Muse-ing in My Studio

I had fun using limited supplies to mix a crazy range of greens.

I wonder how many more I could have created.

I wonder if black acrylic paint has some blue in it.

I wonder what fortune might lie in the numbers collaged here, which I chose only for their green ink and graphic qualities. 

I wonder what someone outside myself might read in the tea leaves of my brushstrokes, scribbles, mark-making, and finger painting here.

The Air is Green and I Breathe in the Beauty of It
7 x 9"; acrylic, oil pastel, and collage on a book page
abstract
2020

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slightly earlier iteration of The Air (left), in a two-page spread
with a companion piece that later goes floral

Transition

I first thought of the two-page spread below as transition pieces, each piece with one foot planted in my time in Virginia this winter and the other foot planted in my first two weeks back at home in Massachusetts.

Then I wondered, Isn't every painting a transition piece? Isn't every brushstroke one of flux, capturing movement from one moment to the next? Doesn't every painting reflect transition, a journey?

an illusion of permanence