Showing posts with label haloed bird series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haloed bird series. Show all posts

Monday, June 25, 2012

Summer Paintings

This is a new painting from the "Haloed Bird" series--it's still in progress, but I love the jeweled rich sensual textures, the depth. It'll continue to change a bit more! With summer here, it seems like a good time to thank YOU for reading my blog: I've been doing this several years, and if you scroll through the postings, you'll take a time journey. As an artist living in a small historic town in the mountains of Western North Carolina (Asheville's right up the road)...I find beauty all around. This was the year that I committed to make art (painting, sculpture, and no telling what else along with my newspaper column writing) despite the odds. I can't think of anything else I'd rather do! So, we'll see what happens on the road ahead--a day job may have to happen: even starving artists love to eat. Soon, I'll have a new rescue puppy to feed and help me paint! Anyway, wherever you are in this world...enjoy art, buy art, love art. We in the arts thank you.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

New Work


This painting is one of a pair. Right now, I'm thinking it doesn't need much more, but I'll continue to work on it along with the companion piece. So far, I like it! When I fall in love with a painting, I know it's right. That doesn't always happen....sometimes I go back and redo a piece, and am willing to take a piece on a new journey. Kind of like life, isn't it?

Monday, May 25, 2009

New Work



This delicious Derek Walcott poem appears this month in the Purple Onion's newsletter compiled by Robert Seiler...and I love it. Poetry, good food, art, music all make this world go round. Despite the upheaval in the world, we must ground ourselves, and pay attention to the soul, to the spirit. I'm sharing this poem and others, including some of my own in this blog....please enjoy and find good energy!

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give Bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

--Derek Walcott