The Toe Bone And The Tooth, Martin Prechtel...
www.floweringmountain.com

Rob Shetterly
www.americanswhotellthetruth.org

I am tired of talking..and am grateful to these two men for continuing their love and service to the greater world..

Earthquake in haiti..heart and prayers go out to those in that land.
Michael Fracasso on the radio, song, The 1950"s. WERU..thank you.
Sun brilliant through the piercing cold.
good old friends...I want to dance and be with with you.

continued cold..spent the day yesterday reorganizing the studio after having only passed through in the last month to either drop off, retrieve, sort through...reset my table and gathered the most recent paintings for easy viewing.  still meditating on what is calling.  heels digging in about inevitable change..sadness masked as anxiety? Two daughters newly off on their own, while the third is here in the home.
so thankful to have been able to give in these last two months..now my attention shifts to my soul work of painting and writing, music making, songs.  This is what sustains me so I may share gracefully with my family and friends.
essential to me, like food, like water.
the dryer broke down today..finally stopped spinning, after it has been creaking along for months.  dusted off gramma's old wooden drying rack and set it up in the sunroom.  save electricity, and save the ears from the racket, though in a small house this now shares my office space.
pink rose red winter sunset. green split peas on the stove. band rehearsal (contradance band) tonight.

1/11/10
early morning ride to take B. to work..(we are a one car family) through coastal town in old volvo wagon..sea smoke and pink sun rising through the mist over the inner harbor
about 6 degrees this morning.  i read excerpts from my youngest daughters book, "yellow fever" (before going out again to take her to school)and give thanks; the sun for its warmth,  food in the cupboard, the shelter of this old, drafty but lovely house. 
to the studio this morning, after about a month's absence.

 

hello its me

1/11/10
for the new year, the new decade, the new paintings to come, the poems hiding in the stars, to my lovely friends who are kind, doing the best they can in this crazy world, my wonderful family, singing and dancing, seeking and praying, cooking and loving.
this is new for me, posting thoughts to a greater world other than my journal, but so much of what goes into my paintings is the result of what goes on in my day..
as my artist statement reads;
“I am concerned with ordinary things and the extraordinary ways in which the ordinary shapes our lives. My paintings evolve from an introspection, coming out of an awareness, a sense. There is a surrender, an aspiration to a holy moment so to speak. How we perceive and feel, the nebulous space between the physical reality of a given situation, person or place, and the perceptions we carry, the curiosity and non-linear ways of looking at time. This comes up through everyday living, influenced by the natural forms I see daily, the actions of people in my life, my writing, and is not something I seek out, but rather something that is noticed.”
a start...