This blog is my portfolio of artwork, a journal about my process of making art...and the things that I have no words for...

Sunday, March 30, 2014

The Thaw and Fog

Suzanne's tree

the flood

the old horse barn

trees, ice, water

bare trees

the pines

Suzanne's Tree

twisting branches, my old friend...

Suzanne's tree

tangled tree

the corn field

the fog and flood
It's beautiful out there...soggy, still a lot of snow up here in the higher the thaw fog has been thick in the morning...

Saturday, March 01, 2014

A hard's the first day of March at last...

I'm recovering from the flu...I missed work Monday through Thursday, went in on Friday because I finally felt nearly human again and wasn't sneezing and hacking myself to death...and BONUS, I didn't have a fever for over 24 hours, so the worst was finally over. Dang.

I feel better, thanks for asking.

We had another visit from the Polar Vortex...I'll be glad when this winter is over with, it's been a difficult one to say the least... before I got sick, I did venture out to photograph the acre after the last big snowstorm, the snow being well past my knees has made it difficult to navigate...these are photos from 2/16/2014

It's been beautiful out there, but too cold to really enjoy a walk beyond to the mailbox and back, or to the bird feeder and back...

I'm laying low today, having a little bit of a snuggle fest with the Little Monster, he's settled down on the couch with me...he's becoming a better kitty, it's been a slow process, his life before us must've been such a horror for him to be such a...well, a monster. He is learning to be a good kitty a little at a time, it's been almost a year already. Patience.

Elizabeth 2/23/2014
While I've been sick, I've missed my daily trips to the barn to see my wee donkey and goats. I did get to see her yesterday and Wednesday, before that was's been reported to me that Elizabeth seems to pine when I'm not there, and can dish out a stink-eye when dissatisfied...she's always happy to see me...and I can't say enough how much I love this wee donkey.

Good news is, my new sketchbook for The Sketchbook Project (click to see previous post January 20th) is going on the full tour this year, that's very cool!

Sunday, February 16, 2014

New photographs...

Old Beam

The Knot

Autumn Leaves Found Last Spring

Old Paint

Dusty old window

shadows and light

Where they meet

Pallet Wood
This is a string of photographs taken on May 31, 2013...

Monday, January 20, 2014

Sketchbook Project 2014

It's that time of year again, The Sketchbook Project deadline has come and gone and I have parted with yet another sketchbook after hours of planning and hours of making...this year I melded my painting process with one of my's a bright yellow mini-tome, a bittersweet creation...yet, 
I had so much fun doing it! I really needed this burst of creativity during these cold months...

I dedicated this one for my one dog named Max...what can I say? I miss him...

I am vexed. It is all commonplace at first glance—
as it should be—
The sky is blue—
or gray, depending on the weather—
there is snow
now—grass will come later—
the bare bones of trees have
buds waiting to burst, but when I take a careful look
around—all is as it should be on the surface—but
I know better than that.

 There are other things beyond me—
outside of my realm—
out of my sphere of influence—
out of control.
I could wake up screaming some times,
but I don’t.
Screaming solves nothing.

 What will be—
will be. Indeed.
Where do I dare to look?
No blood.
There or there. No—wait—
wait for it—maybe?
Ah, no, I’m wrong.

It’s a photograph of trauma—
the latest life drama
right there on the front page—
right there on the television
and there on the latest gadget screen.
Where to look first?
Don’t blink.
Don’t look away.

 Dang, it’s another train wreck of yet
another individual
blowing their wad—
their existence—
constituted misery—
making a mess for others to clean up. 
So much loss happened long
before the aftermath.
Someone dropped the ball
between here and there.
Shit, they didn’t look both ways.
Don’t you know by now?

 Stop – Look—Listen
for the two sides of the story.
Don’t you see? Can’t you see?
Amend—make amends—
Adjust yourself—
in keeping with the situation.

 Running around putting out fires,
it’s all gone before you know it—
before you knew you had it.
Don’t blink

or you’ll miss it.
Just a moment—
a moment of being.
I wonder ‘how come’.
What the fuck, right?

Some days I feel like I’m running a
marathon while standing still.

The cold Winter wind that lingers on
the Spring equinox breath
is disheartening. My feet are chilled, but
I’ll get over it—it
being such a small thing.
There are worse things than cold feet.
Some are sure it’s just a phase we’re in—
The world is appalling to me—
these days
I am vexed
by it all. Tired. Dead dog tired
of the latest ‘it’ thing.
It is—it was—it will be—
It and the many things ‘it’ is—
or possibly
can be.

My head can just about pop off
my body from thinking—
listening to it all. Whose side are you on—
you chose.
Right or left—
wrong or right.
My country ‘tis of thee—
What happened to my sweet land of liberty?
Of thee I—
Of thee... See?
I can’t even sing the words—
my vexation runs deep.

 So I chose to laugh at the way things are—
shake my head
in wonder of it all. Disbelief—
how come—how now,
dear old brown cow.
I hope to be safe
here on my acre of the world—
my home sweet home—

 the one place I can call my own—
there are no guarantees of that either—
no matter what I do—
staying out of it while being in the middle of it all.
No wonder I’m so vexed.

I thought it would be interesting to add the definition of Vex, Vexed, and Vexation...
The Brooklyn Art Library informed me that they rec'd my little sketchbook, and will be scanning it for their digital library and eventually this little treasure will be traveling in the Northeast Tour for's such a neat little project to do once a year...I'm already looking forward to next year's project!