"Spring Comes to Kawani," 2015, oil on wood panel. 12”h. x 12”w.

“Spring Comes to Kawani,” 2015, oil on wood panel. 12”h. x 12”w. Private collection.

The seasons come and go so, and more quickly so as I get older. Both in the outer landscape and the inner inscape. Spring this year seemed like a long time coming, but then suddenly one morning took up a rapacious gate. So differently experienced from fall, which comes on with flames, a last bright declaration, like an unrepentant warrior’s last stand against all the destruction facing the world. Spring, on the other hand, begins hidden deep in the ground, stirring for long silent weeks something alchemical.

Beginning in March with those few unexpected errant warm days, I step out each morning onto my porch to gaze eastward looking for spring across the field past the studio to where a patch of woods slips out into the field and follows the path of a spring that runs underground there (I know this because I am blessed with the archaic gift of the dowser). Pine and poplar stand sentinel here, creating an understory where wild cherry and dogwood shelter beneath them. In this early morning spring light, with much still cloaked in darkness, with much that is stilled this time of day, I can see that this is the advance column of the once great and future forest that has always claimed rightful sovereignty to these mountains. Me, I’m just passing through.

 

 

 

 

24”h x 36”w.  o/c finished 6/12/15

Spring Comes to the Cataloochee Valley, 2015,    24”h x 36”w. o/c
completed 6/12/15

Inspired by my upcoming workshop: Drawing From Our Own True Nature – July 2024, 2015:

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It’s a good week when it’s filled with the smell of turpentine and oil, the smear and jab and drag and scumble of oil paint, –  and six new paintings! Something my dear friend Judy Barber mentioned at lunch a few weeks ago, may have something to do with the clarity with which they developed – that in “real painting” [my term, not her’s], we paint the space that is inside us: the way a slathered area of Payne’s Grey, so much like the darkness that rises inside; the way a rag soaked in turps wipes into that revealing submerged glowing yellow and burnt oranges; the way a life is both revealed and hidden in layers.

 

 

"Three Seeds, 2014. o/c 12"h. x 9"w. collection of the artist

“Three Seeds, 2014. o/c 12″h. x 9″w.
collection of the artist

 

 

"as yet untitled #1," 2014. o/c. 14"h. x 11"w. collection of the artist

“as yet untitled #1,” 2014. o/c. 14″h. x 11″w.
collection of the artist

 

 

"as yet untitled #2," 2014. o/c. 20"h. x 16"w. collection of the artist

“as yet untitled #2,” 2014. o/c. 20″h. x 16″w.
collection of the artist

 

 

"Summer Seeds," 2014. o/c . 20"h. x 16"w. collection of the artist

“Summer Seeds,” 2014. o/c . 20″h. x 16″w.
collection of the artist

 

 

"as yet untitled #3," 2014. o/c. 12" x 12" collection of the artist

“as yet untitled #3,” 2014. o/c. 12″ x 12″
collection of the artist

 

 

 

"as yet untitled # 4," 2014. o/c with pencil. 18"h. x 14"w. collection of the artist

“as yet untitled # 4,” 2014. o/c with pencil. 18″h. x 14″w.
collection of the artist

Recent Paintings, 2013

February 25, 2014

Summer, Listening“Summer, Listening, 2013

o/c 10″h. x 8″w.

The-Fall,-2013-(for-web)“The Fall,” 2013

o/c 12″ x 12″

Of Wintering Willows, 2013“Of Wintering Willows” 2013

acrylic on birch panel, 48″h. x 36″w. x 2 3/4″d.

 

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Porcelain, wood fired, 13"h. x 9"w. Hambidge Anagama, September 2013

Porcelain, wood fired, 13″h. x 9″w. Hambidge Anagama, September 2013