a poem and a painting

At various stages of my painting’s evolution, different genres have suggested themselves- landscape, figurative, abstract, floral- and approaching resolution the painting, rather than having become one or the other, remains “all of the above.” The other day on Facebook I came upon an excerpt of a TS Eliot poem and as I read, I feltContinueContinue reading “a poem and a painting”

lo, how a rose

How touched I am this Christmas to be reminded of the beautiful German hymn, Es Ist Ein Ros Entsprungen.  I am in the midst of  my new work- roses that speak of the presence of love in the midst of darkness. The words of this song speak of how love remains tender and vulnerable evenContinueContinue reading “lo, how a rose”

a repetition of roses

I have taken as reference my own photos of roses and am hand transposing the shapes and contours onto large paper and working with ink. I have a love of repetition- perhaps it was having visited fabric stores with my mother and gazing at myriads of patterns. I look at what is emerging in theseContinueContinue reading “a repetition of roses”

learning to paint

It is wonderful that social media helps keep us in reach of our audience, but I admit to being somewhat torn about posting often; it seems contrary to the instinct of nesting, nurture and privacy that go along with developing a body of work. I am at the beginning of a new exploration – oneContinueContinue reading “learning to paint”

father’s work

Art by my father on Fathers Day. The ancient Chinese described war horses as dragons in disguise. I see that in this small piece of art I have from my father. He was a blacksmith. Horses, the sound of the hammer and anvil, the black coal and flames of the forge and the steam fromContinueContinue reading “father’s work”