il pleut
Don’t you love the sound of that: “il pleut.” The French really nailed it with those words. By contrast, say “it’s raining”; now, do those English words come close to approximating the sound of rain on a roof or window? But “pleut.” Yes. I had a dear friend who used to visit quite often when […]
movement
Puppy. (well, dog actually). Dog moving. Dog so glad to be out of the car. The 2 of us just got back from Brookline where there is bare ground. Even daffodils pointing up out of it, emerging. Movement. Movement you can see. Not like here – where it looks like a well-frosted cake still. The […]
spring?????
When I visited the curator for the gallery in DC, she looked at my work and said to me, “We’d like you to show your work here. And it must be in spring.” She was looking at the colors in the very small work that I brought her. She saw spring colors in it – […]
impatient
A little off-shoot from the bigger piece… I’m waiting impatiently for the photos. Stewart will send them when they’re ready. I know better than to bother him. I can feel that I’m still WITH my large piece, since I’ll be driving down to DC to hang it in the gallery there next week. At the […]
chicken or ?
(to-do list) After finishing my long and involved piece of art that I just had photographed, my first impulse is to do something light, something absurd, something about… well, how about chickens? I grew up on a farm and one of my chores was feeding the chickens. Lighthearted fun: everyday collecting the eggs, throwing in […]
back from the photographer’s
I’m so relieved and excited: my photography session went really well. Soon I’ll have the photos to share. I had hoped to have help for hanging my art so the session would go faster. But Stewart – who only photographs art – laughed and said, “You should see some of the work people bring – […]
not truth
~Bob Dylan (in his book, Chronicles): Folk songs are evasive – the truth about life, and life is more or less (not true), but then that’s exactly the way we want it to be. We wouldn’t be comfortable with it any other way. All wrapped up, here are the paintings on silk that I did […]
oh dear
Oh dear. So what you see here is broken glass. I would like to say it’s because the art came down and didn’t prevent the pup from bumping into the window. But, no, this is a window that was not covered in art. No excuse for the dog’s action. Several years ago, when I lived […]
snowed in
You have no way to really measure this from the photo – but the snow at my door is waist deep. This is the side door. The front door was – well – more embedded. And yes, this does mirror my mind. It mirrors how reluctant I am to be seen. I’m an artist. You’d […]
blank canvas
I now have an unimpeded view. And just to celebrate, nature launched one of its finest: a day of non-stop snow with gale winds. Spectacular. A blank canvas. I recall when I used to be so afraid of the blank canvas. Just putting some paint on, no matter how or why, would help me feel […]
