whew! this one is a lot, a lot....it's beautiful but it's whole-heart-heavy first and foremost. but then, as all the most impactful steep processes go, it feels inspired, hopeful and connected...then came the healing, more and more each day (every fly by), by the 'there's no such thing as the real end'.
it's loss so jarring, so deep and so tragic, loss at it's devastating worst. it's the brightest of joy in a love-life glittered with all the best memories through all of the shared wonder years. it's love strings so strong they bust and break and then go on to mend in knots, on and on and on, stronger by every strand. it's roots so deep they permeate and secure all that is this life and all that comes after.
it's support for confusion, illness, sadness, trauma, then comfort, growth and perseverance. it's an "all in" celebration of life, love, humor, tenacity, and unwavering loyalty. it's appreciating, collecting and cherishing every.single.thing we hold dear and the vision - so clear, no moments, signs or connection is missed.
mostly, though, at it's hard fought happy, even when it's sad, ending...it's validation and "the knowing" that no matter how it all went, what the world and it's convictions will have you believe and what your own confused and broken heart tries to tell you on the darkest of all days, the promise and the truth is real.....yes, "they're so far but yet so near."
a tribute to one life i carry in my love heart forever. inspired by experience, love, and the influence of two masters of their own craft. thank you, jimmy buffet for being the perfect soundtrack for this party life and yann martel for speaking to the hard end like i never could. cheers to the mash up that is this, with love, my muse, jimmy's song and yann's poetry together in process and story.
in gratitude for all that was and will forever be, forever and ever. amen.
"even when god seemed to have abandoned me, he was watching. even when he seemed indifferent to my suffering, he was watching. and when i was beyond all hope of saving, he gave me rest. then he gave me a sign to continue my journey" yann martel
43"x25"
oil, acrylic, gold floss, beads, cotton blend, tulle with sequence
on a hand stretched canvas
inspired by jimmy buffet one particular harbor/yann martel life of pi
ARTPRIZE #80766
"i don't have to pretend she doesn't expect it from me...."
the story is coming
24"x30"
oil, acrylic mirror, cotton fiber strand, beads, plastic & fiber strand
on a manufacturer stretched canvas
sound track sarah mclachlan good enough
this one is interesting in so-many-ways. nothing i do ever fits very neatly in a box. no surprise there. i typically come spilling out everywhere, i’m proud for that. but this one not only can’t be boxed into a series, it’s got a big toe in two! a bridge between my “life songs” and “for the love of literature” series’ “the ones who circle round” is so perfectly both. with a level of depth in meaning, celebration and materials that surprises even me it was so much a hard fought love-love experience. technically, this piece was a bigger challenge than i have faced in a while. it was a lofty goal and i nailed it! rarely do things shake out as i expect them to at the sweet and naive beginning but this love story is one hundred percent true to it’s muse inspired origins. a brilliant combination of celebration for the book “the boy, the mole, the fox, and the horse”, the song “we shall be known” by mamuse and my dearest ones. it is layered in the kind of challenge, lesson, success and validation made possible only by the closest and strongest relationships. it’s a love letter to my village, far and near, near and far…it’s one and the same. i carry and honor them in my heart, always, and this is the promise that we are forever in this together. “we shall be known by the company we keep by the ones who circle round to tend these fires.”
30"x40"
oil, acrylic, ink, paper, beads, floss and wood
on a manufacturer stretched canvas
inspired by charlie mackesy the boy the mole the fox and the horse/ mamuse we shall be known
part of the series for the love of literature in flight i stand is an autobiography. it has been brewing for many long years and has come to be in it’s most perfect timing…as all things given space to grow into themselves do. there are over two decades of strong development represented here and too many personal layers to count. at the core, it is all about the greatness of good, versus, not-so-good and the freedom and will it took to find it. in flight i stand is a tribute to the mountain climb that, in the end, gave me to myself. it celebrates the permission and the confidence that finds one in self love and the hard fought battle it took to get there.
