Jimmy Buffett: American singer-songwriter (1946–2023)
Lately, I’ve been thinking about Jimmy Buffett—his music, his outlook, and the easygoing magic he brought into the world. He didn’t just write songs about island life and margaritas—he gave people permission to slow down, take a deep breath, and enjoy the moment they’re in.
There’s something beautiful about that. In a world that’s always rushing, always striving, Buffett reminded us to laugh more, worry less, and maybe go barefoot a little more often. His songs were filled with sunshine, mischief, and warmth—but there was also wisdom in his words. A reminder that happiness isn’t just about where you are—it’s about how you live where you are.
This week, I’ve also been thinking about my late sister, who lived in the Florida Keys and was a huge Jimmy Buffett fan. His music was part of the rhythm of her life—playing in the background at gatherings, echoing through the island breeze. Whenever I hear his songs now, I can’t help but think of her and smile. It’s a connection that still brings comfort, color, and a little bit of sunshine.
As an artist, I find that same spirit in painting—especially when I let go of the outcome and just enjoy the process. It’s in those playful, relaxed moments that something magical often appears. I think Jimmy would’ve understood that. He lived his life like a canvas—full of color, stories, and good vibes.
So today, I’m raising a virtual glass to the man who made island daydreaming an art form. 🎶🌴
What’s your version of Margaritaville? Maybe it’s time spent in your garden, an afternoon painting just for fun, or watching the sunset with someone you love. However you find your peace, I hope you make space for it this week.
Thanks for being here—and as always…
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“If there’s a heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached.” ~Jimmy Buffett
Today would have been my father’s birthday but he passed away a few years ago. He was a talented man who could fix anything under the sun. He had a superb sense of humor and was a great artist and my inspiration for art.
Dad was very practical and logical in his thinking. He drew this pen and ink picture the day before his 21st birthday. I was lucky enough to find it mixed in with a bunch of other papers he kept. I was in awe with how beautiful it was. Funny enough, he never hung this masterpiece in the house so I hung it in mine.
When I was a kid, I couldn’t draw well. So dad took the picture I was trying to draw and drew a numbered grid on it. Then he drew another grid on blank paper and told me to copy each square, one at a time until I was finished. This made complete sense to me at the time and thus my adventure in art began. Eventually, I got better and didn’t need the grid as much. I really love this piece by dad because you can still see the numbered grid on it which reminds me of my first art lesson with him.
Dad was an oil painter but I never liked the turpentine smell, it was always very strong so I gravitated to watercolors. I started painting with my sister’s watercolor set by Mayflower with 24 colors. I was having a blast with that. Then for my birthday, mom and dad got me a big watercolor set made in England by Page of London with a whopping 80 colors!!! For a kid who was fascinated with colors, it was like I won the jackpot!!!!
Dad kept pretty much everything so lo and behold, he still had the original paint sets from when I was a kid. Sadly some of my pan colors in the larger set broke and got lost over the years but the sets are in good condition overall. I’m so glad he kept these because they bring back a lot of nice memories.
Thank you Dad for all your patience, creativity and ingenuity in teaching me art!
Flowing Waters Art 