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
January 12, 2015
Raindropsquietlywashtheleavesinthegarden as Mother sits peering into the silver light, hand shaking from the Parkinson’s as she reaches for her cup of coffee. Her left hand rests on the table, bandages wrapped around it as a result of a fall. Music from the radio fills the air but not her mind. Wherever her mind is her face says it is not here. From time to time she looks in my direction and I see a puzzled expression as though she is in a strange place with an unrecognized person. Sometimes my voice penetrates and she smiles and I see she knows me, other times she knows she is safe and not much more. We laugh when I comb her hair and tell her funny things or just sit close and talk about the cat in the garden searching for something to eat or play with or both. Blood red poinsettias are common subjects as are trees, birds and what ever comes into view through the windows.
Today I sprayed the finish on the new paintings of the pond series. Magic happens when colors rise up as the varnish coats the works with a protective shield. Hues that had sunken into the background now break forth with joy as all the layers of paint melt together and give the depth only the oils seem capable of giving. Things that were painted long ago now show why they were done as they join to form one unified whole. The figures that lurk in the ponds appear to be fleeting and appear and disappear as the viewer stares.
The search for what it says about me continues. The transition to what I am becoming seems less stressful than it used to be. I know whatever it reveals about me I can live with and have entered a time when I am content and at peace in my skin. In fact, it seems to be a time of joy as I learn more about who I am and what I value. Maybe it is the passage of time that makes one realize that it is all right to be who one is. Not to have to meet the standards of others, but only one’s god and to be at peace with him.
I am also enjoying others and their own points of view and personalities. To just let people be who they are and for me to be who I am seems to lift the weight of things from me and certainly is more enjoyable. Also to remember the story is not done. Changes will happen and encounters with others will continue and new art will form in my mind and find expression in some form. Like plants that germinate when the time is right the ideas and images will break forth in the proper season. Maybe this new work is talking about the coming season when new images will manifest themselves in the art. Whatever it is, there is no fear in it or worry in it but there is a feeling of relief. As though a long journey is coming to an end and a new one beckons just beyond the trees. I know change is coming, what that means is that the road continues and new sights will be seen, new people met and life lived.
Hope you are finding change is not an enemy but just a path you are walking down and a way to bring you to a new place. Enjoy all you can.