Daily Painting

Oh My Darling!

40 minutes in the life of a clementine.  4 of the same with slight changes in the horizon line and/or lighting.  From Carol Marine's the 10 minute challenge.

Last Night I Dreamt

Calling all Jungians!  It seems like a hopeful dream.  Are teeth a symbol of strength and self expression?  If so wouldn't molars be more so?  Also they are referred to as "wisdom" teeth. So perhaps it could be interpreted as a dream that I had discovered a new strength/wisdom that is decayed but can be restored.  

Makes me want to hunt for more Marion Woodman books.  Her book The Owl Was a Bakers Daughter Was Facinating, others sound so provacative.

It was satisfying to draw this out.  My son Benjamin (aka Captain Spectacular) began the drawing with the center left image.  try it!  if you need encouragement ask your children to illustrate for you.

Lanterns and Slippers

Playing around with color and pattern.  AD markers and pen and ink on paper, 8"x10".

Providence Art Windows

This morning I hung some art at 191 Westminster St. Providence RI for Providence Art Windows, a super cool program run by Rebecca Siemering.  Thank you rebecca!  (Then I came home and made a bowl of delicious soup.)

Long Nights Moon

That is the official name for the December full moon according to the Farmer's Almanac which has been spectacular here over the past week.  Below is a poem Sarah Merrill wrote earlier this fall and kindly unearthed for us when I pleaded for a moon poem.

Gibbous Moon

A crisp morning in early autumn finds me standing optimistically

with my son by the big tree

 

at precisely seven-thirty, waiting for the school bus to arrive

and take my child away to someone else’s care and professional knowingness.

 

While we wait we watch our breaths gather before us and disperse,

gather and disperse, gather and so on until someone’s child points up to the sky.

 

A pale moon seems to hover too close.

“But mom, why is the moon here in the morning?”

 

I adjust my son’s backpack and consider how

with increasing frequency I do not have answers to the Questions.

 

How I’m saved by the pillow of virtual information

that cushions my constant sense of falling.

 

In the afternoon I lead my child back to the big tree

and I point up where the moon used to be. My wisdom is memorized:

 

That was a gibbous moon, you saw, Sweetie, precisely eighty-one percent—a waxing or waning moon that can look like a full moon but it’s not.

 

Even as my son is nodding his head I don’t really know what I’m talking about.

But anyway, my digital words disperse in the darkening afternoon,

already forgotten as he runs toward the house.

 

Sarah Merrill

 

One Two

Thursday's clementine again and one of those key limes from last week.  See Elizabeth's here. These blocks are a little bit bigger than the other tiny block pantings.  

Bouquet With Key Limes and Pocket Buddha

There is a large painting in the studio which I absolutely promised myself (and you Colette!) I'd finish today.  Instead I painted this;).  The bouquet is the result of allowing myself to go bannanas at the market and buy six different kinds of flowers-if you count those red berry things as flowers.  Oil on canvas, 18"x24".

#520

When I last spoke with Elizabeth she told me she was going to paint a clementine with leaves on it.  Later, on my way out after lunch at a friend's house I was handed a clementine with leaves on itand the words "You better take this with you".  Keep an eye out for E.'s clementine.

The Pleasure Would be All Mine

My father has asked me to please bring him some Moroccan slippers from Marrakch while on the Moroccan Sketchbook retreat.

Slow Love

This is from a post on India by Dominique Browning at Slow Love Life.  I was there reading her beautiful reflections on her relationship with Elizabeth Young-Bruehl.