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Monthly Archives: June 2013

Don’t Blink/Light Moves

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square-on-blue

square-on-blue

I am late for my Monday post, computer problems. But this painting is one of a group I will be showing