It was 1968….




It was 1968, and I really thought that I was Janis Joplin.

Not really, but I had the bracelets, and the battered suede jacket, My best friend Sandy and I use to ditch school on Fridays, load up her old Porsche sleeping bags strapped on the back and head up the coast towards San Francisco. In those days a road trip was easy, it was fun, we weren’t afraid of anything. We were young, adventurous, and hippies!

Wow that Porsche was amazing to drive up highway #1 on the way to Big Sur. We wold stop there and camp for the night. We’d always run into a great group gathered around a booming fire pit and end up singing and laughing half the night away. Those were the days, wow people were friendly. You never had to worry about a gun being pulled on you. I would call my Mom and tell her we were heading out and she’d say have fun girls! We would even give people lifts if they could squeeze in the tiny backseat.

Haight Ashbury was an amazing place. Filled with sites and sounds rich in the kingdom of hippy-dom. There were a ton of characters there in those days. This was the time before the heavy duty drug culture started their rise to the top. It was joy, love, peace and music! Love Ins in the golden gate park every weekend, free warm tea on cold mornings. Incense burned tambourines clanked, people danced in wild abandon. THIS was  what the counter culture had going for it.

The hippy movement of the 60’s is responsible for many things we take for granted today. We were the innovators. There’s so much that wouldn’t exist today if it were not for the talented entrepreneurs of the 60’s….Whole Foods, organic gardening, health food, vitamin awareness, awareness of healthy living, freedom of speech and thoughts, the rights of women, children minorities….the list goes on and on. There would be no legalized marijuana, medicinal or otherwise, there would never have been a same sex marriage. The 60’s opened consciousness, opened minds and opened hearts. It made it o.k. for people to step out of their offices, homes, and schools and protest things that they didn’t like, it gave freedom a whole new voice. Writers started writing freely, artists painted where they had never gone before….

I never felt prouder than walking down Wilshire blvd protesting the war in Vietnam. Working a fundraiser for the woman that started “War is not healthy for children and other living things” dancing all night in Venice suede vest beads and all…..

I hung out at Jim Morrisons place on Venice boardwalk….he use to buy my tie-dyed t-shirts  from The Rose, a conveinent coffee head shop,way before Starbucks was even thought about…Jim always said “Deb, make more colors” haaaaa

Hanging with Robert and Led Zepplin, I loved his hair, oh Michelle what fun we had, wink wink. The parties up in the Hollywood Hills, Rodney Bingamhimer, The Fig parties, driving in the Excaliber down Sunset Blvd. with a loud speaker on the front of the car…Oh My Gosh!

The 60’s were great. Everyone thinks that their time period was the best, they should it’s when we grew up, when we formed our values. It’s what made us the way we are today….

I’m proud to be an ol’ hippy……

Peace and Love…..Deb


Camellias are like hidden secrets


I feel like I found a prize, that just keeps giving and giving. There are so many options with this lowly little flower. It’s kind of like a human being, so many looks. How is that? Isn’t that just wild when you think about it? No one looks exactly like anyone else, except ofcourse for identical twins. This struck me as so mind bending, as I studied the camellia trees and their new blooms, I saw little faces none of them exactly alike.

We have certain characteristics blue eyes, blonde hair, etc. But try drawing someone then the next person, and you will soon see the dilemma, the nuances, subtle, it’s all about a certain balance. The most beautiful, as society states, are those faces that are very balanced, their features measure almost identical, I learned this in art school. Take your pointer finger and thumb and measure from the bottom of your nose to the top of your eyebrow, if you slide this across your face to your ear it should be the same size. Measurements like this happen all over your face. Your mouth width to eye length, etc. There is symmetry, there is a perfection, and an almost mathematical system of proportion going on. You’ll learn this in an anatomical drawing class.

But, I’m not drawn or attracted to that to that. I’m drawn to the withered petals on the bush, I look for the quirkiness, for the imperfections on the petals. I find that to be the most fascinating. That’s why I fell in love with Diane Arbus, she fell in love with the eccentricities of life. That’s what I seek on the camellia bush, the odd, the misshapen, the dying petals…..they’re so much more interesting.

It’s that way with people too. I like to see the depths, the layers, and the history. Always look for the hidden it’s much more intriguing.


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Being grateful….

Being grateful is an all encompassing feeling. It is a warmth that spreads throughout your body, thru your day, and throughout your life. It’s the warm, soft blanket of comforting I wear. It’s my broken down shoes that look just like my feet. It’s the smell of morning rain. Grateful is that cup of soup on a cold evening, or the feel of the book you are just finishing.
I don’t mind being completely enveloped by grateful. I’m grateful to be alive every day.


Art supplies and drooling……






They are my candy. I love trying new techniques, get me in a good art supply store and I’m lost for a couple of hours. Do you know the way a book feels when you first pick it up, just yummy, delish, like there are hidden mysteries inside yet to be discovered? That’s how I feel about a box of colored pencils or new tubes of paint. I feel the possibilities.
It is my drug, my obsession, my drink, my joy and my heroin. 

When most women would rather spend money on shoes or bags, I am content with my green flip flops, but give me a new canvas….I drool, my heart beats a little quicker.

When I look at an empty brand new canvas the universe opens, a golden ray of light hits the canvas, and a choir of angels sing….o.k. I know that’s pretty dramatic but really in my mind thats what I see…..only possibilities.
Honestly I am never torn with insecurities of “oh god what do I paint”?……I just start…I am an artist.
So my words of advice…..find what is special in your heart, to you alone, something that fulfills you, and just start……Just Start.

Rolling Rock                 30 x 40  acrylic, pastel, ink, craphite and marker on canvas


I’ve been ignoring my blog…

Wow, Life does get away from you sometimes doesn’t it?

My mind has been elsewhere.  These are the pictures in my mind and where it has been lately.  Isn’t it wild when you think of all of the topics, thoughts, and pictures we create in our minds in a single day? That’s why the Buddhists call it monkey mind, our mind is everywhere flying through the tree tops doing a full somersault and landing upright only to take  off on the trapeze again and again.

No wonder we need rest. I’m tired.

I haven’t been meditating like I usually do.

I need to get back to it, to melt into my bed at night letting everything drip off of me…..I awaken clean, clear and ready to tango with this crazy life over and over.

Sometimes I just need turquoise water, to float for hours.

What are the pictures of your mind???

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My new collection for Crate and Barrel!!!!!

“Earths Rhythm” for Crate and Barrel stores!

Artist Deb Haugen’s abstract compositions pulse with the rhythm and flux she so keenly observes in nature. In this series of three prints, she explores the passage of time, sectioning life’s processes into dynamic representations of birth, growth and decay. Using sweeping painterly gestures balanced with minutely detailed marks, she creates intriguing worlds that burst forth with creative energy and intricate complexity. Each print of the artist’s original is reproduced as a giclée print on paper, presented under glass in a matte black frame crafted of finger-jointed plantation pine.

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             Thank You Crate and Barrel…..I love you guys!

                   Your style is the best xxxxxxxDeb