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
Fragments of Thought
August 23, 2014
Aneyepiercingluminosityfillsevery space in the house as it turns surfaces into brilliant fires of morning glory. Mother sits moving around in her chair to escape the shafts of the summer sun. She would rather brave the arrows of light than move to a shady place; the comfort of her chair more valuable than the freedom from the brightness. Soon the celestial orb will ascend into the blue sky and she will be over her ordeal. Then she will drink her coffee and gaze into the riot of color outside her window and think what thoughts she thinks these days.
Seeing the light break apart the smooth surfaces of glass and ceramics, I am taken back to thoughts I have been having about brokenness and recreation. I was looking at a dismembered sculpture that had found itself not as strong as the floor. What to do? Some of the parts were better than the whole had been. It wasn’t a treasure, more of one of those pieces that shows up in your life and hangs around for some reason or another. As the calculations of what to do went on, I was struck by how many broken things are part of life. Shards of events, ideas and dreams populate every part of life. Passages of art works are reformed into new expressions. Mosaics are made by cementing concepts and ideas and that become greater than what they came from. There is excitement in the process of building from portions, details and remains. To emerge with a new work, like a phoenix springing from ashes, is the recycling dream. Using bits and scraps to form a narrative is so old and so new. From decorations of floors of Rome and Greece and walls of churches to the Watts Towers, the need to create with the fragments is powerful.
There are times I feel that I am working on the same ideas and exploring the same thoughts that I started with when I first began my artistic pursuits. The coexistence of hot and cools hues, the merging of different patterns, shapes and forms that were opposite and somehow making them one and able to live together in peace. To coexist with belief and personal action that seem at constant war with each other and yet know in a real and vital way that love and grace bind the two together and will triumph. It is that tension that creates imagery and only through the visual expression am I able to share what it looks like and feels to me. I do not believe in my experience that there is or has ever been total peace but rather lulls in the snarl; periods when it seemed easier to manage than others. It isn’t the absence of conflict but knowing that it will not stay as it is that provides comfort to me. Change will come about. Sometimes better than it was, sometimes worse and always different. The decision that I am forced to make is what am I going to do with it. For me the forge of art is where I form my answers. Taking the fragments, shards and remains as some of the construction materials to organize an object that communicates to others my personal statement.
I never know if I make any sense and thank you for taking the time to read and think about what I have written.
Hope you find the peace and images to deal with your life.