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 15, 2015
A pearlgrayseeps into the darkskyveiled by thick clouds as morning creeps from its bed of night and begins to disperse the indigo world with the breath of light. Mother is recovering from her night of sudden wakes and return slumber. Her hand still bandaged glows white from the sleeve of the ruby hued sweater she wears. The house is warm but she holds the fluffy clothes tightly as if to give herself a sunny hug on a sunless dawn. Her week has been filled with confusion and the need for more guidance pronounced to a greater extent. We spend a greater amount of time getting ready for the day and she has lost the order of how to get dressed. She also craves her coffee and the comfort of her chair which make the world both inside and out seem less strange. The ritual of a song lifts her from her wanderings and brings a smile of recognition to her face. Like ropes being cast off from the ship before it leaves to go to sea, the knowledge of how and why to do things seems to be removed and less and less holds her to the dock. The currents tug her toward a world where she alone travels. Only her faith in God seems strong. She forgets others but not her Savior, that is a place of strength for her and an anchor that holds her fast. Last night after a whole day spent with her she introduced herself and asked who I was. Then I told her and she was so happy to know that I was related to her. Such a common experience now and yet each time her joy is so sweet to know that she is with me and we have a past together even if she can’t remember that past. In a strange way it is good for me and the art too.
Have been thinking of what determines who we are and what we are. The pond series with its search to find still swirls around my thoughts as I think ‘what am I seeking and what do I want to find.’ Am so surprised that I am still seeking answers after so many years of exploring the same questions. Had thought by now new queries would have been pondered but the same issues return. Not sure they are the same but approached from other points of view. Not sure when the transparent forms that are depicted will become solid shapes and the images will take on a more readable visage, or if they ever will. Metamorphosis is a process and one which in my case may never be done. The changes are positive and I am able to exist in their presence without fear or shame. To not have to have my will in what they become, but enjoy as life unfolds, as the visual story is illuminated as with my candle of understanding as I explore what I find within me.
I have several smaller works I want to finish up. They seem to be calling to me to develop and complete them. Some are sweet and bring up memories from my childhood others are dealing with community and the give-and-take with others. How to build with others is a challenge. There is a giving up of ones self and control in order to develop something greater than either person or persons. Shared vision and goals are hard to share due to each persons own interpretation of what words mean, even images can be inarticulate and misunderstood. And the goal is worth all the energy, time and frustration.
Hope you will find the goals of your life to be worth the blood, sweat and tears that they require and that you will find joy as you march each day closer to attainment.
Keep strong and courageous and be brave in all that you do. Your life is worth all it takes to make it yours and be the best you can be.
Take good care and keep encouraging others as you journey on.