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2026 Spring Schedule
March 28-29
Bayou City Arts Festival
Downtown Houston, Texas
April 10-12
Atlanta Dogwood Festival
Peidmont Park, Atlanta, GA
April 17-19
Four Bridges Art Festival
Chatanooga, TN
April 23-26
OKC Festival of Arts
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
May 2 - 3
Cottonwood Art Festival
Richardson, Texas
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Where to find me....
Artwork by......
Angie Spears, wildflower artist
"Tulips Nouveau"
India Ink pens and markers on wood panel
15x15"
I keep a variety of smaller wildflower works stocked in my studio. Email me at angie@angieartwork.com and I will share my current inventory with you!
"Dogwood"
India Ink pens and markers on wood panel
24" diameter
"Winter's Reverie"
India Ink pens and markers on wood panel
30"x40"
"Cosmos Nouveau"
India Ink pens and markers on wood panel
24"x24"
"Arrival of Spring"
Pyrography and colored pencil on birch panel.
each panel
20"x20"
"A Study in Blue and Yellow"
India Ink pens and markers on wood panel
20"x30", framed
"Echoes of Spring"
India Ink pens and markers on wood panel
20"x60"
What fun are flowers! I was fortunate to grow up with flowers all around me. My mother has an incredibly green thumb that she inherited from her grandmother who raised her in a rural community in Southeast Texas. As the story goes, my great-grandmother grew flowers that were so beautiful and abundant, whenever flowers were needed for a funeral or wedding, the neighbors would gather and cut the flowers that were in bloom in her yard onto a bed sheet to carry to the church for the arrangements. Sadly, the green thumb did not get passed on to me, but the love of flowers did. I may not be able to grow them, but I love to draw them. I hope you enjoy them, too. !
wildflowers
Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys.
from Hamatreya by
Ralph Waldo Emerson