Saturday, December 28, 2013

Pieces for February gallery show

My Cathy the fainting rooster and a version of palm background I call Tenacity. 

Show is at Divine Excess Folk Art Gallery February 7,8. 


Monday, December 2, 2013

Want to keep up with what I'm doing?

New Work, Old Florida -- RhondaK Native Florida Folk Artist's Big February Show

February 6 and 7, 2014

MAJOR WORKS Gallery Show

RhondaK Native Florida Folk Artist

Divine Excess Folk Art Gallery

"Painted Road, Hainted Heart"

New Work, Old Florida.

1125 12th Street West Bradenton
Gallery Phone: 941 747 1320

My show schedule is simple right now...but I'm adding in some live painting days I might accidentally sell things at...

I am set up to sell at Bradenton Bridge Street Market 10-3 most Sundays til May.




February 6 and 7, 2014

MAJOR WORKS Gallery Show

Divine Excess Folk Art Gallery

"Painted Road, Hainted Heart"

New Work, Old Florida.

1125 12th Street West Bradenton
Gallery Phone: 941 747 1320


RhondaK's Bio as written by Ron Wilson of Florida Secrets...2013

RhondaK   A Florida Secret That Needs Telling...

An imaginative decendant of " Old Florida", artist/poet RhondaK was reared on farmland
in Plant City that her dad ploughed with an ill -tempered horse. With Florida roots reaching
back several generations, her great grandpa was known as Mullet Man and sold smoked
fish door-to-door in Tampa.

She grew up doodling horses on everything, even the weekly bulletin of the Baptist church
that she was raised in. After being told she had no color sense, Rhonda spurrned art lessons,
preferring a non conformist appoach to match her outook on life. During the late 1990's, the
amiable rebel refined her talents and ran events like "Poetry in the Dark' in Tampa while
freelancing for the Tampa Bay Times, Weekly Planet and penning underground classics
like Holy Roadtrip.

Following a serious auto accident, Rhonda walked barefooted out of ER with a song on her
lips and courage in her heart. She then went sleepless for 3 days, determined to solve the
world's problems and was inspired to paint 30 roosters, no two alike. End result: The
childhood hurt of being told she had "no color sense" was forever dispelled.

Quitting her day job, Rhonda went to live on a boat with fellow artist Alan "TikiMan" Keller
and her funky doodles of mermaids, fish and more found an audience. This led to whimsically-
painted signs using found wood sold in the parking lot of Star Fish Restaurant, in the sleepy
fishing village of Cortez.

Relying on a rich imagination for her art and a quirky, irreverent wit for her writing, Rhonda's
clever creations are now sold on both coasts of Florida and as far away as Michigan and
New Jersey. The quintessential non-conformist draws from a rich and colorful past: fishing
with Dad, various abodes along the west coat and a fondness for Florida beach bars.
These experiences spawned numerous off-beat aphorisms like " Life is Fishing, not
Catching" and " Walk a Mile in my Flip Flops and Bring me Back a Beer". Whimsical wisdom
and vibrant art that's not extracted from a book but from her soul and the Florida she loves.

Rhonda works as a librarian at a Florida college helping people work toward their
dreams when not at her current location in Nokomis. Called the Red Hibiscus Art Farm, it
consists of several herb/vegetable garden patches, wild flowers, an outside work shed
beneath some palm trees, two inside galleries, 6 bunnies and one a wonderful dog,
(a pug) all of which end up in her paintings from time to time. 

Written by Ron Wilson
Publisher of Florida Secrets, the Insider's Guide. 2013 

Friday, November 29, 2013

25 Haikus for Thanksgiving

1 : 
Sadie's rolling stone
Found itself a home, poor pug
And all of these rugs.

Doctor stitches up her nose,
So she's good to go.

Piss poor is a phrase
That fails to show piss rich
Is a better place.

I need to drive miles
But this so warm bed holds me
Like a dream of love.

Her pug nightmare comes
Toes twitch, legs move, her eyes roll
I shake her back home.

Indolent meatloaf
Stuffed sensuously with cheese
Don't embarrass me.

