Time to switch to another journal. This one is handmade and larger than the previous one. The stitch that’s binding the pages together is called a “coptic stitch.” It’s complicated, for me, but it allows the pages to open out flat so that a painting stretch across both pages for a single image. I secured the waxed twine with clear packing tape, presenting quite a challenge to paint over the slick surface of the tape…or not.
After moving to town and away from the mountain trails I walked for 18 years, Isabella, my white chow, and I resorted to lower ground. This is a likeness of a place we often visited where the mountains were visible and the weeds prolific. There was a trail that paralleled the one we usually took, and often a little coyote would walk along beside us on its own path. It was no threat to us. In fact it felt like a little friend and seemed as if it was saying, “Hello, good to see you again.” The journal is made of 140 lb. watercolor paper painted with watercolor and pastels.
November 24, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.
My “go – to” book of the year. It’s deep and brilliantly written.
These next posts are a series inspired by Richard Powers, “The Overstory.” Still sad about having to leave the mountains, Power’s brilliant novel using trees as some of the main characters touched me and shown light on the fact that change is the “forever” that is forever.
I was four years old when my folks purchased a lot on the North end of Devil’s Lake located literally on the other side the hill from the painting in this post. We owned this property for 60 years plus. Over the years I’ve stored a zillion stories from my childhood, adolescence, and adulthood all imprinted at “the lake,” as we called it. For a short time in the mid 90’s I lived in the house my father had built on that property. It was a wonderful experience. While there, almost every evening at sunset I took long walks with my beautiful Chow dog on the beach at Road’s End. After the last sliver dome of the sun sunk over the edge of the ocean’s horizon I’d then race back to the lake to catch the moon rise over the hills across from our house as it spread its light across the lake waters. The reflection, what can I say, was beyond awesome.
I hadn’t grasped the impact that Place had instilled in my memory – until the day Lincoln City burned, September 2020. Throughout the Covid scares and restrictions, I maintained a moderately peaceful temperament, but hearing there were fires blazing on the soupy, drippy, moldy, never dry Oregon coast, it was unbelievable! TV news showed they had torched the land from Otis to the North end of the lake. Evacuations, really? I was stunned. It felt like memories were burning inside of me leaving a strange dark and empty space. I really had no right or reason to claim this loss, but there it was hooked to some chromosome awakening me to something I had labeled “the past.” Now, here it is, the past all over again reciting its Fierce and Beautiful poetry. The painting is an attempt to honor the smoke and clouds of Roads End. I’m happy to remember that I loved so much.
With more time on my hands and with the sheltering in challenges, sometimes my emotions take on an entirely new dimension. Occasionally I experience a sense that I’m lost in a world completely unfamiliar to me then a “strangeness” washes over me. Usually it’s easy to regain my footing , but not always. When I’m having a “corona moment” its time to dive hard and heavy into gratitude, to find just one thing I’m grateful for. That seems to pop me back into the bright side of reality. Yesterday’s post depicted 17 years worth of gratitude in my life. It’s Ellie. I’ve been blessed to have her near since the moment she took her first breath. She was surrounded by her loving family in her first moments, and that has not, and will not change.
More gratitude. An organized and cleaned up art space is not a good sign. To all my artist friends and to me it means no art is on the easel. So yes, I am grateful, kind of, for this forced time to get busy and mess up my art room.
This image has emerged from a reference photo taken some 30 years ago. It’s been waiting to be painted but simmered on a back burner for two reasons. One, I didn’t want to tackle the detailed challenge it presented. It was a rather difficult piece for me. Secondly, my readers aren’t required to go along with this idea, but I believe that art has a deep intelligence and quantum relationship with the artist. A piece will emerge when its time is ripe. The title I’ve assigned it asks a relevant question, “Locked In or Locked Out? I think it has an answer, and that’s “Yes.”
Over the years I’ve accumulated pounds and pounds of family photos. This week I tackled a small box, that I could barely lift, and came up with a blast from the past…reaching way back to high Jr Hi, and High School days.
A few years later:
Recently I have, once again, kept pretty busy healing from another bout with cancer and now normal pressure encephalitis. Since my beautiful white Chow lives on the other side of the Moon, I needed fur. One of my fondest memories of childhood up through college was life with my best friend Corky. He and my dad were great pals too.
This animal is most highly recommended for folks allergic to cats and/or those who don’t have the energy to feed them and deal with a litter box . Her name is “Me Owe,” because she doesn’t know any other words. She shakes her head, licks her paw, rolls onto her back, purrs and closes her eyes and goes to sleep…when she gets bored. I have videos which are very darling, but they won’t play on my blog site…yet.
Take care and find something to be grateful for every day, no wait. How about each hour in these strange times?
Watch for more paintings and conversation from the East side of the mountains.
The Winter Solstice corresponds with Christmas and the Season of Lights. They arrive a few days apart and, among other traditional observances, celebrate beautiful expressions of the heart. This year I am blessed and I rejoice in life as I move through another round of healing. My breast cancer of 23 years ago has raised its unwanted head and moved into my spine. Hope, healing prayers and good thoughts are sustaining, not to mention traditional treatment. I prefer hope and healing prayers, as the only side effects are hope and healing prayers. Family is close and love prevails as we move into this period of darkness and inward turned reflection.
You are welcome to stop by the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship, the beautiful newer building located at the bottom of Skyliner’s Rd. off Skyline Ranch Rd. The artist’s reception was on June 2nd, but the show will be available for viewing until August 4th. This is a juried show, and there are some very amazing pieces submitted by local artists. It is All About Birds, their habitats, nests, feathers portrayed in fabric, wood, sculptures, and paintings. Look for mine entitled, “Waiting.”
Beginning June 28th I will have two new paintings hanging at the Redmond Hospital in the halls just off the main entrance. In the works are large poppies, like the ones out my back door and all throughout my yard. Here’s a peek at the reference photos I took. By the way, the deer don’t eat poppies. Isn’t nature the best?
Photo of Poppies
These are growing in my side yard along with daisies and grasses.
Back Yard Poppies
As a side note, painting has been so helpful in my most recent cancer recovery. I’m doing better each day. Thanks for the support. It means so much.
It’s going around Bend, a healthy flu that’s making many of us unhealthy. After laying low for several days, this morning I decided to get with it and try my hand at “Negative Painting.” With this technique paint is applied between desired shapes , and, if you’re lucky or know what you’re doing, an image appears. After coming close to trashing this piece many times, but listening to that voice that says, “keep going,” I got close to the sunflower I was after – or it could be a water lily.
I’ll add a fun little “Poppy Garden” and a piece I did in Angie Granger’s workshop this Fall.
December 21, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.
Another year has past and winter in all its beauty and quiet is upon us. Today marks the return of the sun and, paradoxically, the beginning of winter when dark days and long nights prevail. Every year Mother Nature offers her seasonal gift, a time to look within and find comfort in our own skin. Of course this is a challenge with the joy and craziness of the holidays all mixed up together. Maybe a “both-and” approach is called for and “Quiet Craziness” will work just fine. What do you think?
I hope you can join me, along, with many other artists, for a one-day art show at Bend’s Touchmark Lodge. It is located adjacent to the Bend Athletic Club, just below the Century Dr. and the Mt. Washington Dr. roundabout. I look forward to seeing you there.
I will be showing framed work plus many hand painted holiday cards. Originals and prints are available.