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 23, 2015
The dark clouds threaten to pour rain on the already soaked soil. Mother warms her hands as she sits by the wood stove and listens to the Christmas music and of course drinks her coffee. The house still smells of the baking from yesterday and cakes stand in rows as they wait to be distributed to friends. The house seems more like home each day. Bare walls are now full of paintings and boxes continue to disappear and space opens up. I am now down to the painting area and already the bones of space are beginning to show. Christmas lights soften the house as the days count down Christmas. Mother enjoys the lights so much we often leave them up into spring and the long dark mornings have passed. The rains have made things more festive in town as everything reflects brilliant lights of every hue. Mother continues to spend much of her day exploring her own thoughts and sometimes it is hard to draw her out to talk. She sees faces everywhere and does not seem to be bothered by them and so they become more of her world. The music seems to help and she likes to watch the fire’s flames dance behind the glass door. The last few days she has begun to lose some skills and washing dishes is becoming harder for her to do. Even now, I have to be with her so she knows what to do. So, another skill loses its hold with her and she has less she can do. Her walking has become more difficult to manage and with a steady arm she is still able to climb steps and navigate the house. Next month she turns 88 and she is so surprised when I tell her. She sees herself as a girl far from her home who has to get back to help her Mother. Though when she laughs and smiles it seems the world is sweeter and alright.
The ideas that I have held in during the move are beginning to come to the surface of my mind. Colors and patterns dance and form images and I know soon I will be back to painting and that will center me more and a new piece of the pattern of my days will be added to my days.
Hope you are finding peace in the time of rushing and doing. That you are doing all for love of others and not out of obligation. That the people you love know that you love them and never get tired telling them so. That whatever the weather or situation you find yourself you will celebrate, thankful for all that you have.