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May 28, 2020

We have so enjoyed being part of the TriCity Art Scene, but,  alas, we have been shuttered for weeks that have stretched into months, and now find that we need to close our business.  We will be open (details later) for a few short weeks before we remove the signage and lock the door.  We have lots of art to place in their final homes.  There will be some discounting.  Please be mindful of the amazing artists we represent, BA Brad Anderson, Laura Gable, MaryAnn Free Smith, Jessica Heidi Stoker, Gary Davis, Connie Fry, Bobbi Wilson, and our sculptor, Nathan Robles.  If you have been yearning to acquire a fine piece of original art from these amazing artists, now is a good time to act. Don't hesitate to call my cell phone 509.531.9420 There is so much to sort out in just a little bit of time.     


A gallery size space became available for lease near the historic Parkway in downtown Richland, Washington. I looked at it. Then I turned and looked at the river. When I  turned again to the leasing agent, I asked,  "Where do I sign?" We were lured here back in 1984, by the river, the mighty Columbia river that rises from glacier ice  and is still freezing cold as flows through the TriCities.  We boat on that beautiful river, waterski and tube and wake board on the river.  Now we sell art beside the river.  

Looking for art

I've always been obsessed with art. I look for it everywhere I go.  I have looked for art on the beach,  I  have looked for art in  in a meadow, deep in an English forest, in the Tates, MOMA, the Getty, large galleries, small galleries, museums, homes, parks, on the sidewalk and street corners. I found Kurt Schwitters old Merzbarn and looked there. Now  I look at art in my own gallery. Then I sell it. And hang more art all day long, every single day (except Sunday., of course)  It is a most pleasant experience.

 Money does grow on trees...

I like order...

I like order. It is difficult to walk into a room and not change a picture frame, move display piece or adjust the position of a chair. When I was a young girl my father used to pause in the doorframe of my room and refer to it as 'Neva's museum' because of its exceeding orderliness.

Living in the San Francisco Bay area as a newly married woman in 1972, I was astounded to discover the delights of the San Francisco Design Center as I trekked along with Marjorie Scott on her interior design errands choosing fabrics and wallpapers. It was way beyond anything I'd imagined growing up in Panaca, Nevada where my greatest design inspiration was the Sears catalog. The SFDC was the largest art pallet Id ever seen, full of imaginative ideas showcased in leading edge displays.

My creative outlet for many years was decorating the myriad of houses we moved into and out of until my husband suggested we find some other way to entertain ourselves...... 

"I think ​I will rent a booth next year," I said to my bestie, Pat Woodbury, as we strolled through Art in the Park , at Howard Amon, beside the Columbia River in downtown Richland, Washington, late in the summer of 2012.

"And just what would you sell in your booth, Neva Jo?"

"I'm going to reinvent myself as an artist. I'll sell my art in a booth at next year's Art in the Park" to which she laughed and said "You're crazy!"

I was hot in the park that year, so we went into the Gallery at the Park. Inside, I told Pat, "Forget the booth in the heat, I want my art to hang inside the air conditioned Annual Juried Art Show."

Pat threw her head back, laughing, and replied, "Not only are you crazy, you're certifiable! The art you are sorta, maybe going to start learning to make is never going to hang in an air conditioned gallery, Neva!"

BUT, I did and it was and I went on making art, selling art, exhibiting art...