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
April 1, 2015
Theveilofpurplishultramarine blue clouds has covered the last portals that the sun shone through. Now and then cracks open and glimpses of warm hued light blast forth only to be swallowed by cool misty layers of darkness. The delicate robins’ egg blue sky is held prisoner behind the towering wall of the storm as it marches toward the far hills inland. Mother takes all this in and yet seems not to see any of it. She talks of faces and people not there, while telling their condition as happy or sad or some other emotion. She awoke this morning lost and walked down the hall seeking the ladies room. Her private bath is only 10 feet from her bed but this morning its location was unknown and she was in a strange place. Her seeking and trying to make patterns on her plate with food, stories about reflections and other things are now standard fare. She asks who I am more and more and has to be told more often where she is and what she is doing here. What would be crushing to see becomes bearable when she smiles and laughs. Then the disappointments and hurts fade away and again she is the loving person I have know all my life. The eyes fill with brightness and I am transported to when she amazed me with her love and joy and understanding that always seemed to know what I was feeling. I remember the sacrifices that she and Dad made for me so that I could have so much and the love that always flowed so sweetly and gently through our home. The hard times seem so long ago and now joy and love remain like ponds in a dry stream showing what once was and is still. Like the opening lines “It was the worst of times, it was the best of times” I choose to say these are the best of times for love, peace and joy remain.
Paintings begin to emerge from the start of pigment on the panels. Fish begin to swim through cool dark waters under lily pads and shadows litter the surface with a lattice of criss-crossing lines. Mirrors made of water reflect the afternoon sky and dance on ripples. Every part of the painting is a frozen moment of life lived, never to be repeated. Each part important and each wedded to the others with the bonds of life and beauty. Like a town made of many people the forms shape and colors mix and influence each other creating a sum greater than the parts. The large pond painting is about done. Last touches of color, changes in a line and other small details are added or deleted. Soon it will be turned with its face to the wall. Then, after four weeks or so, it will be turned around and evaluated to see if it is finished or not. The time lets me see it fresh again, to take a hard look at what is there and if it needs changes. Sometimes it is hardest to see what the painting looks like. Invested with time, energy and love it becomes hard to see beyond the commitment that made the work to what the work became. It is always hard to see beyond the emotion of the making to what is made. To view the art not through the eyes of hope but with the eyes that see both the good and the bad. To sacrifice something you love so that the whole will be better. It is not about one passage but the total story. It is about choice and the message. There are always parts that I love more than others and the criteria for if they remain is “Do they make the whole better and clearer to understand?” To communicate as clearly as I can to the viewer. It is not a message to me but to someone else. I benefit clearly but the viewer does, too.
Trust you are clear what you are sharing with others and why. That you will share what builds and not what tears down. What helps and not what hurts. What is a stepping stone and not a stumbling block. What heals and grows and not what causes distraction and disillusionment.
Hope you will find the strength to look at your life and honestly assess what is worthy and what isn’t, and the courage to change so that it will all be worthy.