Tuesday, January 13, 2009

for theresa

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Friday, August 22, 2008

looking for peace


Wednesday, August 20, 2008

can't sleep

Sunday, August 17, 2008

please ignore the dark shadow in the middle of this piece

I had sold this piece at last year's Open Studio to two women, one of whom I saw today (yes, I did leave the house for a moment). 
She mentioned this painting and I remembered painting it.  I decided to post it even though the photo of it has a big shadow in the middle of it.  I will have to get  Mary Anne to show me how to fix it in Photoshop.  
I have done a little work this weekend and have a little, tiny, eensy bit of hope that I will be okay if I do the things I need to do.  Sorry if that sounds vague but I don't know you very well, do I?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

water logic

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

radical acceptance, thinkin' 'bout

Monday, August 11, 2008

positive intentions

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

another

one still life - lemon

Monday, July 21, 2008

a repeat


Thursday, July 17, 2008

Monday, July 7, 2008

Hyde Park ArtScene

I will be there in my  booth Saturday, July 19, from 4 - 9 pm. 
Please come.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

today

Emotion.  Words.
Waste.  No clear delight.
No light under my fingers.  The room, The
Walls, silent & deadly.  Not
Music


-Leroi Jones

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Note to self


Continuing to regularly post this paintings and drawings - sending my work out into the cyber ether - is a large part of my studio practice.  Right now, in fact, with this latest episode of depression I was not able to do anything other than my little sketchbooks.  
I started this blog (hate that word) - this Painter's Journal to move me into developing a more rigorous and conscious practice.  And I suppose it is in a very slow way.  Or maybe its the analysis, or maybe its the medicine, or maybe its the love of a good woman.  Who knows. I find myself thinking of what to post, what I will use for a title and, especially, I wonder, "does anyone look at this crap? If they do why don't they respond in some way? What the Fuck??'  
It feels lonely but important to me.  So I  continue.  By keeping this journal I am talking to myself, to the artist in me and I am saying, "Come on! You can do it! Keep working. Keep trying."




Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Analysis

Well, it does feel this way sometimes.

Less dead


The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white 
chickens.

  --William Carlos Williams


Struggling.  Of course, the fact that I can even say that is proof (to me) that I am somewhat better today. 

Saturday, June 21, 2008

For the first day of summer


Saturday post