oil on canvas, 36″ x 36″, 2010


oil on canvas, 36″ x 36″, 2010

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“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
~Mary Oliver

Flowers in Bottles on a Red Tablecloth, oil on canvas, 24″ x 18″, June 2010.
Mari and I picked rapsberries, cherries (both sweet and pie), and currants in Cheshire. It was absolute unbridled ecstasy. And the pitting and baking that ensued ensued no less so. And then there was the eating…..ahhhh….no words will suffice to express the joy and satisfaction…..

Lupines at the End of the Day, 2010 Oil on Board, 10″ x 15″
Being a painter means getting to stare at something beautiful for hours—by the end of the painting, there is a relationship between us. We have both come to know each other in this incredibly sensuous way. And we are both a little altered by the experience. This is the best job.

The second refrigerator door is of this yellow orchid Jimmy gave me last year at this time. It is blooming again, and radiantly so!
This painting represents a good deal of learning over the week since completing “Chesed”. The stainless steel finish is exciting, and I’m learning to work WITH it— it changes the painting depending on who or what surrounds and confronts it, representing the electrons of the Uncertainty Principle. I learned that it was MUCH better to work with my beloved oils directly onto this surface. The challenge of yellow flower in yellow pot on yellow table represents the boundaries of gevurah, setting up the challenge in order to grow stronger. After all, anyone can paint a red flower in a clay pot on a white tablecloth and make it make sense. But to mix the yellows….to mix all the colors that are really making up that apparently yellow painting, well, that was fun. Gevurah’s associated color is red, but yellow is creativity.
To borrow a phrase from a favorite author, Kay Leigh Hagan, I often feel like “an orchid in the artic” living in New England, having come from sunny Colorado eleven years ago. My sustenance is remembering my Spanish, my sunshine and my 14,000 foot peaks….but learning to live at 1500 feet, take vitamin D, and love the colors of winter. Somehow in this exhile I thrive even though the conditions are not the ones I usually require for living.
My true friend and healer, John Hearst, has doing much healing energy work with me since my knee injury….this friendship and this work sustains and repairs me. I will have to find new ways to exercise, new ways to be strong, and what they will be I don’t have any clue right now.
Last night was the 12th day of the Omer, Hod shebe Gevurah, humility and splendor in strength.
Today I clean the studio, change the beds and clean up from the guests and the friends. I prepare for this week’s work.
Tonight we count the 13th day of the Omer, Yesod shebe Gevurah, Foundation in strength.


Today I called my family in Denver to wish them a Happy Easter. We had coffee with the NYTimes and sportsreporters and Ina…the Sunday morning slow start. Ahhhh…….
And then we finally pulled on some work clothes and got started.
We worked on our list of home chores, taking care of the live things first. Toilet scrubbing and floor washing and paying bills and writing thank yous and making donations, both in things to pass on and in the checks we could write now. We prepped for the week and cleaned the fish tank and the litter box and filled bird feeders and cleaned out the gardens, watered and fed the plants, finally making lists for things that can’t be done today and how much we’ll need to fix or do them later—all the little and big maintenance things that keep a home running.
Today we “counted” the chickadees starting their nest in the little house just outside our backdoor as they do every spring, and the forsythia’s first yellow blooms. We counted the garlics and crocuses and bits of herbs and bulbs that all made it through another winter. They survived and so did we. We tested the fish tank water and put out the bird baths.
And then we had a good salad for an early dinner and went to a movie at our arthouse theatre where we are members.
I love this feeling of participating in my life, of doing it together with Jon. Of making a home.
Foundation in lovingkindness. We do the best we can for all who reside here with us and around us.
30 may 09
Dear plantheads,
Millie’s white oleander bloomed a white flower!!!!!!! It’s so happy living in my southern exposure studio –I know most artists prefer the gentler, less changing light of the north to paint by, but I love my sunny studio and now the oleander keeps me company along with Frida (my skeleton and favorite model). It’s starting to sneak into some paintings.
Lin’s gardens proved to be beautiful and bountiful and due to her graciousness and generosity, both Cyndi and I left with much planting to do. My new weed strategy is one weed comes out , one plant goes in until there is no room left for the pinche weeds!!!!!! Oh, please let those white bleeding hearts thrive…Oh, Lin taught us about an evil non-native garlic plant with white flowers that if you see on the side of the road you must pull it immediately and murder it by suffocation in a dark plastic bag. I don’t –as a rule—advocate violence, but in this case we must all put on our Che Guevarra caps and do what must be done.
And TruLove Farm has also brought in sage and hollyhocks and basil and a tomato plant and chives and great karma and …..well, that farm is so awesome and so are it’s parents, Karen and Steve. If you live in this area, I hope you are hitting the farmers’ market on tuesdays and saturdays—you can meet them there and you can get the most beautiful food and plants.
Denise continues to bring me bricks and I continue to construct steps down to the back yard on that steep hill down which I keep falling. It is, I admit, a little dicey and you have to know exactly which bricks in the architecture can actually hold you without deconstructing the entire plane of that step or the entire monstrosity. Jon threatens to put a sign out telling people NOT to walk down it from fear of getting sued and he won’t put the garbage cans out anymore because he won’t step on them. Why doesn’t he just go to the side of it and walk down the old hill? Because I’ve turned it into a second kitchen garden! The mint and lemon balm and chives were complaining that their section of real estate was much too small. …Denise–I need more bricks, a lot more…..
Morning glory seeds are sprouting under the climbing thing.
I see that I have already planted everything in the wrong places in terms of height—will put that on next year’s list.
The seedling thing has me stumped. They are still so small. I have no idea which one is which now and I think they will be plants in about five years. Hosta, however, is growing like mad and it makes me feel so successful!!!! It also takes over the grass and weeks. The solomon’s seal is also really taking off as is the astilbe.
Am painting the chives and finishing the bleeding hearts currently and have already done the columbines. The lupine is on deck for this week along with anything else that blooms. I think the thing with those white bells on it are coming out.
Remember that everyone who has participated in this gardening thing is invited to our place on July 18 at 7pm . I’ll make snacks and you can bring what you want to drink. You can all give me a “grade” on how I’m doing and check in on the plants themselves. Hopefully they won’t be begging you to return them to their former paradise and to rescue them from this gardener who doesn’ tknow what she’s doing!
Saw Bob talking to the bird guys on CAT-TV the other night and learned a ton!
Seems there’s either not enough rain or too much rain…….
back to the studio, no gardening today…..must must must control urge to go outside and pull out that long annoying grass, dandelions and my new enemy–clover.
paz, pan, flores y amor
viola