To encourage the rain small frog shaped stones are buried at the lake. And as the rains fell a large puddle would form just outside our barn. First eggs, then tadpoles and just before the mud puddle was dry - Frogs! And so it went spring after spring when I was young. A gift of a beautiful piece of Varascite reminded me of those frogs. I tried to capture the connections between the cycle of the seasons and the cycle of life.
I have been thinking about how to begin this blog all day. How to release the energy? How to put into words what I see in color and form. It was this painting and all the emotions connected to it that kept spiraling around in my brain.
I have been fascinated with the spiral over the last few years. It has become the form that inhabits my work, subconscious and dreams. The connections of life, to people, to memory, to the earth, the sky, to our children and to our parents and grandparents spiraling down a shared strand of DNA. That is my inner world.
It is currently what I am painting about and how I am connecting in the community.
I would like to explore several things through this blog over the next months until December arrives.
My current project- I am collaborating with several artists, all women, which in the current political climate feels very relevant. We are fusing visual arts with performance, exhibition with installation through a shared community memory experience connecting us with our grandmother and mothers as we entered their lives and they left ours. Speaking from our DNA.
My current process - Which I like to say is painting like a crazy person, looking for patterns and connections. I am Seeking the Still Point Silence. I am listening to inner voices, searching for that perfect pure color, that exact line, the precise curve, stroke, movement of the brush.
I have intentionally abandon traditional methods to search for what is beyond the lights. I am following the Hummingbird, conversing with the Mockingbird.
And the journey has just begun...