Thursday, November 26, 2015

What seems to be my annual poem

RUNNING TODAY  
With the wind on my back
With the heat on my feet
I thought of today
I thought of yesterday
I thought of everyday
Where I loved and lived
Where I gave a part of me
    to that day and got a part
    of another so we could
    turn and give all of those things
    we gathered
    inside
To create another today
yesterday
and everyday
of loving and living
Where every breath is fresh
And feeds our lungs and souls
With the freshness and joy
That our history provides 
To heal our hurts and confirm the comforts
That puts the wind in our sails
And the heat in our hearts TO LIVE.  

(November 26, 2015, start time 12:36, finish time, 12:41)  

It's Thanksgiving today.  It was my birthday on Tuesday.  It was a nostalgic day - which was for all I can remember, a new way to feel on a birthday.  Life uniquities.  
I can't say I was thinking exactly the above while I was running this morning - but I suppose my subconscious was because it's what came out on the paper.  
Now...back to drawing.  


Friday, September 18, 2015

SUNDOWN


It's like there is this totalitarian reign on the sun making minds transition into thankfulness, awe, quietness, etcetera; each and every day.  When does a sunset ever not bring a good thought into your mind?  Even if it is on a bad day, or a day you don't want to see end, I have yet to think of one that made me quickly close the window, turn my head, shut my eyes, or wish it was something I had never seen.

I put together some of the things that when I drive, often have me pull over on the side of the road to either snap a picture, or just sit and look at.  Trees, mountains, and sunsets.  I know that list is longer, but I settled on those three things for this drawing.  I wanted a contrast of warmth and stillness.  The tree with no leaves, that still stands....says something.  The sunset is an imaginary one made up of a rainbow of color, and I see the reflection off of the mountain being the summary of it all.  The glow at the end of the day that warms everything around, inside out.  

I have always wanted to get a sunset drawn out - so I'm glad to have done this.  

Friday, August 28, 2015

RESTORATION and thoughts


This past year has been a year of A LOT.  Short version.
Long-short version:  I set my time, thoughts, and focus on the story of my life.  What is it?  Where is it steering me?  Am I the person I want to be?  Is my life what I want it to be?  I wouldn't complain about it because it didn't feel right to do so, but I knew it wasn't what I wanted.  I had successfully added a lot of really great things into my life (that I wouldn't take back or change), that were essentially distracting me from areas that lacked fulfillment.  And after years of doing that, I realized I wasn't happy with just that and my life was out of balance.  So - where did I start?  I chose a path, committed my time and money to that path, and worked super super hard to stay the path.  I've enjoyed the last year and everything I have learned, the people I have met, and the me I have allowed myself to be (again).

So what's this have to do with art?  Well - for one, I haven't done that much in the past year.  But, I'm feeling the space and spirit return to my mind so I'm back at it.  I have been lugging around this box filled with  shattered car window(s) for a long time - adding to it when I randomly see more glass on a side street.  I had a vision of how I wanted to use it, then as a lot of my projects go...it didn't go as planned, so I just worked with it.  I think I spent a good 4 hours gluing glass the first day I really worked on this.  Time flies when you're gluing glass folks!  At least for me.  Ah - the satisfaction of the tedious tasks that I get.  I started listening to myself as I was putting this puzzle of glass together.  I found myself talking to the glass - encouraging it to play nice, get along, and fit together so we all stay happy.  I would compliment it when it went together easily, and I thanked it for not cutting my fingers.  Ridiculous, I know.  But it's the truth.

Which is where the restorative things comes in.  It's what I've been doing with myself this past year.  I have been scooping up these parts of my life that have been busted up and dispersed to be found in random areas, all brought back together to create something whole again.  I'm like these cars that lost their windows; sometimes it's great to have the wind blowing thru your hair - exhilarating at times.  But then when it rains, it may not be as enjoyable.  I think I had learned to just enjoy life with my windows gone.  Rain sun or shine.  Or at least convince myself that I was enjoying the breeze and dampness.  I finally acknowledged the windburn and decided on an upgrade.  I have had to learn to be kind to myself, encourage myself, and compliment myself.  Some of the hardest work in my life.  Perhaps some of you can relate?  And if so - what are some things that you do that put you in that frame of mind where you feel restorative, empowering, and like you are contributing to a greater good?  I thank all the random things and people that steered me into the path of my artwork.  I have a great peace and joy for every contribution.  If I can learn to apply a similar view to all areas of my life - I think I may have something good there.  No doubt.

One of the most powerful things I've heard over the past year, is "If you are going to blame someone for all the bad they have done, you must also blame them for all the good." ..Tony Robbins.  Think about it.  Apply it to others.  Apply it to yourself.

