Finished and Ready to Frame

The Geography of Loss

Those of you who know me will recognize the tributes to my regal Mom, my little girl who wished on the stars from her hospital bed, my house on Beaumont and the watermen and explorers who captured my heart...all loved and lost, adored and forgiven.  Love is my true North.

Dragon's Lair

This is an illustration for a story I wrote for my youngest grandaughter about a girl who found a dragon skin and went to the dragon's lair to return it in exchange for a favor.  It's a mystery.

in the Canyon

Dabstracts

Crazy Bird Feeding Time

WIP (Geography of Loss Workshop)

Subtle changes made - almost finished (rainy day Monday)

Yesterday's workshop by Jane La Fazio and Patti Digh had 26 participants working on life's losses.  We created six small quilt squares around layers of meaning, emotion, attachments - weaving our stories and finding our way through lingering grief.  I have more work to do on this - stitching, embroidery and finishing.  The quiltlets are positioned on felt and will be framed.

Green Day

we're Irish

Three Strikes?

Vignette du Jour

Bayside Dreamin'

i was parked next to this guy today 

who was taking a nap in his truck

by the bay

he woke with a start

and I gave him my art -

he never stopped laughing

as he drove away!

(but first i took a photo with my iPhone)

The Moon and...

...the roof, two chimneys and the porch

...the chimney and the porch

...the roof and the chimney

Aretha on TV Sunday Morning

Shelter Island View Yesterday

Fountain at Red Sails

where I had lunch today.

Tale of the Mermaid

Mermaid Abandonned

Mermaid in Flight

Gran-mer

Ink Buffalo Babies

drawn from TV using paintbrush with non-dominant hand

Da Kine

another drawing exercise

Had lunch outside at the "Da Kine" restaurant in Liberty Station next to an island family (you know da kine).  They obligingly (but unknowingly) sat still for a graphite portrait .  I'm still working on my "one drawing a day" exercise book.   Mo' bettah if you click it biggah!

Following Blind

Here's something I'm trying in acrylic - a new direction, more conceptual, meaning expressing thoughts I didn't know I had rather than trying to paint something.  I wish it were easier to make comments here because I'd like some feedback.  Folks are telling me they are unable to comment.  Other folks with blogspot blogs of their own have no problem.

Peacock Feathers

Jellyfish Revisited (and Jack London)

—Jack London, The Mutiny of the Elsinore

I cannot help remembering a remark of De Casseres. It was over the wine in Mouquin's. Said he: "The profoundest instinct in man is to war against the truth; that is, against the Real. He shuns facts from his infancy. His life is a perpetual evasion. Miracle, chimera and to-morrow keep him alive. He lives on fiction and myth. It is the Lie that makes him free. Animals alone are given the privilege of lifting the veil of Isis; men dare not. The animal, awake, has no fictional escape from the Real because he has no imagination. Man, awake, is compelled to seek a perpetual escape into Hope, Belief, Fable, Art, God, Socialism, Immortality, Alcohol, Love. From Medusa-Truth he makes an appeal to Maya-Lie."

Heart in Hands

mixed media