“Standing alone, my senses reeled, A fatal attraction is holding me fast. How can I escape this irresistable grasp? Can’t keep my eyes from the circling sky, Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I” “Learning to...
“Came in close, I heard a voice, standing, stretching every nerve, had to listen, had no choice” – “Solsbury Hill” by Peter Gabriel I am still oil painting.. I am always amazed at how sometimes a painting can almost...
Sometimes I am a day late and a dollar short…. So forgive this blog for coming out this week on a Thursday instead of yesterday. I had taught classes back to back all day on Tuesday, then made dinner for my son and myself, cleaned up and then I sat down to write the...
I am still painting bubbles…. Oh, Ive been doing other things too, but there is a sense of being in no hurry for this painting. Last week I thought I would have this done, no problem. But no…it is taking its own sweet time. Luckily, it is coming along and as I keep...
Creating art is just plain weird. For the last few weeks I have been in a “writers’ block” for some reason. Paintings started, new ideas pushed around and then something innate pushes me off that path and those ideas fade out. So I doubled down. (Taurus, stubborn) I...
White is Precious. And like Gollum in the Lord of the Rings trilogy, I am obsessed with hoarding it, talking to it, and thinking about it in a composition. Think of me sitting in a corner of my studio with a white, Roche pastel stick in my hands mumbling to...
