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Thursday, January 14, 2016

My Paintings at In Bocca al Lupo Fine Art Gallery

The opening is Jan. 16 from 5-8pm. 820 Main St. Oregon City, Oregon


This first painting is large; 30x40" on deep canvas stretcher bars. It is Untitled.
1450


This one is 24x24" also on deep canvas stretcher bars.
Granite.  850


Quirk is 18x24" also on deep canvas stretcher bars. 550


SummertimeBlues 1, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450


Summertime Blues 2, 19x24" acrylic on paper
450


Dance 1, 19x24" acrylic on paper
450
 

Dance 2, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450


Seaflowers, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450


Mango Tango, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450


Toybox 1, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450


Toybox 2, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450


Gray Matter 1, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450


Gray Matter 2, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450


Because I Can, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450


Blueberry Muffins, 16x21" acrylic on paper.
450


Water Under the Bridge, 19x24" acrylic on paper.
450

There are a few more not pictured; I'll save those for the opening.

Inquiries here at the gallery.

I'll be taking a short break now; see you around the bend.


Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Onward to 2016

Blueberry Muffins, 16x21" on paper, acrylic

Have been painting every day now for several weeks, interrupted only by things I cannot get out of. 

Not ready to show very much. I have a little group show in a nearby gallery that I'm excited about. 
I'll announce that right before we leave for Mexico City.

I love making these paintings which I think of as puzzles.

The search. It's all about the search and the love.

Namaste.



Sunday, December 20, 2015

Long Time No See


Winter. Time to go inside; become quiet, let the weather swirl without as we rest and find renewal. I love the inner seeking, the slow and moody days, having more time to retreat and be still.

Made my new journal. Covers out of muslin covered matboard and acrylic paint, spine out of heavy canvas. 
The matboard is lighter than Davy board. 
Since I travel so much this helps on the heavy luggage.


Every day I begin with journal meditation and coffee.
Slow writing. Slow communion with my guides.


Meanwhile John plans the garden for the coming year.


While I spin my own dreams for 2016. 


What a gift this life is. To forge a singular path. To have choices.


I hope if there's reincarnation I can be an artist next time as well.
Because I love my tools so much.
My private musings, playful scribbles, big dreams.


We create our own worlds.
I can't get over that.
We really are that powerful, that imaginative.


Close up of a recent painting in cement, wax, plaster, paint.
Happy Holidays to YOU.
Thank you for sharing this love of existence.
Even when it's bad it's good.
xo

Monday, November 16, 2015

Hawaii and Journal Pages


Wow. This is my 767th post. I've been blogging since 2006. Admittedly I dont post as often as I used to but I'm still at it. Kind of amazing when so many blogs seem to be dropping by the wayside.


So our core family just returned from a short vacation and it was good. We were the pasty white Oregonians on the beach; limping over the sharp lava and laughing at ourselves.


We took a submarine ride.


Posed for selfies.


Got mosquito bitten.


Spent part of every day journaling, painting and reading.


Enjoying the big house up on a coffee farm that we rented through Air B & B. (Thank you, Shelly Shinjo for that recommendation.) It's called the Black Manta Farm if any of you are interested in staying away from the tourists on the beach.


We were spoiled by the bidets and heated toilet seats.


John tried to tell us we were on "Das Boot" but we didn't let him get away with that.


We all snorkled and a couple of us took turns on the paddle boat. Man, that was fun!


Our ancient equipment worked as good as ever.


Vacations are always over too soon, aren't they?


So a few journal pages.


While I was in Hawaii I read all of Elizabeth Gilbert's book Big Magic and I loved it. She says all the things that I teach; we can all do it if we want to, this is our legacy as smart monkeys, to be able to make things and use our imaginations. To create art and to create the lives we dreamed of as children. So thank you Elizabeth for your encouraging and generous book. 


Another book I've just read is Lynda Barry's latest book, Syllabus. I love Lynda and have all her books. She is sooo advanced without being dry; explains how the brain and imagination works as only an artist could explain it. I wish I was a student in her class although I fear my brain was too warped by the kind of art education I had to ever really get over it. I don't blame any of my schools; it is really just the messages of this culture. The messages that I try to undo in my classes. 


I love to see how people are breaking free from old ways of thinking and bravely working it out for themselves. Slowly and surely each one of us moves the best we can toward truth and beauty. That is my prayer. I too see the frustration and hopelessness that moves some to acts of violence but am grateful that in such an enormous population only a few are so misguided. 

And that's about it. I cry for injustice but I believe most of us live out our days in kindness and love. 
Namaste.

Friday, October 30, 2015

San Miguel de Allende


John and I left on the 9th to join our friends in San Miguel; from our damp and darkened home in the Pacific Northwest to sunny Mexico.


Katie Kendrick was waiting there, we were both ready to teach and play for a week with a group of women who would quickly become fast friends and confidantes. It is magic what happens at these retreats. Making art projects is only part of it. There is a camaraderie, food, celebrations, connection. Community. It's phenomenal.


 Lost in our private worlds. In flow. Blissful. That's how the days pass. And then we eat!


Kathie Vezzani and Ane Elena take such good care of us. They know the in's and out's. Where to eat. What's happening in town.


One unexpected surprise for me was how much I loved and was inspired by the mojigangas. Paper mache. That we got to paint and decorate. I learned a new recipe for paper mache that will make it much stronger than what I used in the past. Bug resistent. Now I can't wait to try it.


We got to work in the sun. Wear our summer clothes. 


We got to have two cooking lessons. Michael Coon had us in his home where he teaches cooking classes. Gosh he fed us course after course of food; I finally had to throw in the towel before the dessert came. It was so delicious we couldn't stop eating.


We had a bumpy ride out to Pozos and learned about the history of silver mining in the region; got to see the desert and meet an old miner there, the last of his kind.


On our last night we visited the home of Paco Cardenas who prepared us a 4 course meal with paired wines and showed us how to make the dessert; chocolate on chocolate - swoon!


Here he is showing us the dessert.


A delightful chef who owns a bakery and coffee shop in town.


He had a special treat for two of our attendees who had Birthdays; a beautiful cake that we shared on top of the meal!! What a night that was.


This shot was taken at the rooftop of the Rosewood Hotel; stunning views of the sunset and the entire city.


Friendships forged. Kathy lives in my town and I didn't even know her. We have a play date planned.


Of course the city is full of amazing art. We visited numerous galleries and got lots of inspiration.


These are some of our finished projects. Floorcloths in one of my classes. 


Soft spirit dolls in one of Katie's classes.


All while San Miguel smiled on us.


Katie's second class was cardboard books (I'll try to show you mine in the next post) and my second class was gum arabic printmaking.


After my art people left John and I stayed on an extra week with friends who live in the city.


They made us welcome with nightly meals, toasty fires when the weather turned cool (hurricane Patricia, remember?) and introduced me to this painter.


His name is Joaquin Pineiro and I fell in love with his work. 


He invited me to work with him on a large painting. I was thrilled. We painted all day.


His media included enamel paint, cement, milk paint, wax, gasoline, paint thinner, oil paint, pigment, blanco de espana, fire to melt the wax and set the combustibles on fire and more. It was revolutionary.


I came home and started a canvas with some of his less combustible media. This is what it looks like now and I intend to do a 2nd panel to add to it. I'll show you as soon as I can; our family is preparing to head out for another get-away so I made not get to it for awhile.

Thank you for visiting. Life is sweet when it is not terrifying or sad. I try to make the most of the good times, knowing nothing gold can stay. Art keeps me alive. It is my lifeline and my connection to spirit. I know how lucky I am. I want everyone to be well, content, at peace. Namaste.