We did not follow
Any one recipe, no
We used what we had.

It is nipple cold
I miss you sweet nipples
I feel so alive.

Used ark for sale
Used 40 days 40 nights
Forgot unicorns.

Home remedy books
Weeping at sight of butter
Some food is for soul. 

Great grandpa was big
He always wore Overalls 
I think - commando? 

What is best of show
Pride, proud walk, prouder strut, stare
Bichon shakes hair - wins.

We just do not know
Beneath fluff exterior
Heart of a lion beats. 

Baby baptism
He peed all over the priest
Heaven loves laughter.

Crunchy roast peanuts
Pour your salt all over me
Come hang out with nuts.

Enjoy the relief
But never ever give up
Groundhog Day it up.

You know you want it,
Pour some honey on me
Dearly beloved.

Scared of them yes sir
Pornos under white bible

I pledge allegiance
To these thanks add more desire
To be present now.

The real happy hour,
Cold beer, hot gravy, drink up
Life's better this way. 

There is a fine line 
Crazy or visionary
Tenacious blood sport.

Get up, get down Girl, 
You gotta get up, get down.
DJ saved my life

Monday, November 18, 2013

Historic Bradenton Beach Bridge Street Markey


Nov 18...this sweet baby kept me company..

Live painting project: Cathy my pet rooster from my childhood

More fish crate paintings...

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Excerpt: Short History of Tides...RhondaK "The Faint of Heart"

Excerpt: Short History of Tides...RhondaK "The Faint of Heart"
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“You know, I’m always scared to ask if a woman’s pregnant. Once I asked a woman when she was due and she let me know right quick that her lifelong problem with weight was none of my business.” He slipped me some M&Ms.

I slipped him my last smile before I fainted there on his cold, loving floor.

The Faint of Heart

“Girl, you gave me a scare,” the 7-11 clerk said. He was old. He should have been retired, but what passes for industry out here didn’t usually have a pension.

“Let me talk to her Frank,” an elephantine woman shuffled into view . She had long graying hair braided into 4 braids, two of which fed into the parallel rivers down her back.

“Do you feel anything? Pain? Pressure?” she wiped my face with a cold cloth while holding up my woozy back.

“Embarrassed.” I was glad I didn’t pee my pants when I went down.

“OK, doll baby, let’s get you up,” and she had me up before I could protest. I wasn’t sure if I shouldn’t have stayed still longer, but I knew I didn’t want to risk an ambulance coming.

“Should I call someone for you – an ambulance, a doctor?”

“No, I’m fine. Just fine. Just needed some water,” I was backing towards the door, regretting I had to leave the air. The cold false world of refrigeration and Icees.

I’d never fainted before. Never relied on the kindness of strangers and the sort of sick I felt was closer to my heart. A fear of reliance on others. It was a nausea. A soul nausea of realizing how helpless and clumsy I was. How the outside saw me as this pitiful, baby carrying creature. Frail. I couldn’t believe this was who I was in my heart. I couldn’t.

“Look, baby, let me give you a ride. It looks like you walked up here.”

“I did, but – I’m OK.” I had just walked 82 miles and had slept on the Flagler Beach Pier pretending to be with a fishing family.

“No, I’m not paying one bit of attention to you, sweetheart. You’re not in your right mind. My name is Louise, people call me Weezie. OK? I’m everyone’s Aunt around here. I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’m new.” I said feeling a sort of old. I’d never been away from home before but for church trips to parks and once to Orlando. The sun outside was in its unrelenting zenith where you’d think you could tune it in on a radio to hear it frying.

Weezie’s car was old person hot with old person smell. The cracked seats scratched the back of my legs and I couldn’t figure out how she thought she was helping me. Further, how could I tell her to drop me off in what still accounted for virtually no where? Just a straight A1A by a groaning, writhing sea.

“OK, girl, spill it.”


“Look, you’re sunburned. You’re in good clothes, but they need to be washed. You’re tired. You’re not meeting anyone’s eye even when you’re obviously in dire need of help.”

