
Who were you
before society decided… and told you
who you were to be?

looking at what is… seeing what could be. Welcome to my "Market Place" Sherry Cantrick…forever space cowgirl
Each of us has our own personal definition of what art is… It is a very powerful experience when a piece of work engages a sense of pleasure within our soul. This is what art is supposed to do. This is what I seek to do.
My work is for sale. My art displays best, as large, unique statement pieces. They bring a wall to life… viewed horizontally above a couch or vertically, on a blank wall. Using a picture light and timer as I do, each evening you can feel and enjoy your pieces’ magic, as light brings this work alive. This is a perfect, unique gift.
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CedarCliffe… Snow finally arrives, and ice caves are beginning to visit the shore of Lake Huron in front of me. I ponder my love of a Great Lakes winter as I sit, embracing the warmth of my coffee in hand. My imagination sets free, feeling the 8 degrees Fahrenheit beyond my protective walls. The unpredictability of another winter day. Will the wind visit in haste today? Will snow accumulate in mass? I do not look at the forecast. I love the surprise. I think layers will protect as we walk the waters edge today. Does Miss Sophie need her coat? Entering the fridgid cold excites me. To feel the pinch of frostbite knocking at my door awakens me. I have learned through living how to keep it at bay. Yet still, sometimes I invite her into my Soul.
Why do I love this unpredictable season called winter? We have an unquestionable intrinsic bond. Old man winter is as unpredictable as I.
01 08 2022
Somewhere in Time
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