Mary Warwick Design

Hi.  Thanks for stopping by.  

People often ask how I learned to paint and my answer is the same:  Practice, practice, practice. 

I've been painting all of my life (okay, maybe not during the first three years) and it's been a joy.  Being an only child, my mom would keep a heavy arsenal of art supplies on hand to keep my out of trouble.  It didn't work.  I once took my shirt off and painted "Peace" on it.  That got mom off of the phone really fast!  At that point, Mom decided it was time to switch to nonporous media, so she bought me a Crayola box of crayons in which all of the crayons were in a box horizontally.  You could easily read their names. It rocked!  Sky Blue was my favorite color. 

I took art as an elective class all through high school which put me in the exile land of fourth period lunch.  This was truly suffering for my art.  Nobody cool was in fourth period lunch.  Oh well.

My art teacher totally rocked.  He let us do whatever we wanted to do.  He only became an art teacher because the art department had the shortest registration lines.  He went to school on the GI Bill.  He said that after serving in the Army, he'd never eat Spam or wait in line again.  Amen to that.   

Do you know why else he was cool?  He let us play the radio.  It's the little things that get you through the day.

Because we could do whatever we wanted, my friends and I spent most of our time silk screening t-shirts of our favorite bands.  We excelled at copyright infringement. 

During senior year, my love of Journey waned and I decided to start painting watercolors.  For the next twenty years, I used this medium. 

After I had my son in 1998, it became more difficult to find time to paint but I tried to stick with it.  Below is a photo of my son and I painting watercolors.  He's still wearing his pajamas. 

Why get dressed if you don't have to? 

And by the way, isn't the gold shadow striping on the wall marvelous?  It was my Martha period.

In 2005, a friend showed me how to paint on glassware.  It was fun and I enjoyed it.  I thought to myself, "Damn these are cute gifts."   

For the first time in a long time, I wanted to paint again.  I soon realized that if I had painting projects all over the diningroom table, we'd have to eat out. 

And thus, a business was born.