I didn’t feel Weezie. That is, I didn’t feel her bulk, her old beat-up car, the sound of her voice – none of this made me want to drop the truth like change in a buskers hat. I don’t think fat people kind. They’re just people. Nor are t hey any more lazy. It was the sense of her. The way she seemed to take me over more like a kidnapping than an angel. The way she snapped my seatbelt closed and locked my door. I could have run, but I feared the police might be called to help the poor, out of her mind pregnant girl.

“You’re right. There’s a story, but I don’t want to talk about it.”

She drew on a cigarette, blew the smoke into my face and smiled.

“Tough are you?”

She pulled out of the parking lot back on to A1A heading North. My heart’s way.

“So, what happened? Who knocked you up or do you know? You girls these days have no idea how much all of that is worth.”

I thought she meant my virginity, but it ends up she’s telling me how women these days are making money not precisely selling their babies as much as fraud.

“Babies– now that’s easy money. Pretty thing like you could start a bidding war between two couples and…”

“Ms. Louise…Weezie, I’m not interested in money.”

“You’re one dumb slut – you know that?” She says it lazy like she might remark on the color of the sunrise or a lost shoe hanging on a telephone wire.


Sunday, October 13, 2013

Bayfest is Saturday and

I am crazy busy painting up.

Meantime I restocked Restless Native in Holmes Beach. 

The copyright for Walk a Mile in my Flip flops and...RHONDAK Native Florida folk artist

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Bad copies, disrespectful people

I wrote this saying December 3 years back.

I saw a bad and direct word change on the Sea called my soul...and my heart answered more in a sorta tear.

I am constantly amazed at how people who copy other people's work do so directly, badly and arrogantly. 

I've been yelled at by people who coped me. This one mean guy--I actually had a pic of him at a show standing with copies of my work dangling around his head. Including these.

Randall's answer? A stream of profanities .


Saturday, June 29, 2013

Some days

You just gotta sleep on it. 4 hrs from testing out the man bunny for his mate and painting a lot...

Thursday, June 27, 2013


BUY HERE.  Read Excerpt below..

RhondaK--- A Short History of Tides -- Excerpt...

The fishermen didn’t even notice me. They likely thought me someone’s way too young wife.  The rush of air on my face on the bridge was irresistible and I had to look down at the white caps where two forces clashed slightly, daily forever and ever. Tide to tide.  If I fell in, I wouldn’t be swept or sucked away to anywhere. I longed for that anywhere.

The wind under their gulls’ wings ruffled with something I wish I felt in my heart.  Flight is a power.  To drop and stay from stream to stream as things change, fall and stop. To fly knowing this, an act of defiant love.

“Catch anything?” I couldn’t resist the time honored question.  He was rough, maybe in his 40s but looked dependable.  Flannel shirt undone so it hit my stomach as I walked by.

“Lordie, no.  This day the dagburned things aren’t biting.  Well, I should say, they aren’t biting my hook.  Hoover over there, he already got himself a mess of fish.”

His empty bucket slid a bit in the wind and he put his foot in it. “I’m about to give up.”

“Any chance, “ I say dreading the risk, “you’re headed North?” 

He appraised me on several levels. As a woman. As a girl. As trouble. As a pregnant woman. A young girl. And trouble again. 

“I wouldn’t be…” the wind picks up, “..trouble.”

He takes in the sky. The promise of rain. The fact no one is looking at us. The fact no fish are biting. That this is a day of troubles but perhaps acts of grace. And my hair is flying around my angelic, sunburned face.  Getting caught against the rough skin of my lips.  I know that I looked like I was going to cry.

“Are you in a hurry?” he asked.


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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

The Short History of Tides - by RhondaK

Fourteen year old Michelle's most intimate secret is about to be revealed. Instead of waiting for that moment, she decides to take the hero's journey up A1A trying to find the words for her falling apart world. Working her way north on Florida's A1A, she meets saviors, criminals, kidnappers, treasure hunters, hippies, fishermen, ghosts and ultimately a solution to a question of love and her place in history.

