Showing posts with label black and white. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black and white. Show all posts

Thursday, March 6, 2014

our lady of foreseeable risk


everything is new around here.
new life. new color. new adventures.
found confidence. renewed joy.

it starts off with feelings
of being overwhelmed,
fear, inadequacy, so little sleep.
then, bit by bit,
you do the work
and find that love sustains you.
you stop sweating the little things,
you lean in
to the built in moments of just being...
you grow into your true self,
without even noticing,
now that your focus is outside yourself.

welcome to motherhood.








"once we believe in ourselves 
we can risk curiosity,
wonder, spontaneous delight,
or any experience
that reveals the human spirit."
- e. e. cummings

"our lady of foreseeable risk"  30"x40" mixed media on canvas


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

outside inside


the view from my studio window
granted, from two weeks ago.
yet this has been the look,
the mood,
the tone,
the feel,
the temperature.
and here it is reflected in my work
(which there hasn't been a lot of
since shaking off hibernation
takes its toll)

ask seek knock. detail

ask seek knock
 what there has been a lot of:
freshly squeezed orange juice
(substitute for sunshine)
long walks,
meals with dear friends,
learning to listen
to the madium,
to the process,
to the little voice within,
to my body,
to the little person within.

and finally,
a new painting
bursting 
with yearning for spring.

yielding to grace

Monday, September 17, 2012

black & white favorites of art prize 2012

"it's not my fault"   andrew hawkes

"it's not my fault"   andrew hawkes

"motivation"  anne gates

"motivation"  anne gates

"eutopia"   julie friedman

"release"   scout dunbar

"chiaroscuro"   virginia kistler
check out more artprize 2012 entries here.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

our dream was our destiny

our lady of no fears
"we plan our lives according to a dream
that came to us in our childhood,
and we find that life alters our plans.
and yet, at the end, from a rare height,
 we also see that our dream was our fate.
 it's just that providence had other ideas
 as to how we would get there.
destiny plans a different route,
or turns the dream around, as if
 it were a riddle, and fulfills 
the dream in ways 
we couldn't have expected." 
-ben okri
 


in the shadows


it is fitting that this week i would be musing
on how i got here.
the week of my first solo gallery show
(opening at luxe 218 in indianapolis -
including these new pieces)
the week i turn 30.
blessings abound.
i get to do what i love.
i get to do what i've dreamed of as a child.
what i feel in my bones i am meant to be doing.
and i have the support of those that matter the most.
it hasn't always been like this.

from the child never parted
with her notebook and pen,
processing all the beauty and pain
ever and always on paper,
 who would tell her teachers (never her parents)
she wanted to be a writer who paints.
to doing the thing that is required
and expected
in preparing for real life.
to the move across continents,
architecture school,
years of working alone in a basement
on projects that were never to be built.
to unemployment, dabbling in this or that,
confusion.
a dream reignited. encouragement.

 and here i am,
sweat, blood, tears, and lots of glue,
living my destiny dream.
grateful.

what did you dream of as a child?
are you finding your way to that dream?
where does destiny have you today?

in a name



Friday, June 22, 2012

what is left and how to move forward


well, the wedding came and went,
beautiful as it could be,
hectic, joyful.
and so the guests,
leaving behind
acute silence.
followed two days
of proper hibernation,
blacked out windows blocking
any trace of summer.
contentment, tea, pjs.

enter a wave of unwanted guests:
 confusion, dismay, paralyzing fear.
a slow season for the sale
of my works has me disheartened.
the bread and butter thing
looms, threatens... and
it seems i am unable to get side work.
stuck. 
balancing on the edge of screwed.


 but wait, my knight in shining armor
is here to kick my butt.
he tells me the work is good,
good enough to help us survive.
if only i poured myself into it.
no distractions, no excuses.
he is brave enough to tell the cutting truth.
i have not given it my all.
bare before his knowing eye,
i bleed and nod. 
(if nothing else, i know how to pick
a good lover)
 today, exactly four years since
vowing to,
he chooses patience, though it costs him anxiety,
he embraces me, flaws and all,
he helps me up on my horse
and hands me the sword...
he fights for and alongside me,
unafraid.



 oh, and all this stuff?
random piles of junk
i found strewn around the house
when the dust settled.
i believe something beautiful
can come of them.