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
Stars in the Sky
January 22, 2015
Pin pricksoflightdot the darkhooded sky as we wait for day to make its appearance and illuminate the sleeping world. Mother acutely listens to hear any traffic on the road below. Blinded by the lack of light she has only the stars and lights that burn in the early morning. Coffee cup gripped in her hand, she watches in rapt attention to see what will reveal itself to her. The warm confines of the house contrast with the cold wind moving the branches outside the windows. I can see a few boats marching forward from the harbor as they launch into the deep. Crab pots are being stacked as they return from the icy waters to be cleaned, repaired and stored as the season begins winding down. The processing plants are still humming as the bounty of the ocean arrives, is cleaned and then sent out to feed the appetite of people in far off places. All the activity is performed in darkness and continues into silvery dawn and then through the arc of day to night, a cycle of life here. Mother is captivated by the table cloth now as she puzzles over it and tries to decipher its meaning and purpose. A fresh cup of coffee and now she relaxes to watch the first light tip the forest into golden orange. The day fills her with more peace.
I have had the paintings photographed for the show coming up. Paperwork is filled out and then the wait to hear if they will be exhibited or not. I have been greatly blessed that my art has been received well. I gessoed a 4’ X 5’ canvas so it is ready to begin a new exploration. Visions of stones and water fill my mind as more images move in and out of what I see in my floating thoughts. Two waterfall paintings that had been simmering for sometime are near completion. I am happy how the patterns of rock, sky, mountain, water and color have merged to form unity of design. I am still thinking about the journey I am on; figuring out what I am becoming or changing into or discovering that I already am. In a way it is like fog moving, flowing, hiding then revealing the landscape. Parts seem to be easy to identify while others can only be speculated about. In my own way, like Mother, I am trying to place meaning on what I see, to create a narrative that explains the function and purpose. And, like her, it is not always apparent as to what it really is. Sometimes I think I journey with too many memories while Mother journeys with too few. Each in our story has a time frame. Mother’s the moment, a short small snippet of time in the present, mine with years of accumulation, and both trying to make some reason of the events of our lives. Mine is recorded in visual forms, paint and art, Mothers in her reaction without record, gone in the flash of time. Her Zen practice of life lived and remembered only in the moment with an overlay of shards of faith, love and joy. Sometimes I wish she would make art. It is a language I read better than actions and yet I know her love is still with her and God watches over her as He does me as well. Perhaps the blending of things will form a symbol/image that will explain or not, which ever is fine for this passage of time has peace and joy with it.
Hope you will find the day filled with peace and your heart and mind content with your actions to those around you. Be gracious to help when you can and gracious when you receive the balance heals all the wrongs that seem to come our way. Be strong in your faith and let love guide you.