Monday, June 15, 2015

...THE LONG DAY CLOSES

What happens in a long day?  Probably a little different answer there considering the audience variation.  But - I would imagine that there are many layers to a long day.  Layers of emotion, activity, sound, thought, etc... 
This particular piece is for a CD of Chorale music at a University - entitled "The Long Day Closes" which is a compilation of recordings of the choir over a couple of years.  People coming and going with graduating or transferring.  Four parts are shown here, by color.  Bass, Tenor, Alto, Soprano - in the forefront creating the main story.  Then behind what you initially hear - there is a stream of consciousness that, or the river that runs through it; that holds things together - which could be seen as the director.  Something about the individual levels of sound, in combination with the director - we then have what surrounds us.  The excitement, the whimsy, the mellow, the gentle, the quite, the busy, the fast, the slow.  Undertones and components of what creates our day.  Our Long Day...that eventually comes to a close.  This also makes me think of the lyrics of Edelweiss from Sound of Music - "bloom and grow forever..."  That's our lives and the way we live.  I hear so much in music, that I feel LIFE in music - in every long day - forever.  Music is eternal in our reminiscent souls - as is what I expect this collection of chorale recording is to those whose blessed voices created it.  
Thank you James for the opportunity to create!  

SOLD  


Wednesday, May 27, 2015

WE THREE


Three Sisters, one pie shop, creating a place to go and walk out with a box of goodness to share.  When I think about pie, I think about the smell, the warmth, the layers of crust, the flavor, and the occasions that pie normally gets consumed in.  That's what I was capturing here.  All of these senses coming together.  And in this case, by 3 sisters, the Pie Sisters to be exact.  Knowing one of the sisters, she approached me about doing something involving their shop.  One thing most of us know is family and food.  I love the energies captured here.  Families a lot of times are this mesh of really different but similar personalities, together creating the worlds we live in.  Which can be kind of wild.  Add some pie - and things calm down a little.  Wouldn't you say?  
Bless this mess, and carry on.  

SOLD
14" x 17"  

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

THE SPLENDOR

I had someone ask me to do a piece for her sister and her home - which includes her husband.  Or...for her sister and brother in law.  It may be just for her sister, but it will be for their home, which means the hubs will be in visual obligation of this Splendor.  She told me a little about who they were and gave me free reign.  Daunting to say the least.  Enthralling to a degree.  And Ultimately a blessing.  I wanted a duality to this, and to connect the two sources that filled the floors, walls and air of their occupied space.  A splendor in their home to bring light and remembrance of the finer things in life.

So.  The Splendor.  This is actually the second name I came to on this one.  Originally, it was Electric Youth.  That name stuck somewhere early in this, and didn't go away; until today.  Once I said the name out loud, explained it and had an external dialog, my youthful subconscious would not stop tapping.  Debbie Gibson, oh how I love you, but I also can't help but giggle and sense the smell of your perfume from Dillard's.  Nothing wrong in that, it was all good, I'd have the 80's happen no other way; however, this was about something else.  And today in Austin's awesome Fall, to some still summer, weather - Splendor took over my Electric Youth.  Like a splendor in the grass.  And good..now that we have moved on from Debbie Gibson to Natalie Wood and Warren Beatty, I can continue.  sheesh.

Splendor.  Think about it.  A great impressive beauty.  Something with great brightness or luster.  What is the splendor in your life?  What are the things that make you feel the beauty and luster?  That splendor may fade.   But no matter what, that remembrance is always there. Splendor.  As I looked at this intersect of color variation here, I saw it as the splendor in the grass.  That thing that is always there, the same as the others yet different.  Just as intergral as the other stories and parts, but the thing that makes it what it is.  A LITTLE DIFFERENT than the others.

And that my friends, is worth notice.  Eternal notice.  We can't forget those things that make something just a little different that makes it exactly what it is.  We all have a splendor in our soul, mind, heart, laughter, and words.  Don't forget to use our splendors, and to see the splendor in others.  Forever and always.  For we are here to leave a mark with the things we are given.  Let's make it splendiferous!  

Thursday, October 2, 2014

EMBERS



Visual embers as a product of theoretical embers - embers of change.  I assume that you are assuming I was in love, it ended, it hurt, and I grew.  Well, I'm sure it was a part of it.  I love to fall in love - with anything; people, places, music, food, books, weather, conversations...you get my drift.  Sometimes I get to keep loving those things, and sometimes I don't.  Circumstantially ending due to a varying list of things that just happen.  Just as that love happened.  Two things come together grow by what the other gave them, and the story goes on in so many ways.  In this page's story, the union stopped, and the embers of those moments float their little energies into the sky.  Love has no end, just a resting place.  (Go listen to White Buffalo, The Getaway if you like that last sentence).  I look at the blue lines in this and wonder what they were/are to me.  I think Highway.  I think a vein where our life flows through us.  I think the cool bits that sooth the tender fiery bits from a bit of love burn.  The rest of all that open space is the quietness.  Think what you may in the quiet.  Think nothing.  Remember.  Wish you could forget (or remember).  Cry if you must.  Laugh.  Feel your pulse raise then calm.  And with all the hope in my heart, I wish for us to appreciate our tenderness and those moments.  When my Dad saw the beginning of this (with just the 'heart' coming apart) his face changed and he gave me a hug.  I laughed and said, "Dad, I'm fine.  It's not what you think."  Or was it...?  

11" x 14"