Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Kristine is Live

My new web site,, is up and I hope you all will take a look and let me know what you think. Posts from Watercolor Haiku moved over to the new blog page okay, but I can't figure out how to move Google Friend Connect along with them. Until I solve this dilemma, you can continue following Watercolor Haiku via the subscribe by email button on the new blog page. Does anyone know how to move Google Friend Connect to a WordPress blog?

Thursday, April 03, 2014

Going to Watercolor USA 2014!

Hen & Chicks ©Kristine Fretheim
Hen & Chicks (detail)
19.5 x 15.5
My painting Hen & Chicks has been selected by juror Maggie Adler for the Watercolor USA 2014 exhibition at the Springfield Art Museum in Springfield, MO. The exhibit is open from June 7 - August 5, 2014.

Since 1962 the Springfield Art Museum has recognized and encouraged watercolor painting from across the United States by sponsoring the Watercolor USA annual national competition. I am thrilled to have a painting included in this exhibition!

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

How Long Will It Take

Mary Janet Allis Peterson
May 24, 1925 ~ February 15, 2014
Oil on Canvas by Kenneth R. Peterson
… for the sadness and this knot in my chest to go away? I didn't realize how often I thought of her, how often I called her to chat about this and that. I wasn't aware of the space she filled in my days. I wasn't aware. She was opinionated, outspoken and impatient, and I was often upset by our conversations. Even so, I called her frequently, happy to hear the sound of her voice. She was my mother, my rock, and my wake-up call. And she was a remarkable woman.

She married the love of her life, artist Kenneth Peterson, in 1948 and their life together was rich with family and friends. He died suddenly at age 49, leaving her with three children to raise on her own. She never re-married.

She created a good life for herself and her children working as an executive secretary, a bank teller, a fabric store manager. She loved fashion. She was always beautifully dressed. She was smart, out-spoken and direct, and while her daughter is prone to fits of day-dreams ('Kristy, you think too much!'), my mother became softer, more patient with me as she aged. She loved to read; her bookcase shelves were full and piles of books spilled out on the floor around them. She lived with passion. Her retirement was filled with creative projects, many more than she could ever finish. She was insatiably creative. A piece of her embroidery reads, "Busy hands are happy hands." She loved needle-work of all kinds, cooking, painting and drawing. My father once asked her to withdraw from his portrait painting class, because she was so good, she intimidated his students. (She really was that good.)

Once I told her, "I know the time is coming, but I'll be devastated when Munch-cat dies." She grew silent and stared hard at me with steely green eyes. She knew her time was coming and I couldn't face it. She seemed to push me out into the world, forcing me into a strong role that didn't fit.

Her picture is next to her number on my phone. I'm keeping her there for awhile, yet. If only we could have a little more time. I still have so many questions and so many, many things to tell you, Mom!