This has been interesting. More lows, and then incredible highs. Open Says Me, Please has been in progress through all of this. Unknown creatures have made themselves known. Who knew I needed a Dixie Chicken Peacock?
Snag
Over a year ago, Gregg and I hit a snag with his health. Well, a bunch of snags, as Hurricane Helene blew inland 500 mile and knocked the hell out of us. There is still damage, but we’re over the snag.
Harsh Journey
Thanks for all of the prayers. We believe we are over the worst of this harsh journey.
Still dealing with Hurricane Helene
An abstract painting may be difficult for others to get into, but is has been necessary for me to deal with the shit from Sept. ’24 to the present. Hurricane Helene Helicopters is about the chaos of the flooding and high winds. We can hear the helicopters which were bringing aid. The sound echoes off the mountains even when they weren’t visible. The boxes are a recurring symbol in my work. They are prayers.
Toned down
I love color. A pile of firewood has a lot of color in it. Also a lot of light and dark area. This is a painting, not a pile of firewood.
Hurricane Helene
Even being in the middle of it, the destruction is hard to believe. Gregg and I went for eight days without power, but we had food, water, and many godsends. Brandon Mitchell from Virginia and his buddy brought a truckload of supplies and a starlink. Brandon wandered into my studio, and really looked. Most people are off put. He liked this one, and we made a deal. THANKS to all of the volunteers helping us get through this.
Underground Landscape Yellow
Things not seen. Faith, gravity, and spring underground.
Tsunami
This is about being blindsided.
Tidying up 2023 art works
Forrest and Gregg have helped me update my website. Check it out. My bad, no blog posts for too long. I have been working. Here are a few pieces that you may not have seen. Echoes Encore is 17″x108″. I have posted half here. Next is photo of me with work in progress. Verdant is 46″x54″. Spring and summer garden.
Open Says Me
I am struggling with not being able to open things. Not just jars and tubes of paint. Yet, I find a way. This canvas was painted flat, on a ping pong table, not stretched and upright on an easel. There are not as many drips, and I think the edges are fuzzy, because the paint oozed over the canvas.