in technical focus, it is so perfectly and predictably me, pushing oil on a (hand stretched and prepped) 2x4 canvas. the flowers, made from recycled copper-coated scrap metal and wire, a nod with great respect and significance, to hard life long lived. the stems are cuts of jute, faux leather strap and strand.
the butterfly papers are actual page/s from one of my favorite novels “the stand” written by stephen king. each butterfly is made from a specific page, a page that highlights a favorite quote. each page/butterfly was stained with watercolor and ripped to size. the choice to use origami to create the butterflies was inspired by a friend, origami artist bea, and were a deliberate confrontation as they represent a historic challenge of their own. gratefully, in this happy ending, they are also a beautiful success. they alone were a demonstration of how far i’ve come, a testimonial to considerable growth within a venerable working space.
as my working process always goes, in flight i stand, was beautifully healing and a wonderful act of acceptance and celebration. it is rich in material, depth and texture in both lovely and hard emotional content and the physical material processes. it is strong but soft and firm but forgiving. it is every bit as full of grace in a spirited story as it is in it's visual softness.
art is an emotional experience for me, to say the least. this piece, in particular, demonstrates and speaks of the many layers of experience and reflection, the many stages and steps that found me safely in a good place. an epic journey pretty much sums it up….well that, and a “happily ever after”. i hope it is every bit as good to you as it has been to me.
24"x24"
oil, paper, watercolor, faux leather, jute and recycled metal
on a 2x4 hand stretched canvas
inspired by steven kings the stand
ka-tet was part of the artprize 2021 competition in grand rapids, michigan.
part of a series for the love of literature, "ka-tet" has been such a long time coming. based on one of my favorite literary journeys, "the dark tower series" written by stephen king, this piece is so personally and beautifully layered.
"ka-tet " was born out of the impossible loss of my mother, not due to covid but at the height of the covid pandemic. "ka-tet" unfolded beautifully in support of processing her rapidly declining health, especially when she was just a simple mile up the road, but still, a world away. the energy of this piece is strong and hard and loving and grateful and everlasting and gracious.
the tower is built from pages taken from my much loved, marked up and noted paper back copy of the "waste lands", book 3 of the series. the pages are stained with water color, graffitied in ink (by my 8 year old son) with favorite quotes from the literary masterpiece. the tower was then adhered and knotted to the canvas with faux leather holster straps. more favorite quotes are highlighted at different levels of the tower. the beloved and ever important rose is quilled using paper strips made from pages of the "waste lands", treated with oil pastel, then adhered and stitched to the canvas. the stem, a sanded stick, is also tied to the canvas.
ka-tet
series for the love of literature
24x48"
oil, paper, pastel, faux leather, and wood
manufacturer gallery stretched canvas
inspired by steven king dark tower series
from a new series titled love strings, "better than ever" is everything it promises. the energy is sweet but oh so strong. there are layers upon layers to the art and story, as all the best and hardest honesty goes. the guitar string butterfly, celebrating her long evolution, has finally made her way to a self-confident, hard fought freedom of flight....finally in full acceptance that still, there is no clear picture of what comes next.
a great love for long roads and callused fingers calls to me to only use tired and worn song strings for this series because that hard played and experience charged energy makes for a beautiful evolution and generous exchange. something always turns into something that always turns into something else.... especially, when the vision is right. this whole series is a celebration of that glorious and never ending up-cycle.
this piece celebrates the colorful conversations that wonder "where have you been"? as much as the validation in the statement "we're so glad you're here"! and the equally frightening and rewarding pry into "so what's next"? all at the same party, sometimes all in the same breath. it's a love of life at every stage, not just the few media worthy moments the world wants to acknowledge.
