Month: May 2019

Surrounded By Beauty

Linda Barnicott, Pittsburgh's Painter of Memories, posing with her husband, Tom Barnicott, in North Carolina.

Last weekend, Tom and I went on a road trip to somewhere we’ve never been before – Asheville, North Carolina, a small city nestled in the palm of the Blue Ridge Mountains. My #1 impression of Asheville is that it’s a city that loves art and honors its resident artists. There is beauty everywhere you look… it seems as if there are galleries and artists on every street! And while the beauty created by the gifted artists of Asheville is amazing, the majestic gifts of nature surrounding the city and its incredible mountain setting are even more inspiring. If you ever

It All Comes Together

Linda Barnicott, Pittsburgh's Painter of Memories, finishes her latest project.

Remember that big painting project I’ve been working on for the past couple years but haven’t been able to tell you about? (Hint: It’s the Forbes Hospital History Wall.) Well, late last week, around midnight, I put the finishing touches on the very last section of the last panel. Then while everyone else in the house slept, I did the Happy Dance! I can’t actually share the completed paintings with you yet, as I’m not sure how the hospital wants to present them. But I don’t think they would mind if I shared one small piece of it – one of over a

Mother’s Day Smiles

  Happy Mother’s Day! I’m glad that we have an official holiday every year that reminds us to reflect on the women in our lives who have nurtured us. It’s not only a time to remember our own mothers and grandmothers, but also to consider our own roles as mothers to our sons and daughters and their children as well. I speak from the heart when I say that, honestly, I don’t need a holiday to feel grateful. Every day I feel lucky to have the opportunity to be a mother to my two girls and grandma to my three

Gus and YiaYia

"Ice Ball Treats with Gus and YaiYai" a painting by Linda Barnicott, Pittsburgh's Painter of Memories.

Back when I was painting my Kennywood series, I would often see my friend Jim when I passed through the Group Sales office. For two years, every time I walked in, he never failed to look up from his desk and tell me the same thing every single time… that there was a Pittsburgh landmark that I had so far neglected to paint. He was referring to Gus and YiaYia’s ice-ball and treats cart in West Park, a beloved North Side institution that has been delighting people for decades. And every time, I would say, “I will… someday.” I suppose