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
June 3, 2015
Crystal prisms hang on each leaf catching the morning’ssilver light. The gentle rain started last night and continues to fall as the world wakes up. White blooms now appear to be made of ivory softened by the pearl, luminous day break. Mother sits, coffee before her, sipping through a straw and keeping an eye on the peaceful landscape. Her day started very early and strangely, if strange is the right word. Or maybe it was just unexpected by me. The logic she displays manifests itself in ways I am jolted by. Today it was two socks on one foot and two shoes on the other foot. I still do not know how she did it. Her complaints of how her foot hurt and she could not walk well were resolved when I helped her get the ‘one shoe one sock one foot’ rule in place. Having the shoes on the wrong foot is a normal but this was new. As I thought about it over my cup of coffee, I realized that it is no longer a break of pattern but a new pattern. Each day finds a new composition or arrangement of previous action. The reading of a table top as if it were a book or a sweater or anything else is now a common event. She even holds her finger in place while she talks so she won’t lose her place in the story line. Her world now plays out in her mind more and more. She enjoys the rides, visits and church activities even if they make less sense than they use to. I find myself one step into her reality and forming a bridge to the world beyond. As she become less able to take care of herself I find myself encountering her world through her reactions and stated needs. Part anthropologist, part tea leaf reader and what ever else is needed I guide, lead, pick up and provide as we journey on. At the same time I am exploring the person I am in paint and see myself through mother’s distorted mirror which at times is clear and other times only broken fragments. It isn’t that she is uninhibited but she just can’t find out how the pieces work together. What leads to something else is missing and she is left only with things that do not relate to each other no matter how hard she tries to make them. I think that it must be like seeing a cut diamond from the inside rather than the outside. From the outside the facets reflect and sparkle but from the inside they distort everything you look at. There is no clear picture that developed only non recognized pieces of life. The lens that provides the input is so flawed that it becomes problematic and transmits faulty information which can’t be deciphered in any useful form. And so I take my own distorted lens and process her actions and try to make sense of them. Perhaps our own version of the blind leading the blind. The coffee is drained and Mother is restless for her ride and what the day will bring. The wind is moving the trees in their morning’s work out and the mist is falling in slow motion.
Hope you will have a day filled with purpose that gives you joy. That you will find peace is holding your hand and the way you are walking is leading you to a gentle expectancy of who you are and what is valuable to you.