From sand dune to fort to tourists to tides, Michelle walks her walk and rewrites her place in Florida's history.
ry Crews whiskey shot in the back corner of a bar now resting under the soul erasing wall of Cinnamon Beach.
This short fiction is a bit of young girl Hiassen, Sebold's Lovely Bones, Hoffman's Blue Diary with a touch of a Harry Crews throwing back a shot of whiskey in a bar that doesn't exist any more.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Revenge of the armadillo

Getting out of my car this morning at the swamp library, I stumbled over a small hole and fell down on the knee I had surgery on 8 weeks ago.

What a small hole. Just enough for a heel of  shoe.

That's when I remembered the armadillo I had snuck up on last night walking to my car.

It was fun scaring him straight up into the air. He even did a squeaky toy eek as he landed 3 feet away in the bushes.

But lying in the ground this morning I felt a twinge of guilt towards my 4 clawed friend. 

It was totally score 1 armadillo.

I still have a crazy armadillo painting I want to paint.

The Aztecs called them turtle rabbits.  That face does look familiar....

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

LIVE Interview tomorrow June 12 at 9 am ISH.

TUNE IN TOMORROW For my interview on a COLOR FULL PROGRAM: 9-10 a.m., Wednesday, June 12, on WSLR 96.5 FM -- I will be exuberant!! Yes I will!!

Tomorrow's ARTS TALK will investigate three radically different perspectives on the visual arts from 9-10 a.m., Wednesday, June 12, on WSLR 96.5 FM. Rhonda K (the celebrated native Florida Folk artist who's changed the visual landscape of Anna Maria Island, Cortez and environs) will share the inspiration for her exuberant images. Matthew McLendon (the curator of modern and contemporary art at The Ringling) will take us on a guided tour of the mind through "Witness to War," "American Moderns," and other world-class exhibitions opening this month. Nancy Hall (a Sarasota-based visual artist who works on canvas and fabric) will let us in on her new gallery and its visions of tropical paradise. Tune in tomorrow for all the colors your radio can deliver!

Monday, June 10, 2013

July 12 2008... Writing, planning, working

And That's when I stopped drinking tequila.....( signs as conversation starter...)

A dr. I met at Billy Bob's had me paint: Dr. Stevens...professional troublemaker.

Life and knowledge aren't linear...go out and spin some donuts. ( written during eLearning seminar after "online course most failed- statistics" - " 'Chunking'" AKA 6 items to a bullet ( which isn't strictly correct.)

Captain Mark orders a red sign.,. "I'd rather be drinking beer and fishing thinking about God than sitting in church thinking about drinking beer and fishing,?"

We're all prawns in the game of life.

I wasn't born in Xxxxx but I got here as fast as I could.

Siesta Key
If you aren't barefoot you're overdressed. / green
It's wine:30 / pink
BYOB paradise ain't cheap
Flamingo sign/green
Seriously Krazy,

July 12, 2008

SKOB employee wall of shame
Kerry's sign
Fish sign for couple
painting go ANI -burdette's dog
Dift inn ...I love the nights

RK-it's all mind over matter...if you've lost your mind, it doesn't matter.

RK- we share such beautiful things in this life..let's dance and sing songs never sung.

Step off the edge..fall into life.

Write crazy pineapple things

RhondaK writes ( further )

A boat's history is a sequence of celebrative degradations. Of polish and splendor. Of splendor to surrender.

Look out across the bay seeing jet skis whine like leaf blowers at 6am boiling seagrass beds into lifeless strips.

Spoon bills -- life is short spoon more.
Fiddler crabs --fiddle around!
We are all prawns in the game of life.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Continuing digitizing journal 2006-7: show lists, ideas, to do lists RhondaK history

Show list 2006.

Beer kills weak brain cells. That's why the more you drink the smarter you get.

Don't gaze me bro. Andrew Meyer, 2007. University of Florida.

Gave up drinking ( worse 15 minutes of my life.)

Another word for luck is persistence.

Laugh at your problems - everyone else does.

Beach bar - where the shunned shine.

