Today it is warm and sunny. Lovely and gorgeous to the senses. A shimmering green carpet of grass has been unrolled from my patio to where the trees begin below. The trees fill the valley like mounds of lush green pompoms all the way across the floor to the blue mountains which trap them in and keep them from spreading any further. They would, you know. Like the little puffs from a cottonwood in wet spring; roll on the air, float up and out, tickling noses as they pass, onward and outward to that place where they can settle. Sink into the loamy earth. Become something bigger. Become more. Become.
I imagine that is me now. A fuzzy, fragile cottonwood seed floating at the whim of the wind, aiming with no rudder. Hoping my progress on the current will be enough to get me to where I want to go. To bring me to that perfect place of protection where I can make my stand. Where I will reach the deep blue of the sky. Hold it in my hand.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
The Real First Day
Life and time. Are they separate things or just reflections of one upon the other like two mirrors placed face to face, echoing on into eternity whatever stumbles into the space between? I wonder.
Today is an exciting day where I live. I took my morning cup of coffee, opened the sliding door to my patio and was hit with the unmistakable gleeful noise of a far away mass of elementary-age children letting it all out; letting the joy and excitement in their hearts ring out high into the air. They are two miles from my hilltop home. I can't see them with my eyes, and yet the thrill and elation in their hearts is being carried high up to my ears. You see, today is the last day of school before their summer break begins. There is no other day like this.
I can see the reflection of my life and time. I imagine just what the children might be doing down there where I can't see them, can only hear their happiness. I imagine them jumping as far and as fast as they can, bouncing along the trimmed green grass with scratchy potato sacks pulled high up to their little armpits as their friends stand all along the sidelines and scream them on to victory, peels of laughter bubbling into the sky as they fall and tumble over each other instead. I picture them running with their messy-hair heads tilted back and shiny metal spoons stuck for a fleeting moment to their child-shaped noses...more cheers and screams and jubilant laughter as the spoons inevitably tumble to the grass. And now, they must be trying through their hysterical wonderful laughter to "walk" on those skinny, pasty, little arms from one line on the grass aaaaaaaaaall the way to the other as one of their pint-sized comrades holds their feet in the air as if they are a human wheelbarrow. I want to yell to them, "Stiffen up! Don't fall over! Don't let both arms bend at once!" Many grass sandwiches will be tasted today!
The last day of school is the very best day. It's set up that way. And this morning, as I sit on my patio facing the most wonderful view of my city, I hear the sounds of the children's joy and I peer back and forth between my life and my time and I am once again filled with all the excitement of the last day of school and the real first day of summer.
Today is an exciting day where I live. I took my morning cup of coffee, opened the sliding door to my patio and was hit with the unmistakable gleeful noise of a far away mass of elementary-age children letting it all out; letting the joy and excitement in their hearts ring out high into the air. They are two miles from my hilltop home. I can't see them with my eyes, and yet the thrill and elation in their hearts is being carried high up to my ears. You see, today is the last day of school before their summer break begins. There is no other day like this.
I can see the reflection of my life and time. I imagine just what the children might be doing down there where I can't see them, can only hear their happiness. I imagine them jumping as far and as fast as they can, bouncing along the trimmed green grass with scratchy potato sacks pulled high up to their little armpits as their friends stand all along the sidelines and scream them on to victory, peels of laughter bubbling into the sky as they fall and tumble over each other instead. I picture them running with their messy-hair heads tilted back and shiny metal spoons stuck for a fleeting moment to their child-shaped noses...more cheers and screams and jubilant laughter as the spoons inevitably tumble to the grass. And now, they must be trying through their hysterical wonderful laughter to "walk" on those skinny, pasty, little arms from one line on the grass aaaaaaaaaall the way to the other as one of their pint-sized comrades holds their feet in the air as if they are a human wheelbarrow. I want to yell to them, "Stiffen up! Don't fall over! Don't let both arms bend at once!" Many grass sandwiches will be tasted today!
The last day of school is the very best day. It's set up that way. And this morning, as I sit on my patio facing the most wonderful view of my city, I hear the sounds of the children's joy and I peer back and forth between my life and my time and I am once again filled with all the excitement of the last day of school and the real first day of summer.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Girling Up
I've mostly been busy "girling up" my new house since my husband is only coming home from Eastern Montana/North Dakota every six weeks or so. I haven't been out buying new things, but trying to work with the relics of my past life, if you will. I'm dragging old things out of boxes and bins and scattering them, fluffing them (not always an easy task with a smashed pillow), pinning them up on my blank white renter's walls. I'm remembering the me I used to be in all this mess, and mixing the new me in. A sprinkle and a dash at a time...it feels good. Somehow all this old, suddenly feels new. I guess they call that HOPE. Hello, Hope. Nice to see you again.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Sweet Little History
I hope Valentine's Day was SWEET for you
Nya and I made our first ever batch of cookies together, in honor of lOvE, of course! I absolutely love super-soft iced sugar cookies, especially heart shaped ones with just the right amount of flower and heart shaped sprinkles on top! Nya has decided she loves them even more than I do! Ah, to be 2 years old and tasting your first cookie! Valentine's day bliss of another kind!
