how could i forget the trees?

not everyone sees the forest for my trees but i see landscapes in everything i do. i am a realist in the long run.

so here are the ocean pieces in process:

these are hanging and drying before i lay it back out on the printing table for the next run...

ocean thoughts in process 7-20-09

i have a moment or two left today in the studio and will continue to work on the series i began last week, these ocean pieces are lovely just as is i think but i am going to keep some layers going and see how it all builds up.

this has been the finest week i have spent this year. getting reacquainted with my thoughts and painterly vision. in the process of the work i found myself picking up the loose thread of subconscious creativity that has colored my adult life.

it has been a wonderful wave to ride and i hope to stay in the ocean of creativity more often than not now.

i guess i am just remembering who i am and how to find my voice. so if you cannot find me via telephone or fax... just know i am having a hell of a lot of fun and will share it with you when the wave reaches the shore!

even a few pieces finished!

studio week 7-13-08

i had fallen into quite a funk about the studio time and the suffering of artist block. what gets us into the studio and what can keep us from being distracted by outside responsibilities?
speaking to my son on the phone, day after his birthday, i told him i was hanging it up. he balked and dared me. if you know me well you will know that dares are dangerous. i just do not do them anymore as i got married not only once but twice because of a dare. love had something to do with it too. well, i love my son more than any man and so this dare i took, shook off the artists block and hide... in the studio. i ate, slept, bathed, organized, ironed, cleaned and printed for a good portion of the next 5 days.

winter rains

While I work on getting a studio space cleaned and organized for the bay area I wonder about when I will get the painting begun and the sewing machine fixed for the Humboldt County studio and textile work. I am anxious to get going. I managed to paint out a wall in my bay area bedroom in blackboard black paint. I have scribbled on it. It seemed to help with artist's block.
I go back to Paris in a few weeks and will meet with a few artists and perhaps a gallery owner. I'll bring some samples of textiles for interiors to explain how versatile my thinking and art work is.
Best works are getting stretched and framed... canvases are being left unframed from now on. I am thinking of skies and the long view.
This is the black board wall empty... it is already filling up with prose and sketches.
Even in this rain filled darkness there is a daffodil lightness pushing up.
There will be spring's creation and new works to share.

back to the wee farm and studio

I come back to beauty and the work of an artist that resides on 5 beautiful acres in the Pacific Northwest. There are textures and surfaces that visually explode around me. Each day and each moment is different and new. I am refreshed by it. When tired, I take a few minutes and walk into the wild winter's waste.
The decay has such color and already pushing through is the spring's first words. Nature pokes through into this sunny winter day with young tulip leaves. The rhubarb is tattered but promising a dinner or two. The delphinium delights me as it gives and gives and each new young plant is last year's offspring. This ramshackle garden is a continual joy. Now back to work!