pooh-day (aka Linda Day)
A LONG --
ARTIST BIOGRAPHY -- BECAUSE I AM LONG LIVED
In the forties, along the N.C. Atlantic Beach shoreline, a mutinous "preacher’s daughter" and a shark fisherman (who claims kinship with Blackbeard) had a heartsmittened rendezvous in the frothy, seafoam and the wet, tumbling, shelly, sandy grit; thus, I emerged from the ocean waves as a baby "high-tider" -- the mutt mixture of salt water and a silver spoon. The seagulls named me Linda Day; the sandfiddlers nicknamed me "pooh" and I sign my paintings as pooh-day.
Living for forty years on an island among the sand dunes, speaking with a foreign-sounding down-east brogue, having the ocean as your backyard and the Bird Shoals and Shackleford Banksas your playground, is a life of which books are written and pictures are painted. I’ve passionately done both for twenty-five years and have immortalized memory-scapes in my heart, in my paintings and in my mind. And meshed in my coastal heritage, I surfed the waves of love, marriage, children, divorce, single, college (a recreation therapy degree), marriage, death, more love, retirement and today I am with a cute yankee companion who is my art and writing critic and a personal trainer. I am his token fitness failure! Whew! -- Done some serious journaling! And while life was going on so did the vibrations of my writing, poetry, books and art, weaving us all together into an original creation.
