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 10, 2015
A cool cocoon of bluegreyfog holds us tightthis morning. The fiery temperatures inland have pulled a blanket of mist over us from the cold sea. The air conditioner is on full blast as people flee the summer heat and visit the refreshing coast only to complain of being cold. Traffic in town is busier and Mother watches the bridge as a steady stream of cars and campers make their way to sandy beaches. Mother sits in her observation post drinking coffee and keeping track of the movement beyond the window. After several nights of intruded sleep both of us got a good night’s rest and the results are beneficial. In the past week she has awakened at all times of night and wandered out to go home or call a brother or sister to pick her up. For her the night does not exist as a now time of day and so she gets up, puts on her jewelry, socks and shoes and think she is dressed to got into the world. She has more mirages of the mind and sees people in chairs, lights and reflections. Stories are created to explain them and emotions are ascribed to each one. At breakfast she sees lights reflected in the window and calls them faces watching her. She spends time trying to explain things she thinks she is reading but there are no books or magazines in front of her, only blank table tops or pieces of clothing. I watch her trying to glue memories and what she sees into a sense making vista of her world. She becomes frustrated when she tries to explain her view and it vanishes from her. To her it is real and then, like the fog, drifts away and she is unable to visit the thoughts again.
I have been working more on the ideas of self discovery with the art and what is there and for the last few days with what isn’t there. As I experience the changes with Mother I am also playing with the idea of what if you go to a place within yourself and find nothing? Is it land to grow into or a dead area or something else? Is nothing there or only the lack of understanding or recognition? When a hermit crab gets a bigger shell to move into there is empty space for growth. Perhaps I need to keep opening up new spaces to grow into. Or is it that we fill any space we find and what we fill it with can be helpful or hurtful or both? Maybe it is a garden space that you have to plant things that will grow to fill the space. Ideas, images and values may be the seeds and like seeds you cannot tell what they will become from what they look like now. The garden is always in need of cultivation to keep it doing what is best for the choice you have made. The more I discover the garden spaces from the past the more I enjoy them. Sometimes for their wildness and lack of predicability and others for their order and the fruit they produce. Some I wish I had done better with, others are most pleasant and refreshing.
Hope you will find all that is growing in your life beautiful and nourishing to you. That you will keep on planting kindness, love, peace and joy. That you will share the produce of your life with others and never become stingy trying to keep it all for yourself. Like a vegetable garden always seems to produce more than you can eat yourself, if you don’t share it just rots.