Showing posts with label Keith Jarrett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keith Jarrett. Show all posts

Monday, March 26, 2012

I still like this one

After a long trip I have the opportunity to look at my previous paintings in a fresh and new way. My friends give me grief for being overly harsh in my judgments, but I think that distance plus time equals an open mind. Travel has allowed me to become detached from the feeling I sometimes have that I MUST to love my work and allows me the freedom to see them as if they weren't mine at all. I think you understand what I mean.

All of that to say: I still like this one.

It fits in with my recent sketchbook sensibility of the long road and could fold nicely into a new series of pieces I am contemplating about roads and where they lead.

Slowly but surely I have made my way through the transition of traveling to being home. I've done loads of laundry, filled my empty refrigerator and pantry with good food, and put away my art supplies. Today, I even painted!

Do you like Keith Jarrett? I do. And I still like this piece, too. Hope you do.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Feast

Low Tide Feast
8 x 13
mixed media on paper

Enjoy Keith Jarrett here.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Green

Refuge, St Paddy's Day
12 x 18, Strathmore watercolor paper


This morning the sun cast its milky light as the clouds from yesterday burned off in their slow way. It is always a special day for me when I get to be in the Refuge.

Great Horned Owl
Another birder helped me see this hidden Great Horned Owl, sleeping in the tree near his nest. He was very big, at least 20" tall and built like a barrel.


These immature Bald Eagles looked down from their high perch at the activity in the Refuge. No tawny heads, so I knew that they were not American Eagles, but Bald Eagles under 5 years old.

Things are turning green in the Refuge, and as I thought of St Patrick's Day today, I remembered my Irish friends and family. Thinking especially of my paternal grandmother, a Walsh from Ireland, and her playful attitude and impish grin. At 82 years, she was out on the lawn, taking Frisbee throwing lessons from my little sons, who were 7 and 5 at the time.

Even a bit of Irish blood is good, don't you think?