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Come for happy hour, 3 to 6 pm
Please bring a bottle of wine, some beer, or an appetizer.  See you then.


Don't Miss our next Art Escape -

Watercolors ArtEscape at Denver Botanic Gardens  (Date to be determined)

A Day of Fun with Fabulous Flowers and Wonderful People

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Cost:  $50

Great News - -  I am the first place winner of The 2010 Unknown Writers' Contest sponsored by the DENVER WOMAN'S PRESS CLUB for my nonfiction essay The Color of Love.  My three year writing effort of my memoir Back to Bali is finished and this win will hopefully get me off my butt and shop it around to agents - a dreaded job at best.  For those of you readers, I have attached the essay below.  I would love to hear your comments.
Follow my other writings at my blog

Quinn Reed
Artful Way  LLC
2142 Jones Place
Berthoud,  CO  80513



By Quinn Reed


            Sometime during my marriage, my bright eyes slowly cloud with cataracts of fading appreciation.  My husband fades into shades of muted heather gray and the soft golden ochre of a well-worn sweater rather than electric blue and the scarlet color of pomegranate juice of our early days.  I’ve become accustomed to his face, his voice, his scent, his smile… his able hands.  As one year follows another, color blindness sets in, reducing the image of my husband from the technicolor of new experience to the monochrome of familiarity. 

            The realization that tomorrow marks our fortieth year of marriage astonishes me.  Our time together has evaporated as quickly as rain water falling on the Serengeti plains where we began our married life as Peace Corps volunteers in Africa.   I am so overcome by the significance of this milestone that I decide to throw a party.  My decision to celebrate may be a stroke of genius or more likely, simply a stroke of luck.  In any case, it is the catalyst that reawakens my appreciation for my husband.


How can a party re-energize a lazy heart and rekindle memories that sweep through the body, cleansing perceptions, and clearing vision?  How can a wedding dress transform feelings like a pair of old shoes made to squeak once again with newness and shine with promise like the day they were made?  What power does a scuffed wedding album hold to tell a story?  Why does putting pen to paper to write a toast reveal dreams that have come true?




            Three times during our marriage, I toss my wedding dress and veil into the trash.  Each time my husband rescues it.   “You shouldn’t throw your wedding dress away!” he’d say.

            “Why not? It’s just a humble, handmade dress that I created on my Singer sewing machine.  It served its purpose.  We no longer need it.”

            Believing that it still has value, each time I toss it, my husband retrieves it and hands it to me to stuff back into the plastic zippered bag.  We drag the wedding gown with us into each new chapter of our life as we move from job to job, house to house, state to state.  As the years pass, I give no thought to the bridal dress languishing in some dark corner of the basement.  Once, at year thirty, I thought that the dress was gone – lost forever.

 My allegiance to the wedding dress has long since turned to other dresses - better made dresses, like the flirty cocktail number in a fuchsia silk, with its price tag still on, waiting to be worn with the hundred inches of pink pearls at our wedding anniversary party tomorrow night.

            On the eve of our party, I spot a crumpled ball of white on the top shelf of the guest room closet.  Climbing onto a step stool, I pull the bag down and open it.  I remove the garment and spread it out on the bed.  My husband sees the forgotten wedding dress and suggests I iron it.  So I spend the eve of our anniversary arranging the tired crepe on my ironing board, pressing life into the long, cuffed sleeves and the gentle falling skirt trimmed with white fur that skims the floor.   Next, I tackle the veil – four tiers of tulle attached to a tiny pillbox hat.  Not having ironed the veil since my wedding day, I wonder if it will shrink and burn - if the edges will curl in protest from the assault of the heated iron.  It doesn’t.  Rather, it returns to life and falls into beautiful cascades, just as it did during the January blizzard when my husband and I, still in college, wed forty years ago.

            Returning to the guestroom closet, I take out my husband’s wedding suit.  Worn only once, it is an exquisite garment.  Made of finely woven virgin wool in a deep navy color, the double-breasted suit is impeccably tailored. I notice its faint pin stripes still catch the light, just as they did the day we were married.