better than ever is a commitment to the long haul, the non-abridged version of you and all it took to grow you. giant leaps and baby steps, better than ever is every single move forward and back. it's an expectation of the life long responsibility to ourselves to stop and smell each flower... because they all matter. it says "i want to get to know you. all the parts of you because you are interesting and valuable, well worth the effort". above anything else it sees the adorable and contagious hope in the beginning, middle and straight through to the never-ever-ends!
better than ever
series love strings
12x24"
acrylic & guitar strings
manufacturer gallery stretched canvas
oh it's deep and rooted and wise. a faithful tribute to the book the alchemist, "you knew" is born to the series for the love of literature. a glance into the great and beautiful impact literature has on it's inspired reader.
bits and pieces of the treasured wisdom plucked from my marked up, notes in the margins, pages carefully saved and replanted into the midst of the color and chaos of my muse. it is an intense in color and texture celebration of truth and is, at it's core, all the hope and honesty that, when we dig deep enough, is found neatly tucked within ourselves. "you knew" is an affirmation of all the lessons of life that live within us, our ever important intuition and the promise that our next times are so much better for honoring them.
you knew
series for the love of literature
24x48"
oil, acrylic, ink, paper & floss
manufacturer gallery stretched canvas
inspired by paulo coelho the alchemist
the strongest of all love bonds and songs, literally, wrapped up in one simple and elegant expression. this is my heart sort of the very real challenge between the illusion of control and the need for balance. an internal struggle, which has found me in my most important and very best of all life rolls, parenthood. the conflict between protection and debilitating support, the ever growing showdown between connectedness and independence. walking the fine line with the beauty of best intentions.
"your harbor" found that sweet spot, the balance in the hope on the horizon and the fear of the storm. it is the gratitude in knowing that both await and the hard work and love has been growing the strength it takes to withstand and knowledge of when to retreat. the calm in trusting you've done your best and so will they.
based on the song harbor by vienna teng this dear sweet one is a heartfelt tribute to a parents great love, struggle and always evolving support. it's the gentle kindness that affirms something so simple, bright, and ever present in the comfort of a promise guiding you home.
your harbor
series life songs
24x24"
oil, acrylic, ink & fiber on canvas
hand stretched canvas
sountrack vienna teng harbor
here it is, the hope in the moment that finds you deflated, exhausted and scratching your head.
"what's wrong" is dedicated support for the deep feelers, the healers, the wonder-ers and the worriers. it acknowledges the balance is totally off, the energy volitile but all the while it's wise in knowing that there is something bigger and there are two side to every coin.
"what's wrong" knows something is sideways. it tirelessly works to identify the problem but stays focused on the solution. it is confident in it's inclusion, empathy, comfort, connection, efforts and mostly, love.
this was a piece in waiting, as many of them begin. long waiting, like years. the background was pushed, admired, loved and then it sat...waiting for the story to unfold. it had a preliminary title, as many do. it's hard enough to sit idle but completely unfair to wait with no identity, no name. "through the library window" was her title for many years. a geometric collection of a cool, calm energy and pallet. organized, energetic and inviting. there always seems to be a beautiful and fundamental "knowing" even when they don't find finish right away.
then, one day, I needed her and there she was. prepared for her purpose. i dug her out of the wait and began to put her together. in friendship and nature, expression and release, the sweetness deliberately doesn't quite capture the edge of the song verses...no, she was always a channel for the subtle and angelic sound of fergie in the chorus. the high notes. "when they go low....we go high".
education, investigation, collaboration are steadfast and clear pathways to solution. when "through the library window" evolved into "what's wrong" i was touched by the way she already knew, the way she stepped up to answer the challenge but sat in patience so long as i sorted through it myself. "if you tech a man to fish..."
education, truth, seeing and feeling the wisdom in your best wide openness...that growth leads to solution. the answer to the epic question "what's wrong" and it's countless solutions will be found in friendship (yellow rose flower) looking through the library window, through our wise eyes, together. appropriately, we start the mountain climb actually seeing and acknowledging everything painful and hard that is happening around us and asking ourselves "what's wrong with the world, mama"?
