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Donna Howard

DonnaHowardFineArt

Woburn, MA

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I was born into the Witness Protection Program so the details of my childhood have been kept from me for my own safety. I was released when it was discovered that I was never in any real danger at all. I was turned out into the street with a written apology, a pat on the head and a detailed invoice payable to the FBI for all that protection I never even needed. Talk about being behind before you even begin. Actually, I was recently paroled from a 15 year sentence in an office cube. It was a fortunate occurrence if you consider all the time I wasted wishing the window directly behind me could open. I grieved for about 5 seconds before going to my attic to find the paint brushes I remember being so fond of in college. They were a tad dusty and a little more than "slightly miffed" due to my neglect. It seems they forgave me after I introduced them to the shiny new tubes of paint I had purchased just for them. Now our days are spent in joyful anticipation of the challenges each new blank canvas presents.
Except for the part about having a sketchy childhood, the first bit was a complete fabrication. sorry, I couldn't resist.

 

giraffe by Donna Howard

 

green dog by Donna Howard

 

stray grays by Donna Howard

 

my brushes are talking about me by Donna Howard

 

years ago by Donna Howard

 

The Raven by Donna Howard

 

Plummet by Donna Howard

 

anonymus by Donna Howard

 

owl by Donna Howard

owl

 

red sweater day by Donna Howard

 

lucy bleu by Donna Howard

 

night terror by Donna Howard

 

lost boys by Donna Howard

 

potHead by Donna Howard

 

the coast was unclear by Donna Howard

 

wary canary by Donna Howard

 

bird tricks by Donna Howard

 

out on a limb by Donna Howard

 

Mary Gestured thrice by Donna Howard

 

Simply a sunset I've never seen by Donna Howard

 

chef panhead by Donna Howard

 

Golden by Donna Howard

 

chef by Donna Howard

 

the artist by Donna Howard

 

will I be blue by Donna Howard

 

ballerina's five by Donna Howard

 

doll thief by Donna Howard

 

treefort by Donna Howard

 

leap by Donna Howard

 

dee oh gee by Donna Howard

 

Contemplation by Donna Howard

 

Karen reels in a big one by Donna Howard

 

my three birds by Donna Howard

 

bird pack by Donna Howard

 

a quorum of cats by Donna Howard

 

baker's three by Donna Howard

 

not so far away by Donna Howard

 

the leap by Donna Howard

 

OwEl by Donna Howard

 

tunnel light by Donna Howard

 

autumn afternoon by Donna Howard

 

dancer by Donna Howard

 

Humarock Beach by Donna Howard

 

the touch by Donna Howard

 

pink Beaked Kiwi by Donna Howard

 

henry by Donna Howard

 

broken wing by Donna Howard

 

whistler by Donna Howard