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
A Receding Tide
February 18, 2015
A warm, pearlgreyfoghangsintheair, muting the colors of the trees and bay and sorting the early morning view. Mother has settled into her chair of comfort after a long discussion at breakfast about the empty chair beside her not looking happy this morning and the three lights reflected in the window were watching her. More of her world seems animated by objects that appear to her to have faces and are observing her actions. More words are lost as she tries to find a verbal way of sharing what she is seeing. Connectors to her world fail and she is left to make a world model out of what remains. She is always ready now with a story about how this object or another is happy or sad or disapproving or something else. Her coffee is a warm companion to drink, while all else marches on without her. Each week she seems to lose the ability to do some function she has always done and now the skill and knowledge has evaporated into the void. She watches my spring cleaning with an expression of non comprehension, as whatever I am doing does not impact her world. She does need the proximity of my presence to provide a comfort as though I can keep her on a safe trail through the thick brush of the forest where she is walking in her thoughts. For me I see my role as an ice breaker to keep her moving on, lest she become trapped in the ice and unable to move. I know that the ice will win at some point and I know it is the best I can do, to tell her I love her and take care of her and join in with the sweet loving person she is. I try not to remember the way she was, loving, capable, smart, clever, joyful, filled with life and ideas; those things are too painful for me to reflect on so I hold them in a room of my mind to explore later. I see some images that I will have to explore at some point but now they are too sharp, too raw, too much to put in perspective while she is with me. Like her life of living only in the moment, I have to live that way for now. I have to be with her and experience the joy and peace of the moment and not let the past keep me from seeing the wonderful person she is now.
The balance of the new paintings of the figures in the pond and my experiences with Mother are intriguing to me. Just as she leaves the bonds of understanding I am trying to see how those bonds bind me to my present. The images and hues are comforting and illuminating to me. Seems like I am a bit old to be searching for myself and maybe it is not searching as much as trying to find a mirror to show me what I am. The paintings inform more than just the viewer; they also inform me. That is a great thing: that the communication to others can also be to and for me. The art that I form may be like the cave paintings of the past that share a few things with those who find them as they venture into darkness and depths and see what there is to find.
Hope you will be able to profit from what you find as you search and will be open to what others have found and left to be found. That you will see the beauty even if you are unsure of what was meant. That you will not let the past over shadow the present or stop you from enjoying the daily experiences you are encountering.
Keep well, strong and live and take good care of yourself.