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
Journey to Somewhere
September 22, 2014
Dovegraycloudsfillthe morning sky, with a promise of rain but not delivering. Sipping coffee as she peers into the landscape draped in shadow, Mother seems lost trying to make sense of a world that lacks any coherence. This morning she awoke having forgotten her name and where she is. Visually relieved when I told her who and where she was, she promised she would not forget and relaxed into her own state of peace. A visitor in her own home and with a nice person whom she does not know as her attendant. Yet there is a always a smile and a pleasant word, a fragment of a song or just a “ it’s so good to see you”. The drift toward forgetting is sometimes fast, other times slow as we both bob down a stream to someplace neither of us knows. It is like a fog that hides more and more, muffling the sounds and blindfolding us to familiar landmarks. With no future sure this side of the grave, we toil to make each other assured that what comes will not change our love, that which was joined in birth will only separate in death. We remain witnesses to the arc of lives in this journey.
The bridge painting has taken on the layers of pattern and now begins so show its traits more clearly. Dark forest and soaring clouds meet in a blue fall sky overshadowing the structure of arches and spires. Hues merge and blend and dance with each other as they tell the story of a man-made roadway across the swirling flow of the river. Dreams sail across the sapphire void carried in cars and trucks as they spread off to far places and bright hopes.
There is true magic in traveling toward something and even more when you cross things that would have been barriers before but now are pathways that let you pass unhindered. To see what has stopped before and now no longer impedes conquest of new dreams and worlds yet to be discovered. Paint is like that to me. It opens new worlds where I can explore and share. The transformation of blank white surface to colors jubilantly swaying to an unheard music while shapes define and set borders for the celebration to inhabit.
Emotion displayed in all the expressions available in visual form produce such joy in me. Each morning my eyes open to paintings and form with the world around me a great chorus of excitement, peace and wonder that rejuvenates, energizes and transforms me. There is something that satisfies me in the creation of beauty, to add a positive to the environment rather than a negative. To build rather than distort or demean, to make better than what was there before. To share rather than hoard. That is the blessing of art and being able to do it is a wonderful experience.
Hope you will have days full of blessing and you will be able to say that at the end of each day you have made the world a better place to live in for all that you love, know and even those you don’t.