Sweet Spot

Today marks the sweet spot of a three-week sweet spot that I celebrate every year. My son Scott's birthday falls on Earth Day. Exactly 21 days later … my birthday. 

In that little three-week span between late-ish April and nearly-mid-May, in my neck of the woods here in New England, Scott's birthday is marked by the first barely-there lime-green confetti-like evidence of tree leaves unfurling from buds. By my birthday lush foliage has made itself known and we find ourselves in a world made new, with canopies overhead and horizons brought close with maturing greenery that's filled the empty spaces of winter. 

Magic, I tell ya.

What better time—positioned as I am today at the midpoint of the transformation—to share the large canvas I've worked on sporadically over the past few months?

i thank you God for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
36 x 36"; acrylic, latex, oil pastel, and collage on canvas
abstract landscape
2022

Still Skittering

 Still having fun.

work in process, fourth pass

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partial history:

third pass

These Littlest of Pointers

 So much gratitude when I notice the littlest things: 

    • the miniature tchotchke Meg gave me years ago—a half-inch-high wooden planter holding tiny faux sprigs of pussywillow perched on my desk beside a miniature wooden bench on which two dollhouse figures sit smiling at me;

    • garlic bulbs whose leaves are nosing out of our side garden;

    • a patch of sunlight created by the skylight over my workspace, framing the 120-year-old pine floorboards in the study where I sit typing;

    • the blades of grass sprouting on the canvas in my studio.

These littlest of pointers open my heart in nearly imperceptible increments to a grand sense of mystery. 

work in progress,
little pointers to life in my studio