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Art is a weft that adorns, holds together, and vitalizes the strands of life. Even in the simplest tasks, even in the plainest objects, there is meaningful poignancy.
Whether I’m seeing, listening, reading, recovering, arranging, scouring, appreciating, digging, relating, regressing, or creating, I continually encounter fabulous Reality.
I take from and attempt to add to the vast richness of human life.
Category Archives: Musings
Painting thirty images in thirty days, fascinating challenge. Today I’m posting the latest few. There may be another small batch, if I get the finishing touches on them today, but getting them photographed and posted will take longer. I can … Continue reading
I must say the thirty days of September have been flying along and my works and I have been flitting along with them. I think I will actually have 30 new works, maybe even a few extras! Two or three … Continue reading
Clay Mail Envelopes (painted and embellished clay) In April this year, I posted a blog about working in a series. I have strong emotions (opinions?) and a powerful commitment to my way of working with an idea until I have … Continue reading
Several days ago I spoke with an artist visiting The Artist Gallery in Carlsbad, NM where I live. He talked about his works in acrylics, his techniques, and his imagery. He referred to himself as a “streaking” artist, which he … Continue reading
Nest Series: Different Viewpoints (acrylics on paper, 29X21, framed: 36X29 inches, simple mahogany frame) DIFFERENT VIEWPOINTS Tangled, knotted Flitting, flying, Soaring, stalling Serious and silly thoughts Stammer through neural corridors. Some syncopated concentrations, Stunned, dazed and daunting, Twirl themselves Into … Continue reading
Today is the day to confess that I am a slob. It’s painful to say that. Maybe I can weasel out of calling myself a “slob,” maybe it is not the right word, maybe it is too strong…… messy sounds … Continue reading
Oftentimes words are a marvelous aid to finding my visual images. When I am working to externalize in visual form what lies hidden within, words can assist me. At beginning points, at stopping points, at questioning points, at stymied points, … Continue reading
The intuition hides out in a part of my thinking that doesn’t have reliable words attached to it. It doesn’t even operate within parameters that I can get a grip on. It is beyond reason, above rationale, outside of calculations, … Continue reading
On one of my routine early morning walks up the Ocotillo Trail I noted a cluster of walkers standing in the trail ahead. One person raised a hand of caution and directed my attention off to the side of the … Continue reading