It’s a small world. But I wouldn’t want to paint it.

On Saturday, we went to ArtScape. Just Andrew and me.

And aside from the 95 degree weather, it was wonderful.

We just wanted to walk around. See some art. Drink a mojito or two. Listen to some music.


Within the first few minutes, a booth caught my eye. Bright colors. Bold. Shiny. I was compelled to walk into the booth. Liz Williams’ booth.

I liked her work so much, we stopped over to say hello. I thought I’d get a card and maybe buy something when the budget allows. She was friendly. From Atlanta, she said.

And then I asked, “is your maiden name Mallory?” (Yes, I realize this is an odd question.)

She cocked her head and said, “How did you know that?”

I never forget a face. She and I shared an apartment in Richmond, Virginia in 1982 and haven’t seen each other or spoken since. We never had a falling out or anything. We were really just casual acquaintances – friends of friends. But we liked each other. (Or at least I liked her.) And then, we just went our separate ways.

It was great seeing her. Odd to run into her that way.

I love her work. If you want to see more, check out this gallery. Or email Liz.

Tell her Wendy says hi!


3 thoughts on “It’s a small world. But I wouldn’t want to paint it.

  1. wow. that really is a small world! how cool that it was the booth that you were drawn to.
    i can’t believe you ventured out. you must have melted from the heat! i think they should schedule it for october next year, a much nicer time of year.

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