            I hang my wedding veil and the white crepe dress, with the bow at the back of the waist facing out, on a peg on the guest room wall.  This is the view the guests filling the church pews saw that Sunday afternoon four decades ago.  Only the priest was privy to the tears streaming down my face as I knelt next to my future husband exchanging vows.

Carefully, I hang the handsome suit next to my dress and the years between that January and this one disappear.  Separately, the dress and the suit are only garments.  But hanging next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, they become imbued with enough energy to reincarnate the past.   They begin a dialogue with each other and the air changes color as it becomes charged with faith, hope and promise.  Like a living piece of art, the diorama that hangs on the pegs, delight the guests who come to celebrate our wedding anniversary.  As they deposit their winter coats on the guestroom bed, the women squeal with delight and the men grin.  All who gaze at the bodiless couple hanging on the wall are made aware of the significance of the day when the lovely young woman with the tiny waist joined her life to the tall, slender man of twenty-one. All our heartbeats quicken, but none more than mine.



                        Wanting to toast my husband at our party, I retreat to my office with a note card and pencil and reflect on our life’s journey together.  When I was a teenager in North Dakota, my aunt encouraged me to think big.  On her advice, I sent intentions out into the universe as to what I hoped my life would bring.   Today, I visit those intentions one by one. 


            Someday, let me stand at the foot of the great pyramids of Egypt, one of the wonders of the world.

  With my young husband at my side, I have stood on the banks of the Nile, visited the pygmies in the Congo, felt the spray of Victoria Falls on my face, and climbed Mt. Kenya in a snow storm.  I’ve seen Buddha’s tooth, camped at the foot of the Himalayas and visited Moscow when there still was a Soviet Union.   Throughout our years together we have traveled the globe and seen all the places I had read about as a child in the basement of our city library built of stone.    


Someday, let me have a family that will be my rock, a source of joy. 

I think of our parenting years and our grown daughter and son, both wonderful people, and smile.


  Someday, I want a home that is uniquely me – a place where my soul can fly.

I look around my home of tall ceilings filled with light.  From my windows, I see mountains, wildlife, and wide open vistas.   This home provides me with privacy to feed my spirit and with space to gather friends and family.  My husband was my partner in designing this home with its art studio, a labyrinth, and patios enough to follow the sun.


Someday, let me become the woman I was meant to be.

I wanted my life’s work to make a difference - to work as a therapist with people with disabilities, to serve in the Peace Corps, to volunteer in my community and to become an artist.  They have all come to pass. When the hour comes for the toast, I know what to say.  I say thank-you.

Thank-you husband for the pyramids.

Thank-you husband for being a wonderful father.

 Thank-you husband for our lovely home.

Thank-you husband for taking in stride all my reinventions over the years. 

With you as my partner, I have become the woman I was meant to be.  All my dreams have come true.



            Searching our bookshelves, I extract the Bridal Album recording our wedding day.  It hasn’t been opened in years and the silver letters on the cover are dull and the plastic holding the photos in place has grown brittle.  On a whim, I gently dust it off and place it on the side-table in the living room.

            Throughout the afternoon’s festivities, every time I glance at the table, I notice guests, bent over, carefully examining the album, slowly turning each page.  I am surprised that it is such a hit.  My son-in-law approaches and touches my arm.  “Those are really nice photos.”

Surprised at his comment, I respond, “Oh, you think so?”  We didn’t have a professional photographer to artfully frame each shot.  At our modest wedding, a kind relative with a Kodak camera in her purse thoughtfully snapped the shots, willy nilly. I make a mental note to look at the album later, alone, to discover the story it tells.

 After the house is empty, while my husband rinses out wine glasses, I sit, exhausted, on the couch and switch on a light over my shoulder.  I open the album and examine each photo, trying to break the code, attempting to see what my guests found so interesting.  Like an archeologist, examining an ancient manuscript, I tease out the clues of the images of the couple that existed then. 

Immediately, I am struck at how beautifully innocent and full of hope they seem to be.  In some of the photos, the bride looks a little lost.  She reminds me of a person getting off an elevator on the wrong floor, stunned, struggling to get her bearings. 

