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
From Cool Wet to Warm Dry
October 23, 2014
Thejavelinlikedropsof rainfledover night and the great disk of light has returned to rule over the new day. Cerulean blue holds a few wispy clouds like unfurled flags that signal the end of hostilities and the promise of peace. Winds that banged windows and prodded the yard to find objects to carry away are now like kittens slowly batting at limbs and leaves amusing themselves with the movement. Sounds have lost their loud voices and now whisper as they talk to the early morning garden. The landscape sits refreshed from the deluge. The energy of the storm has distilled into the soil and is felt more than seen.
Mother and I sat wandering in our thoughts of the world laying before us. Now she has reclaimed her favorite place and holds her hands to the warm light and hums a hymn from her youth while a hummingbird floats outside the window near a pink blossom. The violence of the dark has been superseded by the sweetness of day.
I feel the strong tug of the studio calling me. Ideas are forming and colors are gliding through my thoughts as they gel into shapes and patterns. Now scraps of paper record ideas and glimpses of work to come or to change into something else.
I have been taken by the colors at the farmer’s market as summer produce has been repaved with the autumn crimsons, magentas and bronze highlighted with ochre. Vegetables snatched from their warm beds and carted off to stalls watched over farmers searching the crowds for familiar buyers loaded with bags. The transfer of delicious edibles to the milling horde who search more for conversation than for deals and feast with their eyes more than something else to fill their baskets. The lingering rewards of the market fill the air of homes as cooking pots fill the air with the rich earth smells. So many stimuluses bombard me and with each one an element of a great work emerges. Each year I fall under the spell of pumpkins with harvest moon oranges that fill spaces everywhere and find their way into drawings and studies. To me the form and the hue invoke this time of year and talk about the joy of coming holidays. Working on some small images taking their cue from the squash and other orbs of the season. It is hard for me to sacrifice them for eating because they are so beautiful as they are but as time goes on I begin to crave the sweet taste and texture they promise from their bright skin. And the smell of pumpkin pie emerging from the oven and filling the house is too wonderful to pass up, so now I feast with my eyes and later with my mouth.
The bridge painting continues a journey toward completion. Am letting some of the bones of construction show through its skin. It is adding a complex musculature that harkens to strength and elements that work together to form the synergy of its elements. Have started the small works of nature and already I see patterns forming and hues sliding into each other as they blend into a harmonious family. The light is waning in its strength and am seeing that reflected in how the shapes camouflage themselves in these works. The effects of environment walk softly in the images and add their voices to the visual story unfolding.
Took work to a gallery and picked up work from an exhibition and did all those things that happen to art once it is completed. And the cycle continues; creation, exposure, selling and creating again. Like the seasons, everything changes and comes back to where it was.
Hope you are enjoying the changes and the cycle of your life and are comforted by the knowledge that we all are with you in our cycles.