artist at play
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A Tease
Well, hahaha, I’m thinking I may do a little more fine tuning of the Skye-Llewellyn-inspired painting I’ve been writing about this week. Yesterday I hung it back on the wall oriented in a different direction from the one in which I’ve been painting it, and I see places where I’d like more balance. I know,… Continue reading
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Daredevil
with guest room bed as makeshift studio, I paint,collage, scribble, dare ——— Just sayin’, looks a little risky … Continue reading
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Deep Dive
If indeed any given painting is ever complete, I think I completed one today. Because I couldn’t remember when I started it, I trolled back through my photos and then through earlier blog posts, and, Whoa! This painting has a long history! I first worked on the actual canvas four years ago, taking it through… Continue reading
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November Morning Drop-In
I place attentionthrough my hands, my heartexpands, light floods in Continue reading
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Scattershot
more wholly here in medias resi walk to my studio,reconnect briefly with a journal pagewhere i began messing abouthaphazardlya few days ago. i tear a bit of paper,collage it to my mess,splatter india ink.the ink runsamok,not to my eye’s pleasure. i grab a square of toilet tissue,blot the ink,make a different mess,spy a nearby metallic… Continue reading
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Wayfinding
In Alexandra Fuller’s memoir, Fi, she writes, … and everyone has to find their own way [to survive, thrive, transcend]. C. S. Lewis knew: he knew grief , he knew love, and he knew love’s source. He knew, too, that for some, the way to Narnia was through a wardrobe, but to others the wardrobe… Continue reading
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Editor at Large
My recent studio time centers on rediscovering, revising, editing, and tweaking previously created sketches, explorations, and completed pieces. When I sit to write this post the title Editor at Large comes to mind so I draft it into place. Then I pause, wonder to myself, does that phrase fit? What does it actually mean? •… Continue reading
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Rhymes With Ponder
I often experience sonder but, prior to a few days ago, I’d never even heard the word. It’s a neologism that represents the profound feeling of realizing that every other individual you see is living a life as vivid, complex, full, and real as your own. Included in the feeling might be realizing that to… Continue reading
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Poem and Postcard
This morning, alone in my home, with sunlight streaming in from the skylight to my right and steady tick tick ticks sounding from the wall clock to my left, creative energy pings within me like a small steel ball tracing an unpredictable erratic zig-zag pattern in a pinball machine. In following the zigs and zags… Continue reading
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How Can I Write What My Heart Sings?
How can I put into words what sings in my heart? I cannot. But words are what I have, so I’ll use them as best I can to optimize the chances of your catching a phrase or two of the music. In 1971, Landmark School opened its doors in Prides Crossing, MA, to its first… Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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