Possibilities I prefer movies.I prefer cats.I prefer the oaks along the Warta.I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.I prefer myself liking peopleto myself loving mankind.I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.I prefer the color green.I prefer not to maintainthat reason is to blame for everything.I prefer exceptions.I prefer to leave early.I prefer…
New unlikely places –
I’m still here, in this world of unlikely places. My plan for these new micro-paintings, was to stay in the abstract. To focus on colour and dynamic lines. But the thing with art, I have recently discovered, is that the maker is only partly in control, sometimes it feels like the object has a life…
Unlikely places –
Although mapping is a method of gathering, ordering and recording knowledge, all maps are to some extent the products of imagination. No map is ever the truly objective description of a place that it purports to be. Maps are designed as aids or guides for those undertaking journeys. There is an inherent narrative aspect to…
«Nature Loves To Hide»
my week in painting – visual brief In the beginning things look rather nice and tidy – but nice & tidy is no longer my goal After layer upon layer with collage and paint … and more paint … and all kinds of scribbling — the time comes to wrap it up. This is as…
Things to Think
Things to Think Think in ways you’ve never thought beforeIf the phone rings, think of it as carrying a messageLarger than anything you’ve ever heard,Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats. Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,Maybe wounded and deranged: or think that a mooseHas risen out of the lake, and…
Working with limitations
Working with limitations: 2 reds (pyrrole red + quinacridone) 1 yellow (hansa yellow light) 2 minutes (or maybe 5 …)
New marks
my week in painting – visual brief Playing with marks & colour; acrylic paint on gessoed paper
A brief note on living –
The Well of Grief David Whyte Those who will not slip beneaththe still surface on the well of grief, turning down through its black waterto the place we cannot breathe, will never know the source from which we drink,the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering, the small round coins,thrown by…
Reason to celebrate!
30 years ago this beautiful boy was born, and I became a mother.
