most of the works
out in the world
finders of their permanent
The viewer, the purchaser
the final piece
of completion in the
to my feelings
changing my intent
are what matters
will make my seekers
be loved, accepted, wanted, acquired
To enable me to keep
in the flow.
When the end is here
my pieces will continue
alive. here. bringing joy. existing. loved.
24" x 24" Textures of our Memories
8" x 8" Thursday is Washday
On my iPod:
Fall of Giants (I did not like this the way I liked Pillars of the Earth),
The Dark River
The Golden City
Here we are
not quite whole
finding deeper inspiration
Can't get the cast wet, can't wear gloves to not make it sweat, need to keep it on for at least another 2 weeks.
It happened when I was spring cleaning the studio. A heavy table top, too heavy for me to lift, fell onto the finger. I heard the most awful sound of the bone being fractured.
Finding some other ways to be creative. Yesterday:
Today: going to the ROM. Sketching. Wandering on my schedule, not Huxley's.
Tomorrow: Back to the studio, working on details:
Listening to: Sins of our Fathers, Stones into Schools, Angels and Demons (2nd Time around and still fun), Swiss-German-Austrian-drinking songs… (but no Bier to go with it).
May the new year bring resolution to issues from 2010, good health and a steady flow of time to execute ideas. May it also bring peace and contentment with what we have, insight into how each and every one of us can help humanity and each other.
May the year also be full of laughter, sunshine and rain, wind and storms, shelter and nourishment for all!
A big Hug!
At the end of the day
excitement set up
for the next day
the labour of the past day
sometimes very happy
sometimes not impressed
it meant time spent
the end of the day
to wash all the brushes
Written in permanent marker on the wall in the studio:
"Tears and doubt are part of the process in creating my art work."
On the I-pod: Song for Arboune, A Prayer for Owen Meaney, The Eight.
New palett colours slipping out
of my hands
Not yet ready
to be show to
keeping it close to
me and only showing to a selected few
But here for you…
again that now
are now not total beginnings any more
of my soul
Experimenting to grow
to make richer
layers of life
surfaces to go above
the connection of
These past weeks listening to: Einstein: His Life and Universe and The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Walk a year in my shoes…
you will create paintings
you will cry tears about missed times
where you will not create
because you do NOT hold the time in your hands
you do not have the time
your hands do not work when you have
they are painful
so no matter you feel
you can not hold a brush in
those precious, rough, sandpaper like
Walk a year in my shoes…
you will hold your family dear
cry with love for them
you will get paints on your hands
and can't get it off before you leave
so people will think it is blood
the blood of creation
Walk a year in my shoes
you will just have spent a year
you will have gotten married
learned to sew french seams
in cream silk
felt low about the little time your day has
for you to spend at the studio
yet you will also have come to realize
that the fast fleeting years you have with
your son so young
will be gone
so now is the time to worry less
steal time when you can
and treasure and be
because, oh, so handsome he is
Details have been added to some of the boats. This is the stage where things slow down. A lot. Each piece of work is studied, reflected upon, pondered about.