I mourn for the way your favorite color used to be a question worthy of thought, now a bread crumb lost along the way of living. –I don’t know, blue?
Tag: art
Wicked Lies
There is a ghost of who I used to be who lays her head on the underside of my pillow and whispers wicked lies behind my eyes as I dream.
These walls
These walls are high but poorly built. The right brick crumbling sends it tumbling.
Bound together: Brain Map #3
backseat brain driver thought threads bunch and untangle let’s see where this goes Powered down my brain and drew another map of its contents. What do you see?
Brain Map #2: Plant me in the garden
I took out my pen and began drawing the other day: stressed out, overworked, 12 hours into a 24-hour shift with not enough windows and too many doors. I thought I was drawing a roadmap, something a little complicated and impossible to follow unless you slow down the car to watch where you’re going. I […]
Bloom
Does anyone else struggle to title their work? I sure do! This lady first lived as a sketch in my notebook before I gifted her a garden and watched her bloom into color. While I favor a slightly more precise approach with other types of paintings it was fun to experiment and slap some paint […]
Colored Waves
I dipped my feet into the daunting process of learning to paint water! What a challenge to communicate vastness in a small space. I love the colorful glow beneath the waves as well as the loose and frantic foreground compared to the serene horizon where sea and sky meld into one. Acrylic on canvas, 8 […]
Twine
You dropped out of a tree into my path, a shiny acorn, and I, not yet a sapling. How could I have known then how our branches were destined to grow together?
Crumbs of you
like the howling ache of the last bite, yearning, your pillow–cold– my fingers sweep for crumbs of you between my sheets.
First Snowfall
My favorite part of this recently-finished painting is difficult to detect on camera. Look closely with the right angles and in the right light and you’ll find evidence of little happenings in the snow, the scratches of the bird on the post searching for a seed, mouse tracks disappearing into a burrowed hole, an early […]