what's wrong
series life songs
24x24"
oil, ink, paper & twine
hand stretched canvas
soundtrack black eyed peas where is the love?
oh, love strings, no way i can create a series by that title and not include my favorite (love)song bird, lisa loeb." fools like me" is a "thank you very much" for lisa's song of the same title. this one is way too personal for the world wide web, for sure. this kind of share really comes over coffee but i'll give it a vanilla go...
i have lived my whole love life, in heart search of the one that i always knew, he was the heart hope i always carried. i could totally feel him out there...somewhere. i knew him so well but he was no one i had ever met, i knew that too. for better or worse, i have way about taking the long, hard road. life always allowed me that weighted opportunity to learn a thing or two.
long story short, we were connected long before we connected, all tangled up in the heap. it was only a matter of finding my way to myself, through the crowded, heavy and knotted mess...then allowing myself to become available to my beautiful and honest truth.
you know how they always say "the miracle was about to happen when you gave up", well, that is this. my version of "fools like me" is a testament to that truth. i found myself so dangerously close to hands in the air but my heart always knew better, "love was surely made for fools like me". and did it ever finally work out in the happiest of all endings, because then there was adam. "the sweetest kind of dream"...come true.
fools like me
series love strings
24x36"
oil, acrylic & guitar strings
manufacturer stretched gallery canvas
soundtrack lisa loeb fools like me
oh the awkwardness of good growth and the very real beauty in the hard reality that - you have to start somewhere. i, not so secretly, love it. the awkward everything. i learned long and hard to appreciate and love the very healthy growth waiting outside of my comfort zone. a tiny bud in the great expanse. it feels just like this looks, not quite right...because it isn't.
the music playing in the background of this piece is so awesomely and appropriately widespread panic's version of climb to safety. the subtle, littered with thorns, really tall and really narrow ladder of the stem...is so much what it feels like....at an impossibly hard beginning. just about halfway, after the sweet honeymoon, after you've fought off the mid way urge to quit, grace comes by the way of proof of growth among the sharpest thorns. then, just as you hit your safety, ready to bloom into the love and support that surrounds you, the uncomfortable truth of the beginning of belonging, the attention, right there front and center of it all, leaves you feeling so small you'll never possibly fit. except, you will.
she's finished but unfinished...so there is a sister. climb to safety is 'to be continued', there is another version on the easel as i type because.....you may not feel like you fit now but you do and oh is that growth glorious... and different... and it totally deserves a whole nother song. probably a whole lot different and a little bit the same, as sibling life sometimes goes.
let me be your ladder
series life songs
24x24"
oil, ink, paper & fiber
hand stretched canvas
soundtrack widespread panic climb to safety
cheers to the systematic approach. hands dirty, "get to work", appreciate the plan, the steps and show yourself you absolutely can and will. it's my dad's go to "you ain't gonna learn any younger". the follow through that always seems so huge, and completely out of reach, until you pull it apart and tackle the pieces. "inch by inch" is my gratitude in all it's magnificence, all the best learning i've ever done...well.
"inch by inch" is layered and cultivated with primitive sensibility, intrinsic knowledge, expression, technicality and collaboration. oh how i love a good trio. it's guarded, boxed, protected because there's always the hungry opportunist waiting to pounce and snatch. that gifted awareness.
"inch by inch" is a push for the procrastinator. it's a promise that if you take that first step, the second comes easier. it's chaos in the overwhelmed beginning, honed in and organized, until it all lines up in neat little rows by the bountiful and glorious end. it's an acceptance of the beauty of organic imperfection that evolves into appreciation and love for the unique, rough edges.
