It was really hot and humid today. I had thought to go out painting in the morning but decided to stay in and see if it cooled off enough to head out in the early evening. Had some real rain … Continue reading →
That means it’s time for August Postcard Poetry once more. This year I really feel the struggle between words and painting/visual stuff, but will endeavor on. First a quote via Brain Pickings: The world is violent and mercurial – it … Continue reading →
I did two small sketchbook paintings (one on the “wrong” side ie the back of the previous painting duh) and one larger one:
Jumped? No. Not at all. Falling? Not exactly. Allowed myself to fall? Gave myself willingly to the spring surge, the tidal pull? More than likely. Look the wrong way and it plows down and sweeps you away unexpected. Not necessarily … Continue reading →
Those sitting with hills brushing their hair with wind having a cloud ceiling. These are the folk, trusted and thought to be brave facing the dangers they find and ignoring the phantoms. The birds bring them news and the seasons, … Continue reading →
My aim is not to exhibit craft, but rather to submerge it, and make it rightfully the handmaiden of beauty, power and emotional content.
