Sunday, September 7, 2014

An old poem off the hard drive: Erosion


although exposed
the curious human
whose mind stiffens
her body

clouds roll
drawing with them
a great curtain
whose heavy presence
is marked

bearing down on
the colorful shell
whose drained pigment
is swept

eyes darken
slowly barring
the brittle soul
whose open windows

although hidden
the curious human
whose body stiffens
her mind

Saturday, September 6, 2014


And then there are the times when a painter is most vulnerable. She paints a vision for anyone and not for everyone. She paints not because she understands. She paints before she sees. She paints because she must.

Vision, Acrylic 4'X4'

The gold leaf is so great on this one.

This is one of those paintings. Edit: So far I have heard from a few special people about what they see when they look at this. I trust they are seeing what they need to see in it.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Natvar Bhavsar

WAM currently has a whole room dedicated to Natvar Bhavsar. (I think the museum owns at least 6 of his works.) Though I had never heard of him until this exhibit, I immediately felt at home the first time I walked into the small room dominated by his colorful, ethereal canvases. 

And though his paintings remind me to like my own painting Grotesque Ethereal even more, his paintings also inspire me to do more with less. (I'm sure this will show up in the coming paintings.) 
The special exhibit ends Oct 5. (BTW, The current glass exhibit and the recently rotated permanent collection are fantastic, too. Pay for a great half-day of moving entertainment or go on Free Saturdays.)

Saturday, August 30, 2014

William-Adolphe Bouguereau

The above quote is taken from a 100+ year old book Kimmie recently inherited. It's credited to the artist Bouguereau who lived from 1825-1905. I once posted an awesome painting by him here. I "discovered" him when I inherited this print of Yvonne with Cherries. Yvonne was a little French girl whose mother was a friend of Bouguereau. He continued to paint Yvonne throughout her life so we can watch her grow up through Bouguereau's brush. And when I finally got to the Met in NYC, it was this small gallery which was closed to the public. (I have never seen one of his paintings in person, something I really crave. I guess it's reason to go back. Yes, there were almost tears.)

When looking at prints of his realistic, perfectly executed paintings, it almost seems impossible he would have said the above words. If anyone could hold rigidly to the principle of classical Academy training it would be this artist, who even instructed at the Academy.

The quoted words definitely match modern thinking as he is referring to sentiment, something which by the time he said this, was out-moded with the next generation of artists. Bouguereau continued to paint in his realistic style at the same time as Monet and Seurat were busy painting light via their own lenses. Once the impressionists took over, Bouguereau fell out of popularity.

I was thrilled to read this quote. It supports the meta-modern artist in me. From its place in modernity, it hints toward the inevitable emergence of postmodern art. It is fascinating to know at one point Bouguereau instructed Matisse. Perhaps it was exposure to this very philosophy which cultivated Matisse's free spirit as an artist? Still, part of me is glad Bouguereau never lived to see Warhol's soup cans...though after reading the above quote, perhaps he would have actually enjoyed Warhol.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The marbled elements have thankfully landed together

It was really something to experience them all together. Even the cats showed preferences.
I am thrilled to say my "family" of marbled spirits are staying together. My friends Brad and Carol acquired the first one right away---and after living awhile with it (while I painted the others), decided they would like to see all of them. Today they bought the other three. 

It's a lucky thing when you really like the people who are going to live around and guard and honor the spirit of your paintings. These two really understand how paintings grow and transcend my initial vision or even their own vision. 

I am grateful for the generosity of those who buy my work and love it. I will sleep well tonight.

Birth Into Blue stretched and revisited

I am having so much fun with the marbling process now that I "get it" more. Since I had this canvas rolled up in the studio I thought I would add to the top of it and see what happened. I was not expecting the marble to stick to the regular paint surfaces. I knew it would stick to the specially prepared body and cord. I do think the effect would be better had I started with the marble and then added the image on top. ...of course now I am imagining entire under-paintings of this stuff.

There is still a lot of the process that is completely out of my hands. For example, weather greatly affects what the colors will do. There's something so wonderful about letting go and being present with and accepting whatever happens. Art as mimesis, once again. *I'm just realizing (after searching my own blog) that I've never posted this image. I don't even know when I painted it. Maybe the sketch is dated in my book?

Saturday, August 23, 2014


Added some nautilus shapes on the end. They also ended up looking like owl eyes, something I know is lodged in my subconscious connection with my boy. I will find the photo of him that looks like this. For now, here's his drawing that is like a more concrete version of this one. (Of course he would choose to draw an owl. I think it's his spirit animal.)


Added center detail under the amethyst plus some darker gray.