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
Around the Bend of the River
November 17, 2015
The horizon has a thin line ofpastelredsittingon the hills to the east. The sky is iron grey and solemn as the day begins its short rein in the deep of fall cold. Hours of darkness have passed since we got up. Mother, yearning to be out of bed, finally wore me down so we got up in deep indigo of night. After dressing and having breakfast she has camped out in her chair awaiting some sight to appear as the morning light filters through the canopy of cloud. She stares at me when I talk to her as she tries to place who I am and why she is here. The familiarity of surroundings and her coffee give her security even when she is able to remember so little of her current world. For me the day is full of washing clothes and cleaning house before filling boxes with the objects of life and memories. Saying good bye even when going to a new and pretty place. Here I have said good bye to my Father and Mother’s memories of who she is. It has been a place of growth, love, heartbreak, tears, laughter and figuring out more of who I am and what drives me. It is not an end but only a change of venue. There is no sense of escape because I take with me all I am here. It is just a stretch of river I have not been to before, a place that will continue what I have already began. My only fears are for Mother and the fragile state of her mind, that the move will not unsettle her more or hasten a decline. Risk is part of living and nothing is known according to doctors and other practitioners of the aging process, so we journey on and wait for what we shall find.
The fish are drying as are other works in progress as they sit in rows for transport to the new domicile. Moving wet oils would not be a fun thing to do and I need to spend time preparing the rest of what we are taking. I am very happy as I see the work before me. Surfaces filled with color and encrusted with joy. Like everything else in life, you start at one place then go to another. I am working on the order for panels as new ideas fill my head. Have been doing an inventory of materials to acquire in the days ahead. Planning for the new lifts my spirits and opens my eyes to things I need and the ones I don’t. As years go by, I find myself able to let go of objects more easily and feel relieved by not having the burden of them. There is a freedom from the tyranny of being a maintenance person of things that no longer bring joy to your heart but just sit there as you expend energy and time keeping them up. Have found several good homes for things and will find more as days go by.
Hope you will find what you are carrying is what you love and want in your life. That you will treasure the friendship of others over the objects of accumulation. That you will find peace in the areas of yourself that you discover on your life journey and that you will not be afraid of what others think. That you will have the strength to serve others without resentfulness. That the songs you sing make your world better and you more cheerful.