I am friends with a lovely blogger and artist named Sarah. Recently she posted an excellent Synesthesia article to her blog, First Night Designs, with a link to the original Neuroscience News report, here. Synesthesia + Me I have synesthesia but only learned a few years ago it was called synesthesia. I had never thought much about …
The trees reach down as Mother Earth offers cooling water trickling from deep below. The inspiration for my Rainbow Oak painting.
Yea… Country livin’ at it’s best. If you look closely…
“Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled~ to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that the imperfections are …
If you want to learn how to use color, study Mother Nature’s teachings. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the Eyes of others only a Green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these I shall not regulate my proportions; and some …
I began meditation practice decades ago. While it sustains me, I admit there’s been times when I’ve let it go. Always I see how much it sustains me when I forego the practice. In meditation nowadays, I breathe. I watch. Being ADD, many thoughts pass by but over time, they drift into the mists.
Just because “it” likes to do those things, who is in charge?
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And, if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. Martha Graham
Recently I promised to share the mudroom we finally finished. This is where the sweet little buck bedded down til he found his friends! Now they’re all up by the oaks around the barn, no longer IN the barn!
From splashes trailing color came dancers behind. Phantom dancers leaping, spinning and gliding away into sparkling space~
This painting did not start out as pink sheep on a beach!
It was splashes of water and paint on white paper.
I’d had a vague dream of a beach and the color had remained in my mind.
Painting with watercolor is always, by it’s essence, a mystery.
It forces the artist to let go of attachments to a specific outcome.
A good thing.