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| 07-17-16g |
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| 2008 latex on canvas |
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| 2008 oil, latex on canvas |
Sunday, September 20, 2020
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Keep On Truckin'
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| A colorful but uneasy sunset |
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| the shadows lengthen |
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| One point perspective: A road. Is that a foot I see? |
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| It is a foot and it is attached to this person. I wonder where he is going? |
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| 08-05-20c mixed media |
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
A Chance Encounter?
A chance encounter?
Neither of these characters needs to be here: up a tree and snooping around. But they are. I suspect their snooping is for different reasons …but maybe not. Curiosity is a relatively low risk survival strategy.
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| 03-16-20a mixed media |
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| detail |
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
Bewildered Squirrels
It's just your garden-variety environmental destruction…
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| A surprised squirrel |
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| Disbelief! |
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| What happened? |
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| Bewildered Squirrels 06-26-20a |
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Thinking, thinking…
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| A bird is thinking… |
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| 03-07-20a |
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| A bird is meditating… |
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| 01-13-19b |
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| A bird is studying… |
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| 06-11-19a |
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| A bird is looking out to sea… |
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| 07-01-19a |
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| A bird is working… |
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| A bird is sleeping… |
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| 03-02-18c |
Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Early Bird
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| 05-12-20a ink, watercolor, collage |
In this spring, like no other in my memory, time moves extraordinarily slowly at times. I mark off the days of quarantine on my calendar. Since mid-March I've dotted my days in rainbow colors and I've watched the maple buds gradually unfurl outside my sunward window. Bumps on the branches elongate and send out structures to capture the sun's energy. Leaves begin like errant unfastened parasols. Who left you open like that? Is it bad luck? Eventually, day by day their black silhouettes crowd and obscure the view out my studio window. I dot more days and we don our masks.
The sun gets up earlier and earlier each day. I try to keep the cats to a schedule of not getting me out of bed earlier than 5:00 A.M. Sometimes rain clouds and cold weather help us all pretend that it's only early March. It has been a cold and wet spring. But the leaves can't wait and snuggle in their beds. Their life is to be out catching the sunlight and there is no choice. So, like the pandemic perhaps, I welcome the intrusion (as I have before) and marvel at the patchwork of new green leaves that filter sunlight into my space. This too shall pass! The sun seeks me out and admonishes me… slothful sluggard! Go forth and greet the day! Make hay!
Friday, May 1, 2020
Mossy Forest
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| Trees, old souls |
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| Moss cushions, pillows, sprouts |
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| Where did all the seeds go? |
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| 04-30-20a mixed media |
Friday, April 10, 2020
Pandemic Pictures 01
These all have some poetic or pointed specificity to our current predicament.
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| an uninvited guest (detail) |
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| an uninvited guest (detail) |
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| Roof Party 03-27-20a |
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| 03-29-20a |
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| Cloudy with a Chance of Panic 03-31-20a |
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| Troublesome bouquet 04-01-20b |
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| Looking for Answers 03-16-20a |
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| Procession 03-21-20a |
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| 03-21-20a detail |
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Cloudy With a Chance of Panic
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| They're leaving in droves… |
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| Evacuation! |
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| The skies are full… |
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| although some will remain… |
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| Who will sing with me? |
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| Cloudy with a Chance of Panic 03-31-20 ink, pencil, watercolor |
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Crystal Cities
Architecture is the stage where our lives as individuals and as communities takes shape. In this moment in time where cities and individuals weigh and tug at our hearts, let's cherish communities of new and old mutual dependence.
Below: a few Crystal Cities paintings (2017 vintage).
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