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IceKanse! Calendar Reveal-Reflections…Refractions…Relativities

The new calendar proofs came early!

Reflections…Refractions…Relativities- a unique prospective through ice.  Join us for the video reveal!

order YOUR unique calendar, where Nature is artistic collaborator in every image, by clicking here.

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Haiku Read-Throughs

Think you’ve guessed which images in the Haiku Exhibition are mine? (if you haven’t been to the Firehall gallery or seen the video walkthrough click here.

The organizers requested framed reproductions (Sorry about the inevitable glare!)  I’ll state the original medium next to each title.  In addition to playing with poetry, I wanted to show a sweeping variety of imagery.

“Emergence” Original Acrylic on Canvas, 16×20

Galloping burst from

isolation! Thunder dance

through my joy tossed mane!

 

“Portals” 30×20  Photo (part of “Icekanse”, a body of work created through a handheld “lens” of water tough ice rather than any digital manipulation.)

hawk dives, worlds converge

air… water… in the tumult

who is fish…who bird?

 

“Love Song from the Sea” Original 5×7 Oil and cold wax

 

“Tom’s Cove Twilight” Original 5×7 Oil and cold wax

 

“Tidepool Trysts” Original 5×7 Oil and cold wax

 

 

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Friday Plein Air Painters at Cool Spring Preserve

Invisible insects sing soprano as I saunter past, their sudden silence a moving bubble of quiet surrounded by a sea of sound.

I choose a spot by the stream with lovely benches and even pop-up tables. The sun plays hide and seek with the clouds in the landscape. I hear more than feel the breeze, enveloped as I am in brush and branch.

And that is the star. The feeling I want to convey, of coziness, of protection, of sharing a secret with this little glade.

I pull out paper and start to sketch and find I want to explore the textures in the burled sycamore wading in the stream. And then a flash and a splash and I’m drawn into a giant leaf slowly spinning and circling in an eddy before catching the current and racing down stream. I wish I could think fluently in music, for right now that’s how I would compose….

I settle on the sweeping tangle of marsh and meadow to the far-off farm. But in the midst, a leaf  lands dramatically next to my paints. Watercolors.  Not a familiar medium for me, but fascinating and most important, portable.  “Paint me, paint me!” the leaf demands. I laugh and continue my wash, so different from the stream-side glade I initially intended to explore… but that’s the way it goes.  Listen to the landscape….

 

I bid my spot farewell, even as the infinitely intricate (intricately infinite?) negative spaces in the leaves try to lure me in…

I don’t realize how chilly I get sitting on the cold bench until I start back. The last time I wandered this trail, hoarfrost twinkled from every blade and secret hollow.  Let me see if I can find a picture….February feels like a lifetime ago.

The painters head off home, but I’ve packed my running gear and look forward to logging a couple of miles. The trails are springy and welcoming underfoot. A brief bright blob bounding into the woods shows why it’s called Whitetail Trail. When I pass my spot by the stream, my bossy leaf has blown on…

A hidden vista off a side trail. A palette of leaves and lichen.  A trail through a tunnel to wonderland.  The soaring buzzards are too far off to see unless you blow up the photo…but scant minutes later I startle when they swoop down just above me. That’s why they’re called buzz-ards, I laugh to myself.

I’m fascinated at the contrast of texture that rolls by.  Spike and tendril.  Vapor and solid. Fluid and unyielding.

 

Puff and sweat.  Pause to shoot. The trail turns towards home, past a bucolic pasture scene. As I raise my phone,  the statuesque bull lazily flops his head all the way to the ground, now just a distant blurry blob.  I think about calling to him for a more majestic pose but realize the wisdom of letting sleeping bulls lie. Enjoy the sunshine, buddy….

 

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Love Song from the Sea

Currently hanging in the “Haiku” exhibit at the Firehall Gallery in the historic Charles Town Arts District.  The original is created in oil and cold wax, a fascinating, infinitely layered process which can incorporate a variety of media.  I created this painting in response to the poetry of the sea, specifically the Atlantic Ocean off Assatateague Island while I was camping and developing “Picture Wild Ponies.”

The asemic writing reminded me of a love letter.  I love Wikipedia’s definition of anemic writing:  “Asemic writing is a wordless open semantic form of writing. The word asemic means ‘having no specific semantic content’, or ‘without the smallest unit of meaning’. With the non-specificity of asemic writing there comes a vacuum of meaning, which is left for the reader to fill in and interpret.

Moonswept in Tide’s swell

Susurrant asemia

Love song from the Sea

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Pathway to a Palette

The choice of a color palette dictates the mood of a painting.  Color theory is an ongoing source of inspiration, frustration, and constant study. And yet, as each season unfurls, I’m struck with nature’s ever-changing, harmonic color, and EFFORTLESS palettes. Einstein urges, “Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”

And so I do.

 

From each hike, run, and round of farm chores, the world gifts me new palettes to explore.

Or not….

Toni Morrison reminds us: “at some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.”

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Friday Painters: Blandy Arboretum

Mark takes the day off so we can continue my Birthday festivities with the new Steeplechase exhibit at the NSLM, some delicious pub fare, an errand at the secondhand tack shop, and a visit with a friends feisty black colt.  I tear and fold a little concertina spread, and drip and splash inks in advance.

But first, Friday Painters at the Arboretum.  We love this place!  After we say hi, we drive around a bit to see what calls to be painted today.  So much amazingness in this sprawling wonderland!  When we get to my rocks, I ask Mark to drop me off.

I sit and just soak up the scene for a few minutes, listening to the landscape.  The sun burns relentlessly somewhere on the far side of the mist.  These 3 rocks, as they march across the hilltop, whisper of rolling waves and I think of lava deepdeepdeep in the earth’s core, in long ago time. I imagine all the swirl and fury trapped in sharp immobility, yet somehow remembering endless motion.

Blind contour drawing.  Splashes of watercolor, still unfamiliar.

My bladder urges me on, long before the sketch is “done.”

Mark had planned to run a few miles while I paint, but instead takes a well-deserved snooze.

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“The Expressive Equine” Exhibit Walk Through

I just finished hanging “The Expressive Equine” in the new Jefferson Arts Council space.  This is the first time they have been hung as a “herd.”  It’s so much fun to see them galloping across the walls together!  I’m struck at once by both the evolution of style and technique over the past few years, and the exuberant spirit that is core to each canvas….

Stop in and visit!  (Masks, distancing and hand sanitizer required.)

 

 

 

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Overhaul!

Big changes underway for the website! Which means A MESS as we work through a major overhaul and update, in between studio sessions.

It will be worth it! In the end, you will be able to browse galleries and bring your favorite images home with ease, as well as read the stories behind their creation.

Please contact me directly with questions or to purchase your favorite art!