The Dragon The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe

I cannot believe I skipped September!!!

Me

Queen of Soul is Dead - Long Live the Queen!!!

This is a sketch from March, 2012 done from her appearance on the Sunday Morning Show on TV

Sunset Soup

Angel of the Desert

In making this totem my vision was of a migrant wandering lost in the desert picking things from the desert floor to fashion a spirit guide. I used bones and snakeskin I found somewhere years ago - and the guidance of Ruth Dorn in one of her Totem classes yesterday.  She knows how to attach anything to anything and make it secure!

Peaceful Warrior - 2015

Unnamed - 2014

                 

Some Place...

Flowers for Sale

Work in Progress

Oldies & Oddities

Easter Tulips Later

Easter Day Dreams on Rough Paper

Their Toys

Many, many years ago when the Beaumont kids had grown and gone, I resurrected their broken toy pieces, made this wreath and sprayed it gold.  In those days gold spray paint was the first "go to" for creative Moms. For a long time this little "work of art" has hung on my bedroom door, gradually collecting mermaids and dust.  I think it belongs here.

Like Alice, 

I am tall or small

and falling, change like leaves to gold.

Arriving at the Hatter’s Tea

I smile, and chat, and quite agree

no one has ever seen me old,

and yet I’ve grown.

And you are there at chess with me

although I never learned the game.

We bow and change from square to square,

trying to see beyond the board.

Nothing’s the same.

Then I am on the path alone.

The Cheshire smile is fading fast;

the rabbit’s clock is running slow.

I don’t know where I need to go.

Still I watch the plot unfold,

just because I’m never told

what’s happening next.

                           

the Bay - 1954 Poem

(not my photo)

The Bay - 1954

We swam in the bay

on one of the nights of the phosphorescence

stirring the cold fire around us

shaking the essence of prophets

in finger lightening

at the sky

And everywhere the frightened fish

appealed to comets

in the sign language of falling stars

Reentering the world

on finless feet we stood a while

in clammy underwear 

watching the night taking shape

falling into place

around us

And suddenly we all got dressed

because the hungry light of human skin

cannot succumb to sorcery

Somewhere - With Sun and Boats

Shelter Island View

Witchy Woman With Wand

Holle's Birthday present - Acrylic - 22"x28" - copied from a photo of her taken at an event in Half Moon Bay.

Snowflakes...

Still Beautiful, but Smaller and Dryer. Like me!