Pam Bailey Arts

10/02/2026

Art isn’t always on canvas… create your own vibe.

09/12/2026

Impasto sunflowers in bloom! 6”x6” on thick canvas, these small palette knife and brush delights are headed to a benefit for WNC Rescue Ministries.

08/11/2026

Do your artist accounts set to “public” get a lot of scammers contacting you through Messenger?

08/11/2026

As humans, we are capable of excellence in many things. But beneath that competence, most of us carry a calling — the thing that isn’t just skill, but self. It is what makes us feel most alive. It’s easy to spend a life being good at what’s expected of us and never uncover what we were really made for. That’s the real loss, not failing—but never letting the world see what was there all along. What a shame to never even know for ourselves. It’s time. It’s your season.

08/06/2026

Jolene found her human family at about 10 weeks old. She must have been a gift sent from their dad/grandfather in heaven to help heal their hearts. Jolene lived a good life with her loving family and now she has passed on, flying on the wings of angels back to heaven. Some companions leave paw prints on our hearts long after they’re gone. This portrait of Jolene is a tribute to the joy, loyalty, and love she gave so freely, a quiet reminder that some bonds never truly end.

07/31/2026

07/19/2026

My latest memorial pet portrait. Dogs aren’t just pets. They become family. pambaileyarts.com

07/05/2026

I think about this a lot…
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Maybe Life Just Won’t Be Fair

Maybe life just won’t be fair,
in all the ways we’d hoped.
Life is messy and complicated.

Some eat beans
while another eats steak.
Is that fair?

But then again, maybe one person’s beans is their steak.
Maybe not.
Some have no beans at all.

The cold winter wind blows on all of us.
That’s fair.
But you notice it more if you’re homeless.

If life were fair,
we’d all get the very best healthcare —
not because one of us has more money, making that one more deserving,
but because we are all human beings.

We all deserve care for our one life.
Who says life isn’t for sale?
It is.

Ask what the kid down the street got for Christmas.
“Johnny, were you a good boy?”
What Johnny got was a stocking full of misery from his drug-addicted dad.

Why did Santa put him on the naughty list?
Maybe it’s his fault?
Do we have an answer for him?
We don’t.

We can’t all have luxurious hair,
or escape male pattern baldness.
Some of us get acne, some warts—
Some both.

But we all get sunsets,
painting their way across the evening sky in oranges, pinks, and violets.
Maybe that’s enough?

Maybe life just won’t be fair,
in all the ways we’d hoped.
Why is that so hard to sit with —
or is it just me?

— P. Bailey

06/30/2026

Experimenting today. For my new art series, My Two Cents: Humanity’s Children, I dreamed about what I wanted, Almost, the 4th piece, to look like. I had to research to find a proper way of doing it. I’ve never done anything like this before, so here goes!

06/25/2026

Its your one life. Choose wisely.