songs of love and hope

On Easter last year, a good friend, my dog and I hiked Mt. Ashland during a wildly windy snow storm, nearly a blizzard. I wrote the poem, above, to honor our joyful Easter celebration, playing in untouched snow drifts and chasing each other around sky-high evergreen trees. Our laughter echoed in the majestic silence, cradling us amid the unspeakable beauty. Though surrounded by winter’s purest and finest, if one looked and listened closely between the snowflakes, spring was whispering her promise of rebirth.

Today, Easter Sunday, 2016, I left early for church and walked out into a silent, serene snowfall. Enormous, wet snowflakes gently drifted from the dark gray sky, covering the ground. Again, through the snow, I felt the promise we are assured every year–even the coldest, longest winter will end and spring will come. Nature, and our spirits, will bloom and flower once again. In a world that doesn’t offer many guarantees, we have this promise and can hold this hope, even when winter is at its very harshest.

“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

                                                                                                                             Albert Camus

I Sew, You Sew

Whenever I sew, I think of you.

Mending a pair of jeans this evening, I thought about when you learned to sew.

Your art, and those skills, metamorphosed into the wings upon which your gift flies and has for many years now.

I watched you leave the nest, testing fragile, tentative feathers, despite being smothered by a broken heart–topped with disappointment from a door you wished had opened, but didn’t and wouldn’t.

You packed your own sunshine, and have carried it with you, wherever the journey has flown you.

Whenever I think of you, I am joy.

The Wise Sage….

The sage dwells among those things that can never be lost.

                                                                                     Change Tzuly

I read this profound quote recently and thought about what, exactly, those things are that can never be lost. Life is unutterably temporal, so what are those diamond-like slivers of light and love that are not.
Please add your own comments. Specifically, from your point of view, what are those things in life that can’t be lost?
My own “can’t-be-lost” list follows:
Dreams that came true
Dreams that still might come true
Your own God-given talent – unique from any other’s
Perseverance through seemingly insurmountable fears and obstacles–that go on much longer than you ever imagined they would or could
Goals accomplished against all odds–with grit, guts and soul you didn’t know you owned
Love you gave to another
Love you received from another
Your shamelessly, in-love heart placed in the hands of another–with abandon, regardless of outcome
Your first kiss
The first time you kissed your first child
Your most memorable birthday
Music that made your heart happy – then, listened to countless times over with the same joyful effect
Music you danced to
Art you swooned over
The moment you had the heart and wisdom to recognize the depth of another’s sorrow
The moment you offered compassion to that fellow human
The day you saw your own mercy, compassion or kindness in action–and the happiness and freedom it brought to that someone
The day you realized life will go on, despite a broken heart
The day you realized that broken heart is no longer your own headline news
A compliment from friend or stranger that lands you on top of the moon
Giving a compliment or smile that sends someone into the happiness stratosphere
A special, always-there-for-you animal that made you laugh, and loved you, without ceasing, every day–for years and years
More Prayers

Your list?

Recipe for Beauty

Setting sun.

Still October pond.

End-of-day sunlight crafting silver glass from cool water.

Fall’s best offering,

Leaves in red, yellow, orange,

weave shafts of golden light

 through self-made shadows,

that dance across the liquid mirror

to the silent song of dusk.

Art Unleashed

This weekend, the Greater Kansas City Humane Society is hosting an art auction, Art Unleashed, to benefit the Society’s animals. My friend, Jillinda, donated several of her paintings and the Humane Society director asked her if she could provide a written comment to accompany one of the paintings entitled Companions. Jillinda asked if I could write this essay for her. Her painting and my essay follow.



Special friend, you have my heart.

When I worry about tomorrow, you show me that this right-now moment is the best moment-paws down. In large part, I am me because of your unconditional love, devotion, and joyful spirit. You ask no questions, you pass no criticism. I’m not as good as you think I am. However, I believe you are more perfect and noble than I’ll ever know. There is only one smartest, best dog in the world and “every girl has it.” I, actually, do.

I can face this world much better when I think about you and me doing it together. With your own language, you comfort, teach, inspire, calm, and make me laugh. A wag of the tail, tilt of the head-and those eyes. When hope and happiness seem far away you get me back to them, because you never lose yours. When I’m scared, you make me brave.

Your ears are the first thing to catch my tears and the first to hear my laughter. You show it’s ok to depend, love and care deeply, unabashedly. You grieve when I’m away, and shake in fear at the thought I may not return. You make me feel irreplaceable. You actually are. You are the best company. Loneliness checks itself at the door when you’re inside.

It’s best when I abandon myself to your way of thinking, doing, and looking at life. Your glass is always half-full. No, it’s simply full. You appreciate the little things. A cheese treat is fabulous. A ride in the car is noteworthy, (running-through-the-house noteworthy). A hike in the park is epic, and cuddling in bed at the end of the day, reading a book, makes life worth living.

I love to play because you love to play; in the snow, the rain, at the park, in the car, running around the house. When I make a fool of myself, you make a fool of yourself, too. Two fools together, and no one needs to know.

How did you learn to forgive so quickly and completely when you, yourself, make so few mistakes? You don’t know hate, resentment, cruelty, or greed. You don’t compromise. You live nobly and never hold your heart back. By the way no one appreciates my humor and very special genius like you do, either.

Without a thought, I would lay down my life for you, and I would walk away from everything I own in life except you. You are my greatest treasure. I don’t have many possessions, but you make me wealthy. Extraordinarily. And, there is no treasure on this earth I would trade for you. All of it offered in one lump sum? The answer would be no. Never.

Your faults? You do have one. The brevity of your life. Perhaps, deep inside, it’s the reason I treasure each moment with you so much. I need you and you need me. Do you ever wonder, when we’re apart, if my heart misses you as much as your heart misses me? You can be sure of it. My heart beats because yours does.

You will be my best friend forever. Always, always, always.


The Psychology of Color

In my current position, as a writer at Fire Mountain Gems and Beads, I write an extensive variety of articles.

Following is a recent article I wrote about color and its profound influence on our thoughts and emotions.

The Psychology of Color