Laurie Pace - Fine Artist

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 I Can Never Get Enough Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   Have you ever wondered how many thoughts can run through your head at the same time? This morning after church, Hubby went back for a forgotten coffee cup. What I expected to be five minutes became nearly fifteen, so I stood beneath a tree and watched families pass by. I noticed children, exchanged greetings and discovered that apparently boots and dresses are VERY popular with teenage girls this year. Who knew? 😂 It reminded me how easily we become distracted. People. Food. Dogs. Traffic. Painting. Something someone said. Something we should have stopped thinking about three days ago. Then I looked at this horse from 2016. He has exactly one thing on his mind: whatever is in that feeder. Perhaps mindfulness isn't about stopping every wandering thought. Maybe it is learning to notice where our thoughts are taking us...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Face With In- the beginnings Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   At 4:15 this morning, a long beep woke me. Terry was already in the kitchen making coffee and wanted me to see the red moon. I made myself a cup of hot tea, crawled back into bed, and began going through old photographs on my computer. Instead of simply cleaning out files, I found myself walking backward through years of paintings. And something happened. I began seeing my work differently. I saw strength I had forgotten was there. Color. Courage. Paintings where I trusted myself enough to follow an idea without knowing exactly where it would lead. Then I came across Face Within. I loved the beginning of this painting. I still do. The face had something—the color, the light, those unexpected blues and greens moving through her skin. But I couldn't figure out what the rest of the painting needed. So instead of w...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Wedding Day Blooms Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   Every once in a while, a painting finds its way back into my life. A few days ago, for some reason, I checked the messages on my business Facebook page—something I rarely do anymore. There was a message from a man in New York: “Hello. I have recently come across a painting I believe you did.” It was Wedding Day, an acrylic painting from my colorful Pop Art period around 2005–2006. But where he found it is the real story. He is a maintenance director at a senior living building. A storage room that hadn't been gone through in who-knows-how-long was being cleaned out. The direction was simple: if it wasn't needed, throw it away. Inside a closet, he found my painting. He could have thrown it away. Instead, he told me:   “I found it and knew there was more to it.” I love those words. He didn't contact me to ask wha...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Curb Sitters Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   CURB SITTERS | Where Childhood Happened Growing up in Lake Highlands in Dallas during the late 1950s and 60s, a curb wasn't simply the edge of the street. We balanced on it, attempted ballet, jumped it with bicycles, drew on it with chalk—and sat there with our friends. The driveway was part of childhood, too. Four Square, jump rope, cheerleading, gymnastics and our singing game, “Strut Miss Suzy.” We didn't need music playing. We were the music. Years later, Terry and I returned to Lake Highlands, and I watched another generation of children discover those same curbs and driveways. Neighborhoods change. Childhood changes. But every now and then I still see a child balancing on a curb or several children sitting together, doing apparently nothing at all. Maybe that is why I painted Curb Sitters. Because sometimes the moments w...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 BLOCK PARTY Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   There was a time when the neighborhood really was part of childhood. Our street in Dallas was only one long block, built on a tall hill. We were the third house up from the bottom, just a block from the elementary school. Families filled the neighborhood, and so did children. Our home was unusual—a contemporary home built in a style similar to Frank Lloyd Wright, filled with glass, garden spaces and color. But outside was where another kind of life happened. Children ran from house to house. Bikes appeared in driveways. Friends gathered without appointments or schedules. And when Dallas actually gave us enough snow? That hill became ours. Can you imagine the sleds coming down it? Years later, at one of our neighborhood block parties, I ran around with my camera photographing the children. One of those moments eventually became ...

© Laurie Pace        Graphics One Design 2026 Waiting There for You Oil on Canvas  SOLD   by Laurie Pace   Ten Minutes in the Pantry I told myself I would spend ten minutes cleaning out one pantry shelf. Twenty-five minutes later, I had discovered two bags of organic flour that expired in 2024, dehydrated blueberries I don't remember ordering, four containers of baking soda, crackers missing since last March, and an unopened bottle of lemon juice—also from 2024. Out they went. There wasn't a single expired can. It was simply one overcrowded shelf where little things had disappeared behind other little things. When I finished, I stood there thinking: There. I can see what I have again. Then the morning made its point twice. I found this screenshot of an older painting in one of my computer folders. I know I painted it, probably sometime between 2018 and 2022. I cannot remember its title, and I haven't yet found the original...