Thursday, September 25, 2014

I Smell Winter

This picture is called, "The Scarf".

You can see mittens at the top and cardinals on the right but mostly it is about the scarf.


I smell winter coming.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Back Off, June Cleaver!

Just finished this one which I have named 'Feeding Frenzy" for no particular reason.  As a matter of fact the picture was done just for the joy of watching it grow.  No hidden meaning, (or obvious meaning), that I can see.

But I have a problem today.

Tomorrow I'm having my ancient floor replaced.  And right now I'm sitting here trying to resist the urge to wash the old linoleum.  

Why do I feel my floor has to be clean?  It is going to be torn up tomorrow and thrown in the dumpster by a crew of workers I'll never see again.

These guys don't qualify as 'company' to anyone but my inner June Cleaver.

But she's stronger than I am.

Getting the bucket.


Saturday, September 13, 2014

Letting Go

Here I am.  

All four of me.

A part of me has weathered the storm, 
some parts however, are still trapped in the 
drama of it all.

But my nest is moving into calmer waters

and I'm grateful.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

How can I Open My Eye When There is a Fish In It?

A few years ago I had a dream that a large fish came out of the centre of my forehead.  

I spent a lot of time massaging the area the next day and my "third eye" is still a sensitive area.  I often find myself rubbing it.

I'm not sure if the design part of this picture is finished.  It probably is - it is just that I hate to leave bare naked parts without anything in them and it is costing me to just let this one be.  

Anyway I'll glaze it tomorrow and sell it for $10,000.00

Oh wait - that's in a parallel universe -

I mean I'll glaze it tomorrow, put it away and start a new one.

Heh heh.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

The Bird of Prey

My new picture started with a pair of bird feet.  

I had been looking at one of Mark Elderkin's astonishing photos of a bird of prey last week, and was mesmerized by the creature's power.

I suppose this is a picture of the bird of prey in me.

Or you.