As I turn the pages, I notice the groom is smiling.  A wide grin of pure pleasure and happiness radiates from his face in image after image.  He looks so present, so grounded.  He looks so sure….about this day and the ones to follow. 

A pictorial pattern emerges; in every photo the groom is holding his bride’s hand.  Sometimes, he wraps her arm through his and tucks it close to his side, other times, he gently but firmly cups her small hand with both of his.  But there is more.  When the groom looks at his bride, his face is close to hers.  They seem to be connected by a non-verbal language unique to them. 

 Even though, these two people in the photos share the same DNA as my husband and my present self, I feel like a voyeur.  But the pictorial story reawakens my heart as I crack the code of the wedding album.   He loves her very much.


This morning, the day after our anniversary, I wake with my arm tucked through my husband’s and I am filled with gratitude.  Before I open my eyes to begin year forty-one, I sense the color of our bedroom walls will appear more vibrant.   Yesterday, the wedding attire hanging side by side added tonal nuances to my black and white palette of appreciation.  The wedding toast contributed rich jewel tones of drama and depth to my vision. The wedding album embellished my perception with shots of metallic gold, silver, bronze and copper.  No longer color blind, I am once again looking at my marriage through the eyes of an artist. Once again, I see the color of love.



DON'T MISS our next Art Escape:

Park Hill and Botanic Gardens ArtEscape  
on't Miss this Art Escape at Pam Farrar's home in Park Hill, followed by a day in the Denver Botanic Gardens.  
Come to either day or both.  Beginners are welcome.  Saturday, June 12, and Sunday, June 13, 2010.



I am teaching a 6:00 pm Monday evening class and a 9:00 am Friday morning class in my home.    If you are interested in additional YOGA classes, contact me at or call me at 970-817-9564.

Yoga Schedule: 
        6:00 pm Monday Yoga

        9:00 am Friday Yoga


Holiday Art Show and Sale at the Berthoud Wildfire Community Arts Center, December 1 & 2, 2007

I am participating in the Berthoud Holiday Art Show and Sale at the Wildfire Community Arts Center at 425 Massachusetts Avenue in Berthoud.  The show is Saturday and Sunday between 12 and 5 pm.  Come up and see me at the show or give me a call at 970-817-9564 or send an  email to to arrange time to drop by my home/studio.


New Telephone Numbers

We have a new home telephone number.  It is 970-817-9564

Our cell phones are Cingular.   Quinn's number is 720-289-9564.   Mike's cell number is 303-809-6674




You may be receiving emails from an unscrupulous individual who is using our domain name as the return to address for a spam or unsolicited email campaign.  This is commonly known as email "spoofing".  Email spoofing may occur in different forms, but all have a similar result: a user receives email that appears to have originated from one source when it actually was sent from another source. Email spoofing is often an attempt to hide the identity of the actual sender of an unsolicited email message (aka spam).

More information on email spoofing can be found at the following sites:

Unfortunately, there is no way that we can proactively prevent this from occurring.  We are also getting inundated by returned mail notices because of this same unscrupulous individual.   We have shut down our "catch-all" email, so address your email to us carefully.

We have reported this spoofing to our domain hosts and to the Federal Trade Commission.  It began about October 7, 2006, and continues.  It looks like it is coming out of Egypt. Not much we can do about it.  Spam campaigns are usually short lived because the responsible party is constantly attempting to avoid detection. Spammers will change identity often.

Hopefully, this spoofing will be short lived.  We are sorry for your inconvenience that this spoofing has caused.

Recent Events

Longmont Art Walk 2007

Quinn is one of the featured artist in the Longmont Art Walk 2007.  Quinn will be showing her Lover Series at the CrackPots, 501 North Main Street in Longmont.   Hope to you there this Friday, May 18, 6:00-9:00 pm.   Click here for pictures


Sage Moon Gallery

Quinn will be the featured artist in the valentine show at the Sage Moon Gallery in Loveland.   Reception and opening is second Friday, February 9, 6:00-9:00 pm.   Quinn will be showing her Lover series.

