|graces & granite watercolor on Arches 16"x12"|
10 November 2011
15 October 2011
|Ticket Depot for the Shambhala Express|
|Dogs of the Desert #1.|
Or you may have seen.
Or things you might not have had an opportunity to see lately.
I found them in my stack of CDs while searching for a request and have put together a little exhibit for people who are new to the gallery and people who just want to see them.
As always, for larger view, right click on image to open in a new tab.
|One-hundred and twenty-eight Novembers|
|All things must pass|
27 August 2011
This goes back to 2008, the holidays, my visitors and I were exploring back roads and happened upon a so paintable scene, I'd passed this view often, but the presence of high-bouncing, familial DNA vibrations offered sudden new ways to look at known situations, places and truths. That's only one of the reasons we gravitate to one another, but possibly the most important one. The brakes were slammed on and everyone pulled out their digitals and started shooting, coat collars turned high, snapping in mittens. My product of that moment became known as Agave. Su wrote a poetry piece in a comment that so perfectly captured the essence of that image, it came back to me often, until one day this August, wandering back roads again, looking for paintabilities, I found the psychic partnership just waiting to be connected. Most amusing was the presence of an Indian Blanket, Gloriosa Rudica, a daisy subspecies. I heard her say: You ruined me last time. This time, let's do it right. She heard me say: If I had been a male, no problemo with the wheels, you know boys and cars ... but this time, I think you will be satisfied I am one of you.
16" x 12" watercolor inks and gouache on Arches
Aug | 11
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|I used to be shining and new ...|
Aug | 11
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27 July 2011
... because when you overdo it, which one day you surely will, you will never be satisfied with the content. That was the lesson of early July. It is a bummer to put aside many long hours of work for maybe ... well, maybe never again. And when you are not satisfied, and look at the lesson lying there on your drawing table waiting for you to acknowledge it, its best to go all the way back to the beginning, Open your soul as a vessel, which rebuilds confidence while narrowing the field to a field you feel most comfortable wandering through. A home in which your heart beats and breaths are in sync.
|Indian Blanket Rock Garden|
Right away, I moved on to more familiar territory. Much father down the mountain is a valley we call the Flatlands. Every spring, thousands of sheep and their lambs are pastured on the other side of the fencing shown. Other times the occasional herd of cattle lease the land. Most of them time it is fallow and it is old enough to have grown mature Sage and unattended wild oats, cheat grass and weeds, all of it indigenous to the Transmontane region: desert thousands of feet above sea level mixed with mountain forests, heavily sprinkled with old growth Oak carpeting the canyons, the foothills and the flanks until, high up, where the top meets sky, it is all Alpine. You'd need a helicopter to get up there.
Crows and Ravens circle slowly above the mountain tops, waiting on a thermal, floating noiselessly through the air and playing chase with each other. In this unnoticed and seemingly invisible location, they have a entire runway for smooth landings complete with happy hour perches. To stand beneath lifts of feather is to be a silent air flight controller, unnecessary of course, and awed with every perfect arrival and departure. I don't think those passengers in fast cars would be interested. We have a long way to go to help them to see and sense the forces of Nature and none of it is simple when so few care at all about the world in which we live together.
Fortunately, every day is another lesson.
A great day is a day with lots of lessons.
23 June 2011
|12" x 16" watercolor on Arches|
08 May 2011
As a side note, they are also the recent escapees, reformed now that they discovered in addition to fog and yellow fungus on bark, our dogs are Sheepdog-Border Collies disguised as unruly family pets.
This is a gift for Jah little yout, Zion, Jamaican American, age 4 months, his first art.
18 April 2011
Love is All
(see drawing above)
aka Copper & Gold
16" x 12" watercolor inks on Arches
Bitsy had another life before she met my brother and sister in law, they rescued her from a shelter. Bitsy is one lucky girl, especially with three kids to play with her when she isn't napping with her better, her rightful, loving Mother.
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30 January 2011
There are titles, but those are for my filing purposes, you will have better ones because you will see things differently, please feel free to suggest your own. I'd be very interested to hear your thoughts.
We'll see how many images I can get into a post without having to make another. The desired outcome is to have the images show up without taking all day for them to open. In most cases, you should be able to click on each individually to view a larger version by right clicking the image and selecting view link in new tab, I said most, not all. A small few of these images are higher resolution reposts. I'll be doing the same sorting and culling over the next few days and will put up the most interesting of whatever I find. Following this project, the plan is to present an upcoming exhibit on the Art of Others, a few favorite works from our artist community who thoughtfully keep me updated. Stay tuned.
|Work is never done, watercolor on Arches|
|Inca Spiral cropped detail from The Peruvians, washed watercolor on Arches|
|Allen's Female at the Outdoor Cafe|
|Cat Stevens Live|
|TV in Every Room|
|A Saw Zaw Kind of Love, watercolor on Arches|
|Happy California Cows, watercolor on Arches|
|Proud Marys workin' for the man ...|
|Goodbye to all that|
|Little Harbor, outside the capitol of Arawaka, watercolor batik on Arches|
|Babylon, What Else|