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
August 12, 2015
The bayand hills beyond are tightly bound in a warm soft purplishblanket.The crying of birds and the deep roar of motors on boats and trucks drown out all except the music from the radio as Mother sits holding on to her coffee, staring out the windows. Even the sounds of cleaning the house failed to break her concentration on the world revealing itself in the appearance of morning. She slept better last night and was up only a few times. Once, because she lost herself in her bedroom and could not find her bed, the other times she awoke from a dream and did not know where she was. A gentle voice and an easy guide back to her bed and she seems happy to climb back in. Maybe it is an island in the dark where she feels safe, maybe something else. Our two rides a day are proving to be good for her. She seems to find herself more and there is less confusion as the day closes. It is getting harder for me to find things that she can do. She wants to be helpful and forgets what it is she is doing. Carrying the dishes to the table is even difficult because she loses where the table is and is likely to take off down the hall toward her bedroom. I have learned to watch her more and give more guidance but that is not always successful. Mostly we laugh and things always work out in the end.
The new large art work of the figure is more exciting each day. The fiery red heat of the case that is opening to reveal the glowing yellow exterior pulsates against the blue green background of water and reflections. There is a balance of liquid cool water and the liquid burning core that hold me in its grasp and delights my heart. The outer garment of the figure has a feeling of age and used passion while the center seems alive, growing and reviving. There does not seem to be an explosion, but more of a revealing. Both the inner and outer of the human form seems to talk about the past and present and starts to communicate about the future. All parts are needed for the form to exist and function. I am also working on a landscape or perhaps a star scape with a few trees in it. It is very impressionist in that it reminds one of a starry sky without trying to duplicate one. It makes me smile and like a memory it takes me to places that I treasure. Working on some other pieces that deal with fragments of landscapes more as postcards scribbled with messages of love and wishing you were here with me. More ideas for the felt piece are coming along and the seduction of the materials calls to me. I will see where that leads.
Hope you are enjoying the sweetness of memory and are traveling in your mind to places that have meaning for you. That even as wonderful as those places in your mind are, that you will not forget to create more as you live each day. That you are able to find some way to communicate to those you love and share yourself with them. That you will move in gentle ways that do not upset but heal. That you leave more beauty than what you found.