Dear, Anne, Debi, Prashant, Owen (S.R.), Carsten, John, Margaret, Janet, Hannah, Nico, Carol, Shari, Jane, Tim, Melinda, Michael, Jack, Nick, Oh, and so many more,-
You are the life line in my whirling seas, the house up on the cliff. How time flies! Here’s to 2018! May it see us all reaching toward our best potential and shining our light however bright that light may be. Know your light adds to the positive and creative light of the entire world helping to light the paths of others. You guys are the best! Keep up the good work and enjoy your travels.
In briefest summary: For the past month I have been focused on opening my own studio in the Farmington Valley Arts Center. This process involved making application, both electronic and with personal presentation before a jury and now setting up my space. I am now in Studio 9A at FVAC in Avon Connecticut and so delighted to be a part of this vibrant group of artists. They are so professional. I do feel out of my league; the little fish in the big pond. Yet, everyone here is so supportive and welcoming. It is simply wonderful.
Anyway as I get settled into the New Year I’ll share my adventure with you. So here’s to 2018 and all the paths we follow!
Will I be painting in watercolor? Figure drawing? Doing ceramic tiles? Working in batik? Sharing with students? It may well be all of the above. I certainly hope so. I am thrilled to be here and painting once again.
I’m not much of a Christian; perhaps in ethics I am, but certainly not in faith; I was brought up in a Unitarian church. Yet I sing in the choir of my husband’s Episcopalian church. Tonight as I sit here searching out the many messages from internet friends around the world one line of an anthem we sang for Lessons and Carols, the service last Sunday, keeps ringing in my head, “ and a little child shall lead them, and a little child shall lead them”. I am reminded of the innocence of children, of the innocence of man before he ate of the tree of knowledge. I think of all God’s creation, the world in its natural state, surviving as best it can, but not scheming, not planning, not greedy or full of deceit and I think of a little child reaching out his hand in trust with that natural offering of love that only children seem to have.
I wish we could all do that for one another no matter what our faith, or religion, or political position. I do believe in the efficacy of Christianity and that as Paul writes in Corinthians of Faith, Hope, and Charity the greatest of these is love. While my philosophy is built on hope I believe in love, love that seeks to understand and lives in gratitude reaching out beyond our wildest dreams to gather in everyone it can with the innocence and trust of a little child.
So no matter what your denomination or faith I hope you can find the trust to reach out your hand in love to one another, trying to understand, and finding gratitude for what is given you.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday with the peace that comes through opening your heart to love.
May you find the light within yourself-Yes,we all have a little child with in us. Enjoy the Season.
I am sending these out even though I don’t have anything worthy of posting just now. I guess I just need to acknowledge that I am here, alive, still breathing and at some point may be able to share the events that have been unfolding in my life. Only at the moment they don’t seem to include much painting. I am hopeful that will change. I do applaud the awesome work so many of you are doing in the painting and writing fields. I enjoy getting your posts. Many Thanks!
May I find inner peace and strength to live each day as deliberately as nature.
My life just now is a whirl wind. It’s been life in the fast lane with no time to paint. Still I hold faith that I will find/make that time to paint when the moment is again right.
So, Dear Reader, I am still around and even though I must recycle an image or two in the Fairy Boats I am painting at least a little and always evolving. I live in Gratitude for all that has and is happening with-in me. I hold fast in knowing this moment is perfect.
i have been traveling too fast for my soul to catch up, too fast to post watercolor practice-it’s all in various stages of in-completion-Traveling fast keeps me centered in the now: if i don’t pay close attention to where i am i will capsize and the wind in my sails is strong. This post, especially the music brought me back up the mountain to Kripalu where i recently participated in a yoga practice of meditation built around toning and the power of the voice. Stop and listen; this is a thought filled piece.
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I’m glad to have made your acquaintance.
Maggie Nelson’s Bluetsis in part inspired by the writing of Ludwig Wittgenstein, both his Remarks on Colour and his style has been of great influence to Nelson. As Nelson the composer Steve Reich is also inspired by Wittgenstein. A single line: “How small a thought it takes to fill a whole life!” is the lyrical inspiration for his wonderful piece Proverb (1995).
“How small a thought it takes to fill a whole life!” supply the entire text of Steve Reich’s Proverb, and in doing so reaffirm their own truthfulness: in Proverb, a single kernel of an idea serves as the basis for an entire musical composition. It starts with a single voice, a soprano who is gradually joined by two other sopranos, two tenors, and an instrumental ensemble consisting of two electric organs and two vibraphones. This eclectic group continues to express…
Here is the first fee booten painting which inspired me to give my walk a try even though i didn’t feel 100 percent. The woods are so beautiful.
And my walk today was marked by beauty in spite of finding myself unable to complete my normal loop. Part of the beauty was nature’s offering and the other the cheerful arrival of my husband to pick me up at the halfway point. The loop is only 3 and a half miles but today halfway was more than enough for my bad foot and leg. Besides i was missing my friend.
here are the Fairy Boats again in another painting. the sun is catching them. But they are beginning to sink.
I am working on the golden forest. Here are some photos from today.
It is the beech trees which are so glorious. But the oaks do pretty well too-
What began as a moody Monday of errands, a doctors appointment, a bit of tidying up in the garden,was lifted by a walk with a friend, enjoying posts from so many talented, generous folks on WordPress followed by a bit of painting.
“Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.”
from Henry James on the importance of experience copied from Gurney Journey:
Three photos by me- inspired by Belinda Grover’s post today of a beautiful floating leaf photograph. My own photographic efforts down at the spring lot are just snap shots:
But I was especially pleased to be able to take these without scaring the very tired wood duck who clearly wanted to stay the night. She was a lovely little creature. Someday I hope they will nest on the pond.
My watercolor version of “Fairy Boats” on the spring lot pond. 14″x10″ Arches HP
An attempt at the Hollister House working from memory while trying to avoid “mud”.
Holly (no wings, walking out of the dust-think of the movie, “Purgatory”)