Thursday, June 4, 2020

My Soul Hurts

My soul hurts,
my heart hurts.
This is a new low for me,
For America.
Two countries divided by Trump.
Divided by

In less three months 105,000 people have died
from Covid19 and Trump calls in the military
police to clear peaceful protesters with tear gas
and rubber bullets. My friends son from Harwich,
Tyler Nickerson, was one of them. He was arrested
that night. He had never been in a protest, was not
a political activist per se and had never been in jail.
He just felt he had to do SOMETHING!

Passionate, caring people of all ages and colors came
together for a peaceful protest, their right and get gassed
and shot at so Trump can stand in front of St. Johns's
church to have a photo opp of him holding " a bible ",
not even his bible ( which he probably doesn't even own )
He stood with his all white male cabinet and one young
white woman with a black military type jacket and not one
was wearing a mask.

more to follow...

Saturday, May 2, 2020

What is your zone?

I am the official artist in the family. It is hard to truly understand an artist
unless you are one. It's not like we are in some special club but we do experience something that is hard to explain. It is a zone; a place where everything falls away, where time is not time. The first
place I experienced it was in the darkroom. Minutes turned into hours and in the glow of the orange safelights time had no relevance. The darkroom is probably the penultimate when it comes to being
in the zone. For me painting comes in second. There are many ways people experience this feeling.
Anything that transports us to a place where we lose all sense of time; gardening, running, listening to
or playing music, reading, surfing, skiing. The list goes on. Imagine my delight when my sister in law
took a dog painting workshop and described how much she loved it and said " I really felt like I was in the zone!" What a thrill to hear those words. Welcome to my, not always, but sometimes, glorious world. What is your Zone?

Thursday, January 9, 2020

Colors of Baja, Mexico ( part 1 )

On this grey, dismal Cape Cod day I yearn for the warmth of Baja, Mexico. 
Images flash through my mind like a Kodachrome slide show. The colors are
saturated and rich. Earthy reds, browns and grays of the arid landscape contrast
with the brilliant green palm trees, the sage colored cactus and bushes
speckled with color that sprouts from wildflowers.

When you look at the soil; so dry, cracked and unforgiving it's hard to believe 
that anything can grow there.Yet lemons, oranges, limes, kiwi, coconut and avocados
thrive . We saw fields of deep green basil in earth that had been irrigated and 
enriched. The aroma was intoxicating.  And eggs.... eggs are everywhere. Every
roadside stand, every market big and small , every gas station. Where there are eggs
there are chickens. The first gallery we stopped in had the most 
stunning rooster wandering around. Giselle, an artist who sells her jewelry in the 
gallery said he was supposed to stay outside but "she's spoiled him" Viva Todos