Ranunculus No. 3

Friday, January 15, 2021
Ranunculus No. 3

While entering this, my most recent painting, in an exhibition I was asked what “inspired” the painting. For floral paintings like this one, it’s clearly nature. I’m in rapture with the way this tiny flower’s petals fold in upon themselves like an infinity mirror and how each petal seems to flaunt its own particular combination of colors. It’s both a challenge and a joy to try to preserve it on canvas.
Sometimes artists are asked about the meaning of their work. That’s harder. My paintings tend to be self-evident, WYSIWYG, to use some old...

Parting Company

Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Parting Company

It is not long until Thanksgiving and conversation is swirling around about what to do about the holiday. To gather or not to gather, that’s the problem at hand. There’s a lot of hand-wringing going on in my little world as well. I was excited to be welcoming my now Australian-resident daughter home for her 40th birthday, this year falling on THE big day. She was bringing her partner along to give him the full frontal on American gluttony. So yes, that won’t happen and I will miss her so.
When I began this project, I was excited to return...

Zhenya

Thursday, October 8, 2020
Zhenya

Where the hell have I been? No, I haven’t succumbed to COVID-19, nor have I been abducted by aliens. Something scary did happen though, my computer died…or rather, was suddenly plunged into the death throes as evidenced by a flickering display and images that began to get darker and darker. Since I was almost finished with this painting I began working like a fiend, racing against time to get it done. Lucky for me, I just squeaked through before phantom shapes started to be superimposed on my flickering images. If it had been later in the month...

Adoration

Friday, August 14, 2020
Adoration

News Flash: I’m in love. I’m in love with these children. They’ve been a central part of my life for just short of a month and I am sad that the painting is finished because I’ve loved seeing their faces, that chubby leg, the piercing gaze and the quite obvious fact that they have been smitten by the tiny new creature before them.
I remember so clearly the day I brought my first daughter home to meet her “big” brother, all of 18-months-old. He clamored up onto the sofa, tucked his little body firmly back against the cushions and held his...

Mirrors

Friday, July 10, 2020
Mirrors

A number of books on my shelves were from my mother who died many years ago. I pick them up now and then when I want to read something different, much different from our lives today. On the inside cover of the last two books I found “3/2003” written in my mother’s arthritic handwriting, two months before she died. Needless to say, I read them with changed eyes.
The last I read, Obscure Destinies, a collection of three Willa Cather stories, had an additional note, “A GOOD farm story.”
My mother was born and raised in tiny Weiser, Idaho,...

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