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Wednesday, June 3, 2020

On My Nightstand, on My Easel (16)

On my nightstand

She took careful steps 
across the floor, 
as if moving too fast 
might set something in motion 
that hadn’t yet begun.

Anita Shreve, The Pilot's Wife


On my easel

something in motion!
detail, work in progress, 36 days in, 5/24/20
24 x 48" canvas

Sunday, May 3, 2020

The Other Half of Another Then and Now

Again, I play with an old piece from nearly four years ago, a piece whose other half recently became a birthday card while this half becomes a postcard to send to my dad. Alone in my studio, I get completely lost in the textured richness of creating a tiny world on a few square inches of paper. I confess I will feel a little tug of loss when I place it in my mailbox to begin its journey away from me to Maine. Away though it will go, I will cherish and hold onto the little gift of gain that comes from becoming aware of how much making I have done in the past four years—I am delighted by the ways in which the get-messy exploration of those years infuses itself into this revised piece.

A Sequestered Saturday Morning
4 x 6"; acrylic, oil pastel, and collage on drawing paper,
mounted on card stock
abstract
2020 upgrade of a 2016 piece

Saturday, May 2, 2020

Friday, May 1, 2020

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Monday, April 27, 2020

Hindsight Is 20/20 (Finding God 2)

Way back* in the thick of our busy family life, we lost an auto insurance claim check. What the heck? Where could a check we were so grateful to receive and so eager to deposit have disappeared?

We searched everywhere. Twice. Three times. Four. Logical places, illogical places. No check.

I knew it was likely to reveal itself eventually, at which point its path would make complete sense.

In the moment, though, I knew we were not going to locate that check. We had to let go of searching, we had to embrace not knowing.

We contacted the insurance company; they issued a new check.

Two years later, I went to tidy a small drawer in which we kept the Kodak envelopes that held negatives from photos we'd sent away to have developed (*As I said earlier, this was way back!). In retrospect, I could suddenly see what had happened, even though I had no ability to imagine the scenario at the time. The mail delivery that included the insurance check also included envelopes of photographs. We opened everything, set the stack of mail down, and later brought the Kodak envelopes upstairs to their designated place in the desk drawer in our bedroom, never knowing the stack of envelopes also included the envelope containing the insurance check.

Similarly, my painting process for Finding God only made sense to me retrospectively, after I'd found what I was looking for and could look back.

While creating my painting I was searching, looking everywhere, but couldn't find what I was looking for. Tried this, tried that, did logical things, illogical things. No discovery. Had to let go of searching, had to embrace not knowing.

Then, suddenly, days and weeks later, there it was—a compelling tangle of meadow! I found what I was looking for, and the whole process made sense.

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Want to take a closer look?

For the next few days, I invite you to join me in ignoring the security guard who will surely reprimand us for putting our faces just inches from this painting to find God in the tangle.

Finding God in a Tangle of Meadow
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