If it isn't a barstool, I' m not sitting on it.

Seen it all. Done it all, can't remember most of it,

Today is the yesterday you'll be embarrassed about tomorrow.

The tide always changes.

Life is too short to stay sober.

You show me yours, I'll show you the door- potential RKism

There is no I in team, but there is in WIN. - michael Jordan

Have you had all your shots today?

Who put the stop payment on my reality check?

Starve feeds, feed dreams.

Work is for people who can't hold their liquor. Dog: licker

Time is never wasted when you are wasted all the time.

Eat right. Exercise. Die anyway.

The booze hound is off the chain.

The Whip and Sip lounge- you've been bad and it's all good?

In case of emergency--place butt on barstool.

Work. Curse of the drinking class. Oscar Wilde

Leave room in your garden so your angels can dance.

Life is fast. Slam on your beer brakes.

I always give into beer pressure.

Please find my phone so I can call my cigarettes.

There will come a day your children will figure out YOU are the people you warned them about.

4 scores and 7 beers ago....I wasn't this happy.--RK ism

Why go to Margaritaville when you've got all the paradise you can drink right here?- RK ism

My give a damn broke and I'm not going to fix it.

This bar is R rated; strong language, brief nudity, adult situations

I used up all my sick days so I called in retired.

Beer is cheaper than don't drive-drink!

The road to ruin is a hellluva drive. RK ism

Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.

Ow 2/08/07

Getting ready fot the Cortez Fish Fest
Which I don't do:

Leave signs at Star Fish to find me at Sea Hagg
Build modest, but high end inventory for CFF
Finish Rich's signs
Paint Jeep doors


To do list:

1) update etsy to 10 products--tiki signs 3, mermaids 1
2) do written inventory
3) ask Florida Secrets to mail newsletter 2 some addresses
4) retread self promo
5) identify big events. Starve to do one.
6) ask people what I could do better
7) how can I use $100 a month to promote myself
8) identify classic sayings and add to show
9) sign up for Van Wezel first Fridays. Get app. Don't faint and cry like a girl.
10) how to minimize costs. Should I leave Siesta Key? No...should enjoy key.
11) what works: Star Fish Company, Gulfport, Billy Bob's, Restless Native, Etsy, Thieves Market

Friday, May 31, 2013

Matlacha trip to restock Frills

You HAVE to try the Italian stuffed banana peppers it you like spicy and melty

Ragged ass saloon-st James city

Tiki tax 
Bert's bar

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Beautiful Stormy Night with Sadie Pug and Trying to Catch A Sunset to Paint

A minute look at the pug and I trying to catch a sunset to paint....

Thursday, May 16, 2013


People often ask me where I get my inspiration. 

Firstly, I'm a librarian. Words - I live them.

Second, I'm a Floridian. Florida - you have to admit is full of an old rich history and endless crazy stories bounded by wonderful salt water.

And last... I don't look in etsy or the Internet for ideas. I don't go to other craft shows with a camera and an "I can do that" attitude. 

I take field trips to small places I love and huge art shows full of mad, fun ideas. 

Why drink out if a garden hose when you 
Have a heart that's ready for a fire hose?

I don't do shows. I do installations.

Live big, friends. Live the life of your own heart.

From the Frieze art show in NYC.  3 story balloon animal. I love it!

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

2008- I'm struggling with a friends death I'n Fall 2008...and this is the story

I put together this slideshow of just one week of that struggle.

It's been viewed 1700 times. I wonder if people really read it or if they just look at the pictures of Shell Beach on Siesta Key.

In it I lose a lot of things...a friend, money and work. But in that week, I create my first of what will be dozens of Star Fish Company signs. This explains the perspective it came from.

Sometimes in your worst week is an idea that helps you find your way.

I question my ability to sell something people at that point didn't expect of me--but I did-fast. I still incorporate the affordable pieces with the large because these little things helped get me through big heartbreak.