Up a little hill
I wanted to drop in and give you a peek at what I'm working on this week. I am starting on some pieces that are a bit bigger(still only 6"w x 4"h on this little dragonfly number)than my most recent work. I am at the point with this particular canvas that I seem to reach with every piece I make. I have been on a fast and furious creative roll, with ideas coming in as quickly as I can apply them, and then, all of a sudden...urrrrch! The breaks are slammed, and I just keep staring, trying things, taking them off...staring, trying things, taking them off...you get the idea! So, I thought this would be the perfect time to check in and say, "Hello!" to you.
Maybe you have some creative insight that can push me over this little hill? "Weeeeeeeeeeee!" I'd love to hear from you.
Sometimes you just need a rest...
I usually take this time to leave my work alone for awhile and check out other things. A fresh perspective is like good, rich garden soil. Great ideas won't grow without it.
Gustav
So, maybe I'll check out the new e-book my husband suggested I get myself for Valentine's Day...lol! He heard about it on NPR. It's called The Lady in Gold and is about Vienna, Austria's greatest painter, (also, my favorite one)Gustav Klimt, and the subject of what many consider his masterpiece, the very famous portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer, an extra-ordinary member of Vienna's late 1800's early 1900's Jewish elite. So far, it is a captivating, history-filled read with lots of wonderful old photographs. My great Grandmother, Therese, was Austrian, so it feels very nostalgic and magical to me...Thanks for the perfect Valentine's Day gift, Jason! Red roses and gooey chocolates just aren't for me.
I'll let you know what I come up with on my painting. I almost forgot to mention, this is the part where the mAgIC happens...Be well, thanks for reading, and God bless you.
Nya and I made our first ever batch of cookies together, in honor of lOvE, of course! I absolutely love super-soft iced sugar cookies, especially heart shaped ones with just the right amount of flower and heart shaped sprinkles on top! Nya has decided she loves them even more than I do! Ah, to be 2 years old and tasting your first cookie! Valentine's day bliss of another kind!
Up a little hill
I wanted to drop in and give you a peek at what I'm working on this week. I am starting on some pieces that are a bit bigger(still only 6"w x 4"h on this little dragonfly number)than my most recent work. I am at the point with this particular canvas that I seem to reach with every piece I make. I have been on a fast and furious creative roll, with ideas coming in as quickly as I can apply them, and then, all of a sudden...urrrrch! The breaks are slammed, and I just keep staring, trying things, taking them off...staring, trying things, taking them off...you get the idea! So, I thought this would be the perfect time to check in and say, "Hello!" to you.
Maybe you have some creative insight that can push me over this little hill? "Weeeeeeeeeeee!" I'd love to hear from you.
Sometimes you just need a rest...
I usually take this time to leave my work alone for awhile and check out other things. A fresh perspective is like good, rich garden soil. Great ideas won't grow without it.
Gustav
So, maybe I'll check out the new e-book my husband suggested I get myself for Valentine's Day...lol! He heard about it on NPR. It's called The Lady in Gold and is about Vienna, Austria's greatest painter, (also, my favorite one)Gustav Klimt, and the subject of what many consider his masterpiece, the very famous portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer, an extra-ordinary member of Vienna's late 1800's early 1900's Jewish elite. So far, it is a captivating, history-filled read with lots of wonderful old photographs. My great Grandmother, Therese, was Austrian, so it feels very nostalgic and magical to me...Thanks for the perfect Valentine's Day gift, Jason! Red roses and gooey chocolates just aren't for me.
I'll let you know what I come up with on my painting. I almost forgot to mention, this is the part where the mAgIC happens...Be well, thanks for reading, and God bless you.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Welcome to My Life!
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| My 2-year-old daughter, Nya's, favorite brand of toy-let paper is VERY squeezed Charmin. |
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| Here is Tucker's 2nd half streaking into position, hence, the blur. |
When I am not chasing the daughter, getting tripped up by the dog or the 18 pound cat (alas, Allister is also skilled as a psychic), I sit in my dining room-turned-art-mecca, and paint, paste, twist, draw, tear, ink, tie, cut, wrap, file, drip, wax, scratch, stamp, bend, melt, squeeze, pound...you get the drift! I manipulate a wide array of found objects, both free and purchased, and amazing top quality art supplies into lovely and interesting little art pieces. Here is one of my more traditional pieces just in time for Valentine's Day:
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| Valentine's Day lovely lovey love-inspired mixed media original, titled, For Always. |
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