I’m getting a head start on Painting my Garden this year.
Pushing up through layers and layers of dull, tan Pine needles, little purple slivers are hinting of another new season. We are having cold nights, but with the warmer daytime temperatures I will, like last year, for sure fall behind my crazy goal to paint my garden – bloom by bloom. Today I’m especially grateful that I am able to paint and enjoy it as much, if not more, than ever. Combinations of purples and greens are a few of my favorites , and the loose, splashy techniques I use when painting flowers offers both fun and surprising shapes that “say flower,”
Diving into a good book can be the best thing for the soul during “Corona Times.” So far I can’t tell you why this book is great, but it is. It’s 501 pages of “genuine truths” all laid out in tinsey, weensy, itsy, bitsy type face – which reminds me it’s time to get the current prescription changed in my specs. A tablet might work best.
UNTIL NEXT TIME. Please send good thoughts for super results from my spinal tap tomorrow morning. Thank you.
With more time on my hands and with the sheltering in challenges, sometimes my emotions take on an entirely new dimension. Occasionally I experience a sense that I’m lost in a world completely unfamiliar to me then a “strangeness” washes over me. Usually it’s easy to regain my footing , but not always. When I’m having a “corona moment” its time to dive hard and heavy into gratitude, to find just one thing I’m grateful for. That seems to pop me back into the bright side of reality. Yesterday’s post depicted 17 years worth of gratitude in my life. It’s Ellie. I’ve been blessed to have her near since the moment she took her first breath. She was surrounded by her loving family in her first moments, and that has not, and will not change.
More gratitude. An organized and cleaned up art space is not a good sign. To all my artist friends and to me it means no art is on the easel. So yes, I am grateful, kind of, for this forced time to get busy and mess up my art room.
This image has emerged from a reference photo taken some 30 years ago. It’s been waiting to be painted but simmered on a back burner for two reasons. One, I didn’t want to tackle the detailed challenge it presented. It was a rather difficult piece for me. Secondly, my readers aren’t required to go along with this idea, but I believe that art has a deep intelligence and quantum relationship with the artist. A piece will emerge when its time is ripe. The title I’ve assigned it asks a relevant question, “Locked In or Locked Out? I think it has an answer, and that’s “Yes.”
Over the years I’ve accumulated pounds and pounds of family photos. This week I tackled a small box, that I could barely lift, and came up with a blast from the past…reaching way back to high Jr Hi, and High School days.
A few years later:
Recently I have, once again, kept pretty busy healing from another bout with cancer and now normal pressure encephalitis. Since my beautiful white Chow lives on the other side of the Moon, I needed fur. One of my fondest memories of childhood up through college was life with my best friend Corky. He and my dad were great pals too.
This animal is most highly recommended for folks allergic to cats and/or those who don’t have the energy to feed them and deal with a litter box . Her name is “Me Owe,” because she doesn’t know any other words. She shakes her head, licks her paw, rolls onto her back, purrs and closes her eyes and goes to sleep…when she gets bored. I have videos which are very darling, but they won’t play on my blog site…yet.
Take care and find something to be grateful for every day, no wait. How about each hour in these strange times?
Watch for more paintings and conversation from the East side of the mountains.
Christmas has come and gone already and the “longest night of the year” has also passed. Our family had a wonderful Christmas Day together. We met at Flora and Han’s home, and they prepared a feast beyond compare.
We always marvel at their cooking, Flora at the helm, and Hans her right-hand man in the kitchen. We all agreed we could not find more delectable Chinese food anywhere from Bend, to Portland, or maybe even down to San Francisco. Her cooking not only reflects the joy she has for her country of origin and their cuisine but also her new life in the U.S. Her love for Hans and their new home is obviously in the mix.
The Winter Solstice corresponds with Christmas and the Season of Lights. They arrive a few days apart and, among other traditional observances, celebrate beautiful expressions of the heart. This year I am blessed and I rejoice in life as I move through another round of healing. My breast cancer of 23 years ago has raised its unwanted head and moved into my spine. Hope, healing prayers and good thoughts are sustaining, not to mention traditional treatment. I prefer hope and healing prayers, as the only side effects are hope and healing prayers. Family is close and love prevails as we move into this period of darkness and inward turned reflection.
Happy Birthday November 12th. Ride Hard and Fast Cowboy.
I remember the day Terry, age 2, rode his white horse around the balcony of the ski shop and didn’t stop at the top of the long staircase leading to the ground below. I heard the crash, crash, crash, and then silence. Panic! I got to him at emergency speed. Half way down the stairs, still straddling his trusty horsey, he was looking up at me as if to say, “What the heck, Mom. When did you put these steps in?” He was still alive, and nothing cut or broken. Although, the shocked look on his face remains etched in my mind. He didn’t try this trick again – as far as I know. Now he catches air whenever possible, on his bike, skis, snowmobile, oh yeh, and there was the time I bought a riding lawnmower. The first day we had it, while I went out to pick up as few groceries, he and his brother built a “Mower-Jump” on our asphalt driveway. Really?Needless to say, the mower never cut a single blade of grass. Sometimes it’s hard to get upset at such creativity.
Fifty years later he is a proud dad. This is Jade’s graduation from Pacific Crest Middle School. Both Jade and Ellie attend Summit High and run cross country. Summit has the number one X Country team in the Nation. Ellie, as a senior, will be on the varsity team next year, and the competition will increase. With their heavy study loads, sports, social activities and some recreation, they are very busy girls.
Wishing you a wonderful year Terry. You are a fine individual, a wonderful son, and a great dad. I love you. Mom
The show at Redmond Hospital was over as of the 28th of June. The paintings shown below were accepted in the current exhibition at the Redmond Hospital. That exhibit runs for three months and will come down September 27th.
It is a joy and pleasure to have my artwork displayed in hospital settings. The Registered Nurse in me, retired but still “on duty,” has hopes that my paintings will bring lightheartedness and a few moments of peace to patients, staff and anyone who might take some time to be with them.
“Welcome Summer” Watercolor on paper 15″X19″ $175.00 framed.
“Simply Poppies,” Watercolor on Paper 15X19 $175.00 Framed
You are welcome to stop by the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship, the beautiful newer building located at the bottom of Skyliner’s Rd. off Skyline Ranch Rd. The artist’s reception was on June 2nd, but the show will be available for viewing until August 4th. This is a juried show, and there are some very amazing pieces submitted by local artists. It is All About Birds, their habitats, nests, feathers portrayed in fabric, wood, sculptures, and paintings. Look for mine entitled, “Waiting.”
Beginning June 28th I will have two new paintings hanging at the Redmond Hospital in the halls just off the main entrance. In the works are large poppies, like the ones out my back door and all throughout my yard. Here’s a peek at the reference photos I took. By the way, the deer don’t eat poppies. Isn’t nature the best?
Photo of Poppies
These are growing in my side yard along with daisies and grasses.
Back Yard Poppies
As a side note, painting has been so helpful in my most recent cancer recovery. I’m doing better each day. Thanks for the support. It means so much.