Green isnot usually one of my favorite colors, but, of late, it is one that I seem drawn to. The new small works of leaves, rocks and water intrigue...
Color of interest
June 30, 2014
Trust you are enjoying the new website. It is great to be able to share the work I have done and, as the weeks go by, the paintings I am working on....
My New Website
June 26, 2014
SpottedSerpents are not my first thought as I greet the day, and yet they have been popping up in my mind the last few days. I did a series of serp...
July 5, 2014
Exploring the Space Between
August 2, 2014
Cool fogwraps itselfover the landscape as a big dredge scoops out great bites of the seabed of the channel so the boats can ply the waterway. Even in the subdued light the flowers in the yard glow in blues, oranges, magenta and white set in the always emerald foliage. Sunlight’s measurement of days continues its march toward winter solstice and flocks of birds arrive daily. I can see the changes in Mother as her clock on what she knows winds backward toward the deeper past and less of the present. Traits that had been superimposed in adult years reemerge and manifest in behavior. Mostly she is trying to make sense where there is no memory of how it came to be.
Started two new serpent paintings in which the snakes are seeking; (no, I do not see my mother as a snake.) Am trying to explore the space between fear and excitement, the dread of what might happen and joy of the new. Mother is uncertain of how to identify and to react to what she sees, I wonder how I should respond to her needs and concerns. Living a life of responsibility is part of being human and so is the care of others. Dealing with the claustrophobic spaces of life when containment seems foreign; when you stop your progress and camp with another, knowing that you will journey into spaces of the mind can be simultaneously wonderful and terrible. It is the land between that is the most fascinating for me to explore. It is the discovery of the unknown that resides within you but you have never paid attention to before. In some ways, it is going through the boxes in the garage. Things were gathered up and put in a box and forgotten about. As you dig through the boxes you find anew and begin to evaluate what it means to you. In a way it is like when the captives returned to Jerusalem and rebuilt the temple. Those who had seen the first temple cried because the new was so much less than the old one. While those who had never seen the old rejoiced in the new. It is a lot like that.
I remember the person I knew and mourn the loss of that person, and I appreciate the new person I am with now. I see the sweetness and love that was in both and, even though changed, there is a part which remains that is wonderful and precious. The place between the two is the land I now explore,experience, make art and live in.
No idea where that will lead and did not know where I was going before either so no big change there. One thing about it, it is making my art grow. Take care David