Love Poem

Why yes this is a love poem, and no you do not need words. Love gives rise to more love is the thought. I was given messages in a dream and this is the start of a new story. I open  like a book , one that has been read over and over and the cover is gone...


It is about connection, inspiration and surrender. This is where beauty is held. A huge wave.




  The second image below is called rush. It is raw with such open heart. I do not want to say more. 

Night and Reason, moved.

I had made a painting quite some time ago called " Night Moves Reason". It sold right away and i later made a few small ones and posters. This new piece entitled "Night and Reason, moved" is very different indeed. By changing the order of the words( that somehow take your breath away,) i have made a new story. Let's just say it is the moments of memory in a fairytale mind shifting.

When i made this painting i was open and vulnerable. I paint on the floor on my knees. It is like i am gardening (which i really do not do). If you could see this painting in person, there are layers and markings of energy.

alpha dog

I am not a dog owner but i like to carry dog biscuits in my glove compartment, just in case. For that matter how many of us keep gloves in the glove compartment? Well i do. This is a cross of all dogs, wolf, coyote, you name it. I wanted to capture loyalty and intent. Somehow it did that by over extending the snout and that made me smile. The season has changed i think and this is exactly how i feel lately , on hyper alert. Things are growing, lots of opportunities and our little city is over flowing with change. I think I am over flowing with change too. Just so you know, i am really a cat person, the dog biscuits confuse folk
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The Risk to BLOOM

It is about springing! The painting shown is a portion of a large painting. The risk to bloom is an image I am passionately exploring, in art and spirit. Really all my paintings are in code for something deeper at work.  If you would like to see the painting, there is a painting tab above. Also it will be hanging at my new show in the Fine Line Bistro at the end of April.
Other great news is that I will be painting a mural in the city of Ithaca, stay tuned. Please look for my cartoons in the next issue of Fresh Dirt Magazine. There is a new show hanging in Manndible Cafe at Cornell. How do we know for sure it is spring? The farmers Market opens the first Saturday in April-look for me there as well as in Ithacamade. Yes there is always the possibility of visiting at my studio of course. Lastly I plan to have a show of my illustrations for a book in process. It will be a launch of a dream I've had, so a big festive party is in order! I know I will close down Cliff Street for it. Oh sorry, I got carried away. Do not worry though, you are personally invited.

inspired

i have been inspired, but mostly in my head, avoiding my studio. just sketching and thinking of ideas, meeting the clouds of winter. this painting is a lid for a cabinet which the lines are burned in the wood. the image continues around the sides. it's what my soul needed, capturing. sometimes i feel like i am hibernating or what i might call introspective. i am in the midst of reinventing my creative energy. which way will it go? meanwhile i have many new coded images that are my journals and love being in my home. the other day i looked around and laughed because it is so obvious i am in my home, surrounded by my makings and paint paint paint.

soul wire

 i like this because it is DEEP visual poetry, the title  is "when soul called."what if every moment in the day you were listening to your soul , like sweet piano music. i heard my soul the other day when i made creamy vegan cauliflower coconut soup. next time, i will also put on some piano music. in these cloudful days of january it 's important to find light.

 i was moved to the point that i lost my breath and quickly closed the book upon reading these words by marianne williamson- Think of your work life, therefore, not as separate from your spiritual life but as central to your spiritual life. Whatever your business, it is your ministry.

tears broke

Today i went to a funeral. She planned it herself. She even had her sister give us her parting words of advice. There we all were, connected. Luckily before i went i tended to my garden and wore lots of jewelry, because i thought it would help. Tears broke today of the shear beauty. I wondered the difference of sorrow and joy. Today they were mixed into one.
I call this painting "spirit," it seems to be perfect for today. It's good to touch the earth and gaze up at the sky, and hold those you love.

Oh my it was such a beautiful day, below the surface.