Time is a deterrent to painting. By the time I clear a space to work, get out and set up the paints and brushes and canvas and easel, decide what to paint, and then allow time for cleaning up and putting away – well, I need three hours to do a session of any value. … read more Painting with pieces of paper
Tag: 2015
The last harvest
I made stir-fry today with Thai holy basil fresh from the stalk. This is a treat I did not expect to be having in mid-November, even in Georgia. Here it is, November 11, and we still haven’t had a freeze or even a frost. I planted these herbs in early March, which means they have … read more The last harvest
Picasso said so
One of my mental blocks about art is that I am always trying to create a masterpiece. After all, Picasso said, Everything you can imagine is real. So if I can imagine a masterpiece, it is real already. I just have to paint it. So I come to the daily practice, reminding myself of another … read more Picasso said so
Nauseated from memory
When I was little, I’d get deathly carsick. As a kid I read constantly, and it was hard for me to put down the book. But I think it was good for me to have to look out the window instead of always at the pages of a book. Maybe it’s even why I became … read more Nauseated from memory
13 Rectangles: The Game
After viewing part of a video series on Foundations of Color, I picked up on the painting 13 Rectangles by Wassily Kandinsky where I left off. This time I tried playing with color groupings: And then I wondered about trying to do realistic scenes: And then I wrote out the rules for the game that I’m … read more 13 Rectangles: The Game
More broken glass
My piece from the first week of fused glass class was a square bowl, and it didn’t turn out well. The transparent purple and the neon blue look odd together when fused. The gold threads were completely lost. All the colors are distorted by the surface beneath them, unless the bowl is displayed on a white … read more More broken glass
Slivers of autumn light
There’s a light that comes in the fall, one that gathers up everything it touches with warmth and death. In this light even the simplest thing – a tiny crack in the wood of the porch railing – glows and pulses. I was out there this morning, camera in hand, keeping my promise to the day. Hypermacro … read more Slivers of autumn light
Day 97: Tired of words
Too many words. That’s the impression I have from reading a few chapters of a book I was working on in 1997-2004, “Difficult Places”. I felt literally sick reading it. So much effort to produce … a lot of words. Just two things today: Not that these two bits are so spectacular. One is an attempt … read more Day 97: Tired of words
Day 94: Seven days, seven books
As I’m nearing the 100-day mark, I figured it was time to get organized. I came up with seven categories of posts on this site, but each one is really the baseline (or maybe bass line) of a book. So I’m calling them Books. The left-hand column is where you can find this bookshelf on any page of the site … read more Day 94: Seven days, seven books
Day 91: Calling
My chiropractor is a compact, athletic guy who can adjust my neck and spine with the ease and speed of a hotel maid making up a bed. My limbs fall like sheets under his hands, and he tucks and straightens until I am aligned to the structure I was manufactured with. I appreciate anyone who does their job well; … read more Day 91: Calling