Monday, March 26, 2012


Images from the weekend.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Spring, and the guise of something special.

The early spring weather has lured me outside, and lately I have spent most
of my days enjoying this most exiting and precious time.

 I observe how others celebrate being alive and 
notice its effects are so very uplifting.


The red winged black bird, how you come back to your beloved wet lands
 each year, again and again.
You flit from branch to branch to get the best view
performing one hundred sun salutations and rejoice
in your gladness in being here. 


 Tail held high, the labrador, my sweet Baily, loves to feel the cool water
as she glides effortlessly across the pond.
 Feeling her limbs move in ways that she was bred to do,
she is at home in the water. 




  Shy and elusive, the Sand Hill Crane blends in with her surroundings, can you see?
There, look how beautiful! a red crown shines on its head!

Later, I carry these early spring colors with me and they show up
in a watercolor painting.

A woman pauses from her gathering and offers the
light of the sky in her eyes, 
and the warmth of remembrance
in her smile.




Are you someone that I used to know? someone I have yet to meet?
or are you The Blessed Mother come to me 
in  pencil and paint
in the guise of an ordinary person, a woman common and
overlooked but there, always there.



Tuesday, March 13, 2012

In among the Cat Tails

An earlier painting, revisited and now completed, shows a female figure
holding a bird among the rustling Cat Tails.



In my drawings and paintings of women and birds, the women almost
always represent humans reverence for nature and the bird symbolizes
this fragile connection. The original people of North America understood this and as this painting progressed, the woman began to take on this spirit.
 I could smell the wet lands where she stood and hear the call of distant blackbirds.


This painting will soon be available in my etsy shop.


As the wheel of the seasons turn, the earth is poised to release her 
embryos. In the absence of green and birdsong, now is the 
time to hone our senses and delight in the feeling of expectation.