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
October 19, 2015
Lightsreflectoffthestill water of the bay from boats and the luminaries on the docks. Stillness reigns as the darkness grips the covers of night like a sleeper under blankets. Morning is but a faint lighting of the sky; so soft it does not seem to be really there. Here and there a light moves across the dark void casting a silvery trail as it moves toward the harbor’s mouth. The house is quiet again after being woken from its sleep. Mother has returned to sleep a while longer but I can’t seem to find its warm embrace, so I look out into the darkness wondering and watching like Mother does from the vantage of the living room windows. Each moment there is less night and more morning but it moves so slowly like a cat sneaking up on its prey. Sounds from the roads grow as cars speed over the bridge ferrying workers to begin the day. And now I hear the sound of Mother beginning to stir and know she will soon need help to bathe, dress and begin her day with breakfast. Now the day has come and with it showers of gentle warm rain. Mother sits gazing out the window with her coffee listening to music and lost in her thoughts. The sound of the washing machine fills the hallway with the noise of cleaning clothes. Soon we will take our morning drive to see the world around us.
Several paintings sit with their faces to the wall as though taking a time out. They appear to be finished and in a few weeks I will turn them around to make sure they are. Only the moonrise in the trees remains in active progress as I try to resolve the issue of the moon and how the trees are silhouetted by it. It is so close but yet incomplete. I have started working on the fish and they are doing fine as they achieve a three dimensional illusion. Each one quickly takes on a personality and as the colors dance across their bodies they begin to shimmer. They are gratifying due in part to the speed that they change and become more beautiful. I have several ideas for new works. I thought I would not start them till after the move, but that has changed and we will be here another six weeks waiting for the house to close. Now, the day after Thanksgiving is set as the time to complete all the work and begin the move. In some ways I do not resent the slow pace. This is a beautiful house to be in and there is a warmth in knowing it well. The adventure of the new place is also pulling at me, too. So, it is better to be working on the art and let the day bring me closer to change.
I hope you are finding that it is better to live and do, than sit and wait. That the days will not be made joyful by dreaming but by living and experiencing all that you have and those around you. That events will not derail your peace or cause worry. That days will be filled with finding the good that you already have and savoring it. That faith will give you the courage to turn from fear and to do what is best for those around you.