Art Shows & Galleries  

Gallery East

    Hope to see you at the Gallery East opening/reception on Saturday, November 11, 2006, 4-8 pm.  I'm one of ten artist in this show.

Quinn's Open House and Art Show

        Hope to see you at my Open House and Art Show on November 14, 2006 from 3:00 to 7:00 pm.  To see some examples of my work, click here to go my "Art Gallery"   Directions to my Home/Studio are at the bottom of this page.



Sage Moon Gallery  

This ad appeared in the Denver Post's Denver Art Museum Supplement, Oct 6, 2006

I'm in Loveland's Sage Moon GalleryLoveland's art walk is the second Friday; the next one is February 9, 2007, 5:30 pm - 9:00.  The Sage Moon Gallery is located in old downtown Loveland on Fourth Street west of ClevelandIf you can't make these Second Fridays, give me a call at 970-817-9564 or send an  email to to arrange time to drop by my new home/studio.

Standing Sun Gallery  


I'm in Denver's Standing Sun Gallery with my Women and Costa Rica SeriesDenver's art walk is the first Friday; the next one is October 6, 2006, 5:30 pm - 9:00.  The Standing Sun Gallery is located at 826 Santa Fe Drive, Denver.  Come and see me first Friday (next one:  October 6) or give me a call at 970-817-9564 or send an email to to arrange time to drop by my new home/studio.

Fifth Street Art Market - A Gallery without Walls
July 14, 2006, 5:30 pm - dark

I exhibited my painting in Loveland's Fifth Street Art Market - A Gallery without Walls.  The show was held Friday July 14, 2006, 5:30 pm - dark, in old downtown Loveland on Fifth Street between Lincoln and ClevelandIt was great fun and I and Mike meet lots of interesting people in the Art community.  Hope to see you all at other event later this year.  If you misted me at Loveland's "Galley without Walls," come up and see me at my studio/home.  Give me a call at 970-817-9564 or send an  email to to arrange a time to drop by and see my new work.


The Garden Party on Sunday, August 20, 2006, was a smashing success.  Thanks to all for for your scrumptious morsels and drink. Click on image to enlarge. 

Berthoud Arts and Humanities Alliance (BAHA) Wine Tasting, Silent Auction, and Art Show at the Berthoud's L&M Garden Center, October 21, 2006

The Berthoud Arts and Humanities Alliance (BAHA) has been promoting the arts in the community for 15 years.  BAHA has promoted murals painted throughout the town and sculptures placed in Berthoud's parks, childrens' art camps, and the local artists.  All this has all been possible through BAHA's Annual Wine Tasting, Silent Auction, and Art Show event.
It was held the 3rd Saturday of October every year (October  21st this year).  Wine and brew tasting, food, music, silent auction, and art displayed and available to purchase.  It was a wonderful evening of cultural enjoyment and I so loved meeting and talking to all those who attended and stopped by to view my painting.   I hope to see you all at other events this coming year.

October 29, 2006 (Sunday):  Jones Farm Watercolor Workshop at Quinn's home.  We had beautiful weather and lots of fun and learning.  My next Art Escape will be in February sometime and will be Sumi-e.  Hope to see all of you at my next Art Escape.

New Web Sites

I've started up a new several new web sites to distinguish between the various activities that I do.  Please don't be confused.  It's still all at the Artful Way!

Yoga by Quinn (  a variant of the, where your enter the Yoga Page

Quinn Reed's Artful Way ( and  a variant of the

Art by Quinn ( and  a variant of the, where your enter the Art Gallery

Take a Look at my Labyrinth

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Berthoud,  Colorado  80513

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2553 N Marion St
Denver, Colorado  80205
 providing creative experiences that will increase joy, self-awareness and empowerment.  Our mission is to transmit positive feelings of joy, excitement, adventure ...    Quinn is passionate about life and it shows in her art, her yoga practice, and her empowerment classes ... Located east of Berthoud, half way between Loveland and Longmont, Colorado.
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