Saturday, December 10, 2016
My mind is wandering and I need to take a break as I'm working on a very boring commission. As I work, I'm listening to/watching with half closed eyes, a documentary about Míro, the Catalan Surrealist artist. Fading in and out of consciousness, to touch what is important to me, I look at old drawings which have a whiff of Míro DNA and make this blog post. My apologies maestro!
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Friday, November 18, 2016
Somewhere, up there,
There is blue sky.
The herons are content
To see their reflections
In the generous water
In which accumulates
The memories of trees
And resting frogs.
|A Thoughtful Heron|
collage, mixed media
A heron had a conversation with a frog.
"You. You! You sleep all winter deep in the mud where no one can see you. All summer, I walk in the mud and hunt you."
The frog was silent for a while then it spoke to the heron.
"I like sleeping in the mud all winter. It makes my skin soft, you should try it sometime. I adapt and accept. This hibernation (or whatever you call it) is my Heaven. It is my dream state. The mud is everything. Without it you'd have no place to stand and hunt. Why, the river would have no bed. It would flow constantly, impoverished with no place to rest until it squandered itself in the ocean far away."
The heron was confused. Frogs! He spread his wings and swept off downriver in search of fish.
Monday, October 31, 2016
Monday, October 24, 2016
I attended worship at the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. yesterday morning. They put on a great show and the building itself is the proverbial "sermon in stone." The ribs vault skyward into and through fields of colored light splashed by an ebullient stained glass Pollock. The darkened crypts and chapels below grade promise communion and acceptance of one's earthy limitations augmented by glittering lamp-lit mosaics telling stories of flesh and spirit sorting out their differences.
Naturally, I listen better (or at least tolerate better) the pomp and complexity of any dogma or catechism when I have a pencil in my hand. Me: always backing up into the spiritual realms hoping to vault into those spangled skies.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
Bird People live in a Bird City. What could be more obvious?
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
I started drawing Crystal Cities in 2008. Production and focus and innovation has ebbed and flowed over the years since then. Below are a few from this past September. It's always fun and personal to play with the variables of this basic design. Essential or dull, they are mine and they function to keep my hands busy. A busy mind is not so essential for an artist. But busy hands are very important.
A larger gallery is here. And here.
|Trying to get back to basics|
oil pastel, watercolor
|Kind of a factory…|
|A bit of a fishing expedition; this reminds me of a trip to Copenhagen last Spring|
|Collage and an angel|
ink, watercolor, charcoal