Welcome to my Blog. My adventure in 21st century. - Melanie Hickerson

Sunday, November 5, 2017


Changing a painting is also figuring out what it is all about. Painting from the inside out can be painting out of that big mystery that is inside oneself. But fun. This Strutting Grackle needed a smile, I felt, then a dolphin, I felt.

 Now I look at it and "Oh! It's about this administration stomping on the environment or the world or like that!"

I'm still fussing with it but it is ALMOST done, cooked, resolved.

Sunday, October 15, 2017


I just read about Chinati Weekend in Marfa  on the GLASSTIRE website. This year, 2017, October 6-8. One of the critics commented that her first visit to Marfa was for a whole week which was a bit much, especially for a first visit. She drives from Dallas the long way and it takes 10 hours to get there. I just cannot get excited about Marfa and minimalism in the desert. Four years of my childhood (plus another 3 years here and there in my life) in that high desert cured me. Yes, when the desert blooms (once every seven years or so) it is beyond words or photographs or anything other than experience. The stars at night in that black sky are magnificent. But like the critic said, a week out there is a bit much.

Monday, October 9, 2017


It is made of cement. Not big. About 2 feet tall and length of 4 feet or so. My great campus manager, Linda Haywood, wants to put one on campus. There are committees, forms and permissions to get for the project. I've started sketches and ideas. My first idea was just about an abstract ground for the engine. Rainbow colors dancing.

 Linda has made some GOOD suggestions. Collaboration can be powerful. She bought one of my paintings years ago called BREAKING WALLS. 
BREAKING WALLS, 2006, 20" x 16"

She thought I could use some of that idea. I think I can put it on the front. Change the rainbow. Linda also suggested travel stickers to suggest going places for the students.

I think I could suggest motion. so the idea is evolving. Linda also suggested education instruments like formulae and beakers. Those can be added. The "canvas" is about 12 feet by two feet so there is room.

I haven't seen the object yet. Just photographs. I need more measurements to do a good maquette.

Friday, September 1, 2017


Hooray! I'm back at ACC Cypress Campus which is a very art friendly campus.
This morning I hung four paintings in the hallway. Soon I will have student work to put up in the hallway, too.

One painting has been changed, a new iteration of the painting.
WINDS OF CHANGE, 30" x 24"
The Civil Rights Movement gave trail-blazing guidance to the Women’s Rights Movement in this country by demonstrating the cost and courage required for changing the power structure.

#98 (CERTIFICATION), 32" X 20"

These blocks are visuals for any of the many inescapable problems in a life. The doll could be women or childhood or innocence of individuals against the forces of life and culture.  


Ruins of civilizations are behind a grid of wild sunflowers, birds; wild things that don’t need humans. Vast expanses of a peculiar desolation

still holds remnants familiar and not. I was thinking that if some water and land persists, the remains of the human footprint will be ancient, broken, stone buildings and broad expanses of contamination.


               Salt domes are bubbles in the earth’s crust that are heated by the earth’s core. They are potential sources for geothermal energy with negligible pollution of the environment.

Thursday, August 17, 2017


I have a lot of postcards of various paintings over the years. Lately I have invested in 100 postcard stamps, using the postcards to advise the current President.   Here is some of the texts I have sent with this image.

SELF PORTRAIT, acrylic on canvas, 20 x 16

2017-8-24, Dear President Dunce Trump,
 I learned to write limericks feeding the beast,
 But you show no interest in doing your job.
 You’re conducting your duties without even your least,
 Cultivating the desperate and pandering to the mob.

2017-8-23, Dear Pres. Dummy,
 Your Rah-Rah in Arizona last night,
 Demonstrates, illustrates Your spoiled brat rights.
 I can’t continue to watch your political show.
 It’s worse than even that TV low.

.2017-8-23, Dear Prez.,
 What a Funny! To see the photo of you gazing up.
 Like stupid made visible for all to see.
 “I’m above the law, all laws,” You believe
 The sun’s light could damage others but “Not Me!”
 Ha, ha, ha – funny! 

"2017-8-22, Dear Pres. D. Jumpy Trump,

 Instinct for the jugular

 Is not as useful as a well-developed mind.

  Your short-term gains of money or power,

 Precedes your ridicule by All, in due time."

"2017-8-21 Eclipse Day, Dear Pres. Trumpilump,
 You speak tonight for serious Afghanistan stomping. 
Wall street Loves mass death and dumping.
 Can you control your ego magnification, 
When speaking to All the nation?" 

"2017-8-20 Dear Pres. Dumpy Trumpy-poo,

 Courage is counted first among virtues,

 But this quality you lack.

 Bully bluster is your substitute,

 But won’t save you from being sacked."

 "2017-8-19 Dear Pres. Bozo Trump
 The news holds no power to cheer me up.
 U.S.A. Leader in the White House is a putz.
 No class, no style, much less wit. 
But the lack of courage is the sorriest bit."

  " 2017-8-19 Dear Doofus De-Trump, 
You must thank the great Kwakiutl
For teaching his people to bathe everyday,
 Making his faithful’s immunities nil, 
Thus your ancestor’s habitual filth could kill."

"2017-8-18 Dear President 45,
 Your good fortune is a gift from others,
 Family built your distorted cushion,
 Luck handed thus by forebears smothers,
 And deluded you into a fool of the Russians."

 " 2017-8-17 Dear Dooby Prez.
 Don’t confuse your instinct for the jugular 
with ability or wit. 
You might discover a true mirror that shows
 your profound character debit.

Then I have used this image for some.
DAYDREAM, acrylic on canvas, 24" x 36"
" 2017-8-16 Dear Prez. of USA, 
We humans forget the fragility that’s ours,
 Building supports for malleable constitutions.
 You are a threat
 So Jesus wept
 Over Trump’s predator institutions."

2017-8-15 Dear Prez. Trumpkins,
 You play the racist rule
 To manipulate troubled fools
 Who willingly kneel, 
To some superior feel
 In your polluting pool.
 Ha, ha, you big Joker!"

This is another image I have used on postcards to the current Leader. 

SEARCH FOR A METHOD, acrylic on canvas, 30" x 30"
 "2017-8-5 Dear Prez. Doofus, (Trumpy, Trumpy, Frumpy) 
What a mess
 with you in charge.
 A cruel joke on us
 Looming Large.

2017-8-4 Dear Prez. Trumpy,
 Poor Mussolini and so sad Hitler’s end.
 But none so cursed
 pitied by future Earthlings,
 As You, the Grand Greed Goofling.

"2017-8-3 Dear Mr. President
 Human beings write histories,
 Prez. Trumpy in the midst.
 Future parents will warn their progeny,
 BEWARE! You could end like this!
(pointing at your image)

" 2017-8-2 Dear President Doofus Thrumpy,
 Is getting massive jumpy.
 No More family love, No more ties that bind.
 Immigration only for fees and money."
 " 2017-8-1, There once was a President Buffoon,
 Who danced to a Russian tune.
 He tried to eat money, dipped in raw honey
 but choked by the light of the moon.
 Dear Mr. President, A limerick for you! "

Poetry is difficult!!