Fauve-ish Landscape

Homage a Vlaminck

...working from my sketch below a la Fauves on the left - voila!  I'm a Nouveau Fauve!

A La Dufy

Inkies

China

Guatemala

La Jolla

My Fancy Turns To Fall

mixed media tile

Who knows where crows go
when crows go away?
The gourd patch is silent,
the scarecrow won't say.

Braque, Dufy and Me

Braque

Dufy

from my Fauverite  class.  How'm I doing?

and ME!

Old Globe Gift Shop

Waiting to see ALLEGIANCE yesterday.  Wonderful musical about a family caught in the Japanese internment during WW2.

A Poem Again

              THE NATURE OF TIME

Time lives in the dream a lonely person takes to bed,

sits on the twisted finger behind my crochet hook,

grows on the stairs and in the doorways of museums after dark.

Time beckons school children, pregnant women,

and certain Christians.

Time walks to weddings, visits wars, dances at funerals,

shuns no one, deceives many, never sleeps.

Time smiles on mushrooms, prays for trees, punishes fire.

Time looks in the mirror and knows where I am.

Time is a colorless rainbow carving the darkness of space.

                        ******

Add a Sprout

Chloe

Comme Les Fauves

Love this class!

Acrylic 14"x18"

Remember Jazz?

Gouache painting

The Elder Rapunzel

(someday I will illustrate this)


The golden ladder of my hair,
once enough for several princes,
is brittle now and curls around my chair
before the fire like tired smoke.

My cottage hugs the ground,
a grateful, shipwrecked sailor.
Windowless, I live alone
and have outlived my jailer.

The tower I graced is rubble now,
The sons I bore took root afar.
Once I kept a talking bird;
I have a spider in a jar.

The sunlit beacon of my hair
has dimmed to winter moon,
brittle now around my chair
before the fire, like tired smoke.

Just Ducky

New Direction - Fauvism

Jeez Louise

Flambay

I'm taking another Athenaeum class with Cathy Grawin: Paint Like the Fauves.  Wonderful fun!  First class last night was Still Life but I still don't like it  much so I took the 'path less painted'.  Next week: Seascapes - Yes!

in La Jolla yesterday...

...a sketch

Aquarium Visit Today...

...so I dug these out of the watery artchives;

Some Random Sketches

My profile says I am a poet.  This is true.  So I fished this out of 1974 for those who remember him:

YUMMY

Paul Newman is the spirit of a torpedo sandwich,

“Sometimes a Great Notion”.

He oozes Coors, he speaks souptese

and makes the proper impression

on my sanctuary.

A wax paper smile

wraps it uptight

and I am safe again.

(His teeth are calories

to polish up the meal)

And how must

Joanne Woodward feel?

   

 Addendum: Paul died in 2008

Yet Another Sprout

Jenna

Sprouts 

Anthrobotany

Tongue sticking out

Yawning

Bedhead

Pieces of Cool from Oahu

swim here

fish here

sail here