🌞 Gold Coast Art Fair 2025 – A Weekend to Remember

Wow. I’m still buzzing from this past weekend at the Gold Coast Art Fair in Grant Park!

Being out in the sunshine, surrounded by art lovers, friends, family, and collectors — it reminded me exactly why I do what I do. Thank you to everyone who came by Booth 137 to say hello, share your stories, and take home a piece of my world.

Over two days, I met over 100 new collectors, reconnected with longtime supporters, and got to watch people light up as they found artwork that spoke to their spirit. Whether it was a small print, a framed piece, or an original that made someone pause — those moments were magic.

Scroll through to see some of my favorite moments:
📸 Collectors holding their new artwork
💜 Friends and family showing up with love
🖼️ Close-ups of the booth and artwork on the walls
✨ Candid joy, hugs, and connections made

If you weren’t able to attend — I’ve added a few remaining framed prints and originals to the shop!
→ Click here to view what’s still available

This fair was a milestone — not just because of the sales (which were amazing 🙌🏽), but because it reminded me that this work connects. That art finds its people.

And I’m just getting started.

Thank you again for being part of this journey — on screen or in person.

With love + paint,
Martha A. Wade
@wadecreate | www.wadecreate.com

Gardening with Grandad

Gardening with Grandad

32 x 24” | Oil on Birchwood | 2024
By Martha A. Wade

One day, my dear friend Mrs. Allen was showing me photos of her granddaughter, and I stopped her mid-scroll: “Wait, she is AMAZING. Can I paint this one?!”

She laughed and said yes — and it turned into a commissioned portrait for her son and daughter-in-law.

In the original photo, the little one was holding sandcastle toys. But something told me to place her in a garden instead. I changed the setting, the colors, the tools — not knowing at the time that her late grandfather had actually been an avid gardener. Suddenly, it all clicked.

This painting is about that invisible connection between generations — how our ancestors watch over us, guide us, and still walk beside us. She’s holding his hand, even if we can’t see it outright. I wanted the moment to feel magical, but subtle — not spooky or surreal, just true.

I lost my own father three years ago, and I still feel him around. I talk to him. I carry his lessons in my art. This piece honors that presence — the kind you can’t explain, but you know is there.

I’d love to create more like this.
A series, maybe.
Stories we carry in the garden, the kitchen, and even on car rides to work.