"inch by inch" is a life long lesson for me. it's my great affection for everything hard that has helped me find my soft. the clean, symmetrical, balanced energy is a prayer and "inch by inch, row by row" i come a little bit closer with every try.
inch by inch
series life songs
18x24"
acrylic, paper, muslin, cotton fabric & fiber
manufacturer gallery stretched canvas
soundtrack peter, paul & mary garden song
another from the series life songs. living river is "soooo deep, soooo wide".
peter gabriel was an instant favorite for me oh so so so many years ago. i could push a whole series dedicated to him and all that his words have supported me through. he is so poetic and speaks straight to my muse. when i hit play i'm flooded with process and if i'm studio working, release. "the washing of the water makes it all alright", indeed. to work a piece based on my experience and love for this song has been building momentum for quite some . "living river" art work by me lovingly based completely off the work and words from "washing of the water".
this is a sister piece to another in the same series titled "i can hear your voice". two very different soundtracks one very personal process and loss.
i have a great love (obsession is totally accurate) for text and paper. i am visual and like to see the words, run my fingers over the verses, give them all my focus and attention as i take in the wisdom and energy of the music and story, as it feeds my muse.
living river is big and bold, every bit as intense as the feelings that move through us in grief and love, accompanied by the fragility of the after life calm it carries. this is so perfectly represented here, in the treatment of the lyrics, words, the poem, the love and loss, the healing and every touching element that is expressed in this song.
living river
series life songs
24x24"
oil, fiber, ink & paper
hand stretched canvas
soundtrack peter gabriel washing of the water
part of the deep dive of a series, life songs , "i can hear your voice" is a perfectly literal nod to the dead fan favorite "ripple" and a distant sister to another piece in the series, "living river". there is a beautiful and touching story here, the eternal bond and the kindest of all validations through loss and connections....between mother and daughter and mother and son.
one of my many most valued gifts in this life has been my awareness and certainty in my connection to the universe, the gift of all of life and god. humanness, as one of many life experiences, is something i was born understanding as a period within a greater experience. there are stories of me reflecting on and referencing this connection at a very young age and it's something that i have, gratefully, always carried with me and felt on a very deep and profound level. i am very much an "old soul" but the love connection i have with this life is far bigger much deeper than that.
ripple, an all time favorite song of so many, speaks directly to this awareness for me. this life experience, and this piece in particular is a demonstration of my gratitude for all of it. every single layer. the times of question, confusion, validation, comfort and growth. i could go on forever but this is better served as a fireside chat than a website blurb. so i'll leave it with honest enthusiasm and a promise that "yes, i will hear your voice come through the music and i'll hold it near as if it were my own".
i can hear your voice
series life songs
24x24"
oil, ink, paper, floss & fiber
hand stretched canvas
sound track grateful dead ripple
an important part of the series for the love of literature , "always invited" is a tribute to the introduction, or rather, invitation into one of my favorite books of all time "where the sidewalk ends". this piece is full of love nods and depth of story.
this half painted canvas sat in waiting for quite some time, as many of them do. they often come in pieces and waves. the call to completion, for this in particular, was so loud and clear when it came. there was almost an urgency to it, like being late to an event. the end came as a need, the raw intrinsic drive to -finish what i started - was pretty intense for such sweetness. the yang. in honesty, there was a moment of cop out...before i accepted that i need a little help to get where i want to be. my partner in creative crime, my ever talented 9 year old son, lent me his writing hand and, as always, was my perfect grand finale that find me finished and totally satisfied in glorious team work.
there was a very physical feeling, a simultaneous release and charge that came with pushing the pins on this one. the affirmation that i'm done, i did it, we did it. i waited and waited and recognized and only then did we find ourselves here...where all is as it is meant to be. the listening and the action, in great harmony, in team, makes beautiful things and i do that....with the help of my love life and friends. the dreamers, wishers, liars, hope'rs, prayers, magic-bean-buyers, all the valued pretenders that sit by my fire....are always invited to spin.
always invited
24x30"
series for the love of literature
acrylic, ink, paper, colored pencil & an antique broach
manufacturer gallery stretched canvas
inspired by shel silverstein where the sidewalk ends