So, I know these little pieces find their way into other people's stories. I just always hope it's better than this one week in 2008 was for me.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Red Notebooks August 6 2006-7

I have kept a lot of notebooks of my work from 2005 and my life for decades. This Summer I'm beginning a digitization project of the notebooks. Some are the genesis of ideas I had, others what people asked me to do, some quotes I liked...all thoughts that built what I do now.


Things I'm painting : random and classic.

Warning:barstools in the splash zone.-me

Don't take me bro.

Idle worship in process.

All of us get lost in the darkness. Dreamers follow the stars. -- a version of Rush lyrics

Like a fine wine, I'm best when drunk.

4 scores and 7 beers ago, I wasn't this happy. - me

This Bud's for you--the rest are all mine.

One day your children will figure out you're the people you warned them

No shirt, shoes ... Problems

I gave up smoking and drinking. Worse 15 minutes of my life.

My compass does not point North. -- Alan Tikiman Keller 2006

The soul would have no rainbows if the eyes had no tears. --native American

Some call it a six pack...I call it a support group.

I have not yet begun to procrastinate.

Unruly kids will be sold to pirates.

Do you want to be happy or do you want to be right.

All I ever needed to know I learned from fishing...
You have to bait your own hook..
You have to drop your line in the water
You can't catch anything just talking about it.
It always seems to be a lot of trouble til you catch your first fish.

A smile is a gently curved line that sets a lot of things straight.


Send Sam Densler and his wive a Spirit of the Star Fish sign. ( live aboard couple who offered to tow tiki mama to east coast through the Okeechobee lock system. I declined knowing how likely that was to destroy his resources. I was scared Charlie or someone would kill me, but felt I should stay and deal with my own fate.)

Painted a yorkie for Hope Wainwright.
Beanie: the Heartbeat at my feet. --Edith Wharton saying.
She and Hemmingway both had dogs that slept on their feet while they wrote.

Painted Steve's Tiki Bar

Painted It's 5 o'clock somewhere

Old business card.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Stories behind some of my original work RhondaK....

Some stories behind my original work "Live with Egrets not Regrets" and "Walk a Mile in my Flip Flops..and Bring me back a beer.".....and MORE.

I have a lot of people telling me about work they've seen I should do they've seen sell well.  I usually smile weakly and say nothing.

That's not what I'm working on. That's not what I'm painting from.

Monday, April 8, 2013

RhondaK recommends Star Fish Co. restaurant

Star Fish Company
Cortez Florida

Widely covered by many magazines like Florida Leisure, Edible Sarasota and more.

I like the shrimp ANY WAY.   This is a real locals joint that maintains it's Old Florida style no matter how people tell them how they should do it "right."

From cheese grits to fried oysters -- to a dock full of matter of sailing vessel -- Karen Bell of Star Fish Company does it right.

Much of my original work began on this dock. It is a top re-musing zone.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

The shore is not sure

This year is deeply rooted in this idea:

“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” -Andre Gide

I have been running, promoting and doing shows now at about 40 or so a clip for 5 or more years.
Last year, I meant to cut that to 15. This year, I'm going to have the courage to cut it to zero.

One of my happiest moments last year was setting up my easel and doing a series of paintings of a place I have longed loved. I do not know that I will ever sell them.

I do know, that I still feel that day like the most electric and passionate in my life where so much of me was engaged in story, myth, joy and even fear.

And that's the place I want to live: recognition. And a profound opportunity to share the wonder of a sense of simple, old fashioned ...yes.

Besides, stepping back gives me a world where I can step it up and get a Jeep.

Often all you really need is the wind in you hair and no place to be.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Finishing this mermaid this week

As soon as I'm steady on my feet.

I hope the wobbly sidestep I just did walking the dog was inconsequential. It was a bad side step I did 4 months ago that got me here.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Gallery Pieces in Process

I'm slowing down my shows and other work to focus on large show and commercial pieces.  That's a big act of faith really, but with my knee injury, it is clear I'm at the end of doing things the same way longing for a different result.  In fact, I have a huge learning curve that may well take me the rest of my life.

I can be scared of that or paint harder.

I'm going with paint brushes UP!!

