11 July 2017

Cedar Cove

I created this Vintage Parlour Box for my Guest Artist Show at Whidbey Art Gallery in Langley during the month of July, 2017.  When I started the project, I wasn't quite sure where it would take me and how it would turn out.  I decided the best thing would be to tap into my emotions.  Anything coming from that place of unedited, authentic truth can't be wrong!  This particular piece is called "Cedar Cove," an ode to three beautiful cedar trees in the woods behind my property that were recently taken down to make way for two houses.  Progress?   Ugh. Here's the poem that accompanies the piece.

Cedar Cove

Every morning
for twelve and a half years,
cup of coffee in hand

I shuffled onto the back porch
rain or shine,
     in bare feet 
raised my gaze to the clouds
admiring the towering majesty
of your limbs

Most times quiet

Other times thrashing in the island current,
a mammoth, cone-shaped monolith
blacked in the night sky
blocking out the stars and moon
     at times
always steady, always there.

Witness to Marlboro tears
snapping rage and biting loneliness
to soul-searching, reawakening, 
moments of serenity and lightness of being,

always steady, always there.

Until this morning.

I awoke to the chainsaws
and I could not save you
because you were not mine to save.

I’m so sorry.

19 February 2017

Route 66

In these turbulent times, it's important to take care of ourselves.  It feels so good to be doing something creative and uplifting!!!  Here's a few shots from my Route 66 trip last fall. Click on photos for better resolution.

Route 66 
Route 66

Autumn Soup!

A few images from a photo shoot last fall at the Washington Arboretum.
Autumn Soup
Autumn Soup Autumn Soup

I absolutely love the ethereal, three-dimensional mood evoked by the multiple layers of leaves that settled at the bottom of the pond over the course of days and weeks. 

16 February 2017

Canary in a Coal Mine

canary in a coal mine

Last fall, wandering the Wupatki ruins north of Flagstaff at dusk, I came across this beautiful lone Monarch butterfly. It appeared to be basking in the late day sun, it's wings slowly opening and closing. One of them was torn. Who knows what her journey had been thus far, and where it would take her. 

I haven't seen a Monarch since I was a child.  I felt both blessed and melancholy, wondering if I'd ever see another ...