Eulogy for an Old Friend

Our 90 year old 120ft high Blue Spruce came down in the wind yesterday. I had to write this eulogy. It was a truly old friend.

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Door Decorations at Berwick-on-the-lake

Wreaths don’t own front doors. And house doors don’t own front door decorations, either. Why not put a bird house or a bird-i-a-box on your front door? My mother recently downsized to a two bedroom apartment in a retirement community, so she has an apartment door in a hallway rather than the outside door she… Continue reading Door Decorations at Berwick-on-the-lake

Studio Scraps and Feeling Scrappy

Seems like I write a new post whenever I’m pressed for time in my studio. Maybe it’s avoidance. Maybe it’s just that when I’m struggling or when I’m jumping up and down with joy because I got over my hump is exactly when I feel like sharing that struggle and that joy with you. I’m… Continue reading Studio Scraps and Feeling Scrappy

Inspired by the Prayer of St. Francis

As a child, my favorite saint was St. Francis. I think one of the reasons I was so drawn to his story was his profound connection to all of creation: sun, moon, plants, rivers mountains, animals … somehow that way of living and being has always resonated with me. I continue to gain inspiration from… Continue reading Inspired by the Prayer of St. Francis

Threads of Continuity

Every time I begin working on a new series, I have mixed feelings. Being held by what I’ve already started mixed with being¬†impelled by what I want to do next.¬†Melancholy mixed with excitement. Curiosity mixed with¬†worry. Delight mixed with feeling vulnerable. ¬†Do you ever feel that way when you start something new? I haven’t yet… Continue reading Threads of Continuity

Our First Snow Changes my Palette

I woke up this morning to a deep quiet outside my window. The window was open a few inches (I like sleeping with cold air on my face.) Most mornings, even as late as yesterday morning, I awake to the chatter of tiny songbirds in the lilacs just outside. This morning all was silent. It was our first snow and I knew my paint palette was going to change with the season.

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I’m enjoying the way the season has turned this week — brilliant sunlight alternates with rainy skies and cold, dark evenings. In my studio the sun is lower through the skylight. On rainy days, I’m forced to use the overhead light. At night, I can see a few stars in the black rectangle above my work table. The colors of the season are turning up on my canvases. Darker colors– blacks, metallics, crimson, blood-red, forest greens. Richer for the changing light.