These are the starter pieces for my planned gallery show in Feb. 2014.   As you'll note, they have a lot to do with places and themes that mean something to me. 

So even if this move fails me, it is me. And that's OK.  My work always finds its people and place.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Something I learned from my dad...

though it is something he never told me...not believed himself.  However, he showed me on many, many a Saturday around some pit, lake, river or bay. This is one of my many, many paintings of the saying. I'm working on a 5' one right now. For me : HUGE.

"Life is Fishing-not Catching."

The Return of FishNu - my India Inspired Multi-armed Mermaid

Video of her history and revision. I have a one armed version of this mermaid painted on the side of my home/studio the Red Hibiscus Art Farm.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

This is a pic of a table I painted at Star Fish in Cortez Florida...

I repaint them every year.

Monday, March 25, 2013

I work...a lot.....

One of the greatest skills and talents in drive. And figuring out how to fuel it.

Advice from a Florida Folk Artist

Sleeping Horizontal Mermaid By RhondaK

My sleeping mermaid.

Small mermaids - custom personalized

Welcome. -- kinda

My front door

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Inspired at Pop's Grille in Nokomis Beach Florida

This is a sign series inspired back in 2011 by sitting at the bar of Pop's Grille in Nokomis Beach, Florida.

Custom Available here:

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

My website is up in full and simple color

Mermaids, funny bar signs, beachy things...and other things I paint from inner and outer landscapes.


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Life on a boat : the Tiki Mama

I paid a $1 for this boat and lived on it for a while anchored in Sarasota Bay. I consider it my greatest painted funny and inspirational sign. One day I hope to sit down and write the truest story of that time in my life. As soon as I can get past "it was the best of times.. It was the worst of times. "

I will tell you this, there's a freedom to owning 2 pairs of shoes, eating stone crab claws and drinking beer for breakfast and nothing on the agenda but puttering around in the dinghy with the pugs.

Everyone should fall off the grid a few times in their life just to feel how time becomes more like a jump rope than a whip.

Horizontal mermaids : the to do list

To date I only paint 2 horizontal mermaids and I've just got another request. I have a sleeping mermaid and one from the back. Going through my photos I found the first horizontal mermaid I did.

This is the LIVE AWAKE mermaid.

This Summer I'm bringing her back with 2 new ones I've been thinking on.

In all this, the "thinking on" process is the longest part of the whole thing.

Monday, March 18, 2013

This Florida Girl LOVES Texas

I tell you what, I had a HELL of a good time in Texas.  I've never been, so going to San Antonio was 4 days of pure delight.  It's not wonder many of my dearest friends and most passionate loves came from this beer making sweet talking state.

In case you are like me and are a Newbie to San Antonio, let me share some tips:

1) Find a Taco Haven for breakfast.  Walk there. Don't ask for anything more on the table than they give you.  Yes, the tomatillo sauce is amazing.

2) DO NOT DRINK Margaritas on the Riverwalk. I know. But there are two good reasons for this.  Most places do truly short pour. And a short pour or shabby mix on a $14 drink is just wrong. 

Go to Worm or Dick's Last Resort for real drinks.  Better, go off Riverwalk to any number of places in South Town.  Secondly, should you manage to drink enough margaritas to get tipsy you'll find the stairs and the lack of a safety rail by the River may cause you an indelicate, though frankly hilarious incident.
3) Go to South Town to eat/drink and shop. I found a great art store there where the owner had just come back from a buying trip in Mexico.  She suggested a place to get margaritas...and 4 bars later I had more friends and phone numbers than I had the last year in my small Florida town.  Texas is awesome fun like that. 

So fun, I 'm going there for my Summer vacation to see if this Florida Native can take the heat.  I'll tell you this, I can take hanging out and listening to people who know how to weave a story and throw our their heart with open arms.

I also met Julian Castro.  Which, is a post in and of it self. 

I LOVE Texas.
Recommended Hotel - River Vista

What I LOVED about San Antonio

WHY you should go to San Antonio Riverwalk and NOT Downtown Disney ( on either coast )

Native Florida Folk Artist