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
December 1, 2015
Today the skyis awrinkledgreycanopyhungin theheavens that leaks light from the sun in worn places. The dazzling brilliant light of the last few days with its accompanying mantle of silver frost has vanished leaving only the memories of skies so blue it hurt the eyes to look at it. The icy weather has caused changes in the garden. Persimmons now deepen into their orange color and the humming birds have fewer blooms to feed upon. Though the Oregon Grape raises its yellow flowers and the sweet perfume from it fills the yard. Mother, after a better sleep than usual, sits looking out and sometimes talking to herself or some person in her mind as her coffee cup is close to her hand. Boxes packed with things that will accompany us to our new home are stacked around the house but seem to be of no interest to Mother, her mind filled with other things. She watches the flights of birds over the bay and sits waiting for our drive to see things outside our house. We visit the new place each day in hopes that it will be less new to her when we make the move. These last days in this house seem to be filled with memories and images from the 19 years that is has been home. Empty rooms and closets devoid of contents still are full of fragments of memory. Soon the house will be vacant before the new owners arrive and begin to fill the house with new memories. Just as we go to fill our new place and live days making new spaces ours. Conflicting thoughts fill my mind but I know if what we are doing is best for us, it is. The time is right to have less so Mother can be taken better care of as her abilities continue to diminish and the new space allows me to make art while watching her more. Our journey continues in a branch of the river that leads us onward toward a future that is filled with hope and dreams. Progress always demands change and change comes no matter where we are, so I choose to enjoy the days with Mother and live with the peace, joy and hope that sharing a life with someone brings.
Hope you are holding someone you love both in your heart and arms and singing as you go the songs that light the way. That you find in yourself the great fountain of love and share that with all you meet. That you find peace in caring for those you love and the strength to do it each day.