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Crooked Path of winter

January 24th, 2009 – 10:09 am

Tree Women will guide you
They are keeping time through the dark,
holding memory safe,
under copper rocks

Crooked Path of Winter
watercolour, lacquer, konaunmo (ground shell) on paper
Painting cut apart, reassembled to give a slightly dimensional abstraction.
Image: 12 x 12 inches
private collection

when the muse strikes

January 11th, 2009 – 8:35 pm

Phthalo Man, what an intoxicating colour!
The can-opener’s floor is dull as dirt, warm sand, boring. Now, I’ve been watching her for months. Her concentration is almost cat-like as she dips and swipes. I decide it’s time to do her a favor, spice up the place while she is out chopping wood.
Phthalo!! Intense permanent blue Purrfect!

First […]

dream voices

July 5th, 2008 – 9:20 am

when it rains….when it is too cold to work in the studio….when it is too hot….
or simply when…

Undercliff

I move away from the big paintings, take small squares of paper and my paints onto the covered patio, or under my Ash tree.
I listen
to the Rain, the Wind, Empty Space and who […]

Rain walking

July 5th, 2008 – 7:30 am

Rain walking

rain drumming
on my parka hood

Lost in Mist

mist laying down glitter

among the grasses
and diamonds on the leaves

soft rain and mist

Misty Trail

secret paths
that disappear in the sun

More small works in Dream Voices tseka

Winter Melt

April 10th, 2008 – 7:17 pm

Letting go of the valley
last year’s plowridges are found
winter returns to the mountains

valley of the wind

April 10th, 2008 – 7:00 pm

Earthquakes, dry wind, spring floods all leave their mark as they form a desert valley between granite ranges.

April 9th, 2008 – 4:05 pm

Whispering caress
Wind sails across granite
Formless creates form

imperfect perfection

March 31st, 2008 – 11:19 pm

I was having dinner with a friend who asked me why I cut my paintings apart. It is a common question I receive about my work. The answer went something like this:
Running my finger around the porcelain tea bowl, I asked him, “Do you see this? It is perfect.”
I held the cup up to […]

The flaw is the invitation

March 30th, 2008 – 10:07 pm

The Flaw is the Invitation

(click image to enlarge)

Empty spaces left
to be filled
with experiences and memories
stored in another’s heart.
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The fragments are from the lower right corner of the painting.

Icicle Creek (collection of the artist)

Far mountain range

January 10th, 2008 – 10:00 pm

This is where my heart lives
Eighteen hundred miles from me
the tides roll in and out
I feel them in my body still
hear the wind in the fir tops
smell the salt flats