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
Changes Not Yet Seen
February 9, 2015
The roarof the windfills the houseas bangingfists hitin wild punches of wet rain. From early hours the storm has assaulted the area bringing torrents of water and shaking trees. From what I can see no trees have been felled or denuded by the fury outside the windows. Boats huddle and tightly hold on to the docks as they bob and leap in the storms’ mayhem. Mother sits listening to music and holding on to the cup as she sips hot coffee through a straw. Things have become too heavy for her to hold long so she uses the brightly hued plastic tubes to drink with. This morning her shoes’ faces did not look happy to her and the lights reflected in the window did not seem approving but after breakfast things seem to be more joyful to her and the faces more encouraging than they had been. She has more stories that explain what she thinks about and they tell me she is losing more bonds with the world she lives in. We sang songs after she got up and they formed a sweet pool of joy for her, as calmness lifted her gently into the day. Objects lose their meaning and use more now. Cleaning and washing are no longer self generated and I remind and help her more. Sometimes the changes are so subtle that they escape notice and other times so abrupt that they take my breath away. The new norm is that abilities decline and reaching her is harder to do and I worry what will happen when she goes to the place I cannot reach. Have to trust that God will hold her in his hands of love and peace and make a place of green pastures and still waters. I know that I will not be with her then, only with her body. Gone will be the person who gave me birth, who has slipped slowly away day by day for so many years. That the fragments I see of her now will recede into the memory and then fade like the memories of Dad did. That what I will have left will be impressions, partial images of faces and sounds of voices but the presence of love will remain in the background of my thoughts and accompany me on my travels through life.
The new paintings are becoming more complex in composition and it seems to reflect the complexity of changes happening around me. I am enjoying the change and so far it does not seem to smother but just enrich. Have been thinking of what do I have faith in and how does that reveal itself in a visual image. Not sure how this new thinking will manifest itself into my art yet. I see some hues and shapes being formed in the far reaches of thought but not yet formed enough to bring forth in paint. They will come when ready like all the other images do. The new pond piece is taking an edge I was not expecting. There is now blood in the water but am not sure what it is from. Wound or birth. The beginning or the ending or loss or something different. I will just keep exploring and see what it tells me. My mirror of pigment displays me in many ways. Some easy to understand and some that are happening in places I cannot yet see.
Hope you will have a safe time in the storms and changes hitting your life and will not be afraid of what might be and let peace flood you with trust that whatever it is you will be able to deal with it. That your faith and trust will be tied tightly on a strong solid source and give you strength and joy.