It’s going around Bend, a healthy flu that’s making many of us unhealthy. After laying low for several days, this morning I decided to get with it and try my hand at “Negative Painting.” With this technique paint is applied between desired shapes , and, if you’re lucky or know what you’re doing, an image appears. After coming close to trashing this piece many times, but listening to that voice that says, “keep going,” I got close to the sunflower I was after – or it could be a water lily.
I’ll add a fun little “Poppy Garden” and a piece I did in Angie Granger’s workshop this Fall.
Isabella wearing her famous short cut. Driving home I was stopped 3 times by people asking to pet her. She was too cute.
Queen of the Mountain Playing with Dusty
Icicles, her favorite.
Snoozing in the Rose Bed
Last trip up to Skyliner’s, her beloved home.
Time to go.
Isabella was 8 weeks old when Don and I picked her up in Clackamus to bring her to Bend and her new home at Skyliner’s. She soon came to love the snow, her walks in the snow, and long naps buried under the snow. I’ll share a favorite memory. One cold and sunny trip up the road to Tumalo Falls the snow was deep and the berm high and pure fluff. She was trotting right along next to my skis when suddenly, bloop, there she went, all 16 weeks of her agile little body into the berm. She disappeared. I followed her, but she was gone. I was digging and throwing snow, panicked and desperate. I called to another skier passing by with his dog that my pup was lost under the snow. He said, “No problem, my dog can find anything.” Just then as quickly as she had disappeared she reappeared with a flurry and bounced, unaffected, on up the trail. She was smart, beautiful, sensitive, a constant companion, and much more. In 2016 we had to leave Skyliner’s and moved to Bend. I think she missed her life of freedom and familiarity. She did grow old, as did I, and her health failed. On November 18, 2018 her best friends and I laid her in our back yard where she is now blanked with the snow she loved so much. I love you sweet girl. You are deeply missed.
Another year has past and winter in all its beauty and quiet is upon us. Today marks the return of the sun and, paradoxically, the beginning of winter when dark days and long nights prevail. Every year Mother Nature offers her seasonal gift, a time to look within and find comfort in our own skin. Of course this is a challenge with the joy and craziness of the holidays all mixed up together. Maybe a “both-and” approach is called for and “Quiet Craziness” will work just fine. What do you think?
November 12th, the birthdays of my son Terance Olaf Skjersaa ll and his dad Terance Olaf Skjersaa, was celebrated at Anthony’s. Ten Skjersaa’s were around the table celebrating this grand and fun day. Wishing both Terrys a great year to come.
I hope you can join me, along, with many other artists, for a one-day art show at Bend’s Touchmark Lodge. It is located adjacent to the Bend Athletic Club, just below the Century Dr. and the Mt. Washington Dr. roundabout. I look forward to seeing you there.
I will be showing framed work plus many hand painted holiday cards. Originals and prints are available.
When I lived at Skyliner’s often on a Sunday, or any other day of the week, I would head out towards my “personal sanctuary.” No pews out there, no priests in robes speaking a male dominated tongue, or no hugging the stranger next to you . There are good things about church, but it’s nice, for me, to have an alternative – like The Church of the Beaver Pond.
Through the Aspen grove listening to the little heart-shaped leaves making music in the wind, then on to the little pond where creation, life and death, spoke truth and comfort.
The shapes, colors, and fragrances of Fall are a promise. Fall promises change, a u-turn out of summer and a colorful opportunity to contemplate the truth that nothing stays the same. Winter is on its way and we adapt. We re-style our clothing shedding tee shirts and searching out warmer coats. We revise ourselves with the seasons, hopefully with grace, and Look, there on the stove we find warm soups and maybe a friend for lunch. Humm, that reminds me, my artist group is coming tomorrow, and I have a chicken vegetable, coconut milk soup I have to get started. So, I remind myself, “it’s” all there and we’re part of it, endowed with the ability to hope, and love, and surround ourselves in an atmosphere of the best we can be in any moment. I just watched “Martian Child” twice. The child starring in that movie…he’s just enough to make you “Fall in love.”
Spring roses are lovely, they make my heart sing…And in summer, the roses sweet memories bring…But I most need the rose when the bitter winds call…October Roses are the fairest of all…October Roses are the fairest of all.
Another track star in the family. Jade is in middle school, and a devout athlete. She’s an “A” student, skies, loves water sports, is an outstanding young visual artist, plays piano and violin, and was an up and coming gymnast. Recently multiple joint injuries forced her to discontinue her training. That was a sad transition for Jade. She loved that sport and trained at the gym at least three to four long afternoons and evenings a week. It’s nice that she has more free time to be with family and friends, or not. Her schedule, like most kids her age, is packed to the gills with activities.
Jade, her sister, and other neighborhood kids used to run back and forth past my front window on their travels between each other’s houses. Jade was so little but could run like the wind. They all wore flip flops, the road was a dirt lane, and Jade was usually out in front of the pack – her little legs going like a windmill. (I was often on “grandma alert” waiting for one of them to crash. Never happened…flip flops and all.) You know what they say about early childhood experience! She’s got some fast memory stored in her DNA. GO JADE.
Jade was born beautiful, both inside and out. She is sweet, fun, so funny – and eternally impossible to beat at any board game.
Congratulations to my oldest granddaughter, Ellie Skjersaa, a junior at Summit High in Bend. She took first place in the 2018 NW Classic XC race at Lane Community College last weekend. I just now called her, all excited and proud, exclaiming, “Ellie, congratulations.” Her reply was, “For What?” “The race, you won.” I said. “Oh, that was just a JV race. Can I call you back later?” She ran against 200 other girls in her “just a JV race.” She’s always been a winner, always humble and a very good team mate. Not only that, she’s a wonderful granddaughter, daughter, sister and is loved every day of her life by everyone in her family.