Another week is passing...time unfolds and then is gone. Snow still flies in northeast: I am glad to be home, out of the elements and away from clerking at our gallery which was "slow".
Good to be looking at some of the work I have been working on these past fleeting days. The painting above (24x20 maybe) I removed from a local gallery because it appeared "unfinished " to me, so I revamped it and now it is much more to my sensibilities and it also makes me think of my father and his rock collector facet. Dad made me look at rocks and my art eye saw the art in them. Now my paintings speak to me of rocks, levels in the land, what lies beneath, buried and exposed. Dad, I am thinking of you.
This one a 12x12x1.5 square in its first evolution...just starting to be exposed.
Silk scarf segment, still levels of land. This view comes when the scarf is drying still pinned on the table. Earth colors, densely mixed, but companioned to white light.
Small 6x6, earth, rock, levels, and texture....second day of painting. Finished? Who can say.
And Mama, I am thinking of you today also. What are you trying to say to me when the words no longer form in your brain? I thank you again for giving me the encouragement to make art be my life: your support and your love have sustained me. The photos I took of you make my brother and sister sad but I feel you in them and they make me proud that you are my mother. I see you, Mama.
