A birthing that necessitated pain, as all birth does, was taking place and I was in it. I was coming into ME. And my paintings reflected all of it–the growth, the pain and the confusion.
Stripped Down and Broken Open: Giving Birth to Art
… this is where I caught my first true glimpse of me. THIS is where the abstracts were born. But I wouldn’t fully understand it until this very moment as I write it out to you.
What Do Italy, New England and the Southwest Have in Common?
I, personally, think his work is very contemporary, but it also stirs a sense of something rather “old” in me. Be it France at the turn of the century, or the Renaissance, his work embodies something deep and rich that resonates historic works, while still being every bit modern.
What do Artists Know?
I am sitting at my kitchen table with a mug of steaming coffee, watching a snowstorm move across the mountains. A profound silence fills me with peace and I am so very grateful for this life I have chosen.
Forgive and Forget
The day dawned gentle and bright here in Truchas and it was basically a typical morning except that I have a confession to make…
What If This Is It?
… clothespins on a clothesline lit by the sun… the joy of feeding birds outside a window… giving an animal a warm home he can count on… the gentle quiet of a morning, a good book and a cup of coffee….
Come Walk With Me?
It is silent beyond words. A raven flies above me and I HEAR its wings cutting through the sky, bringing an immediate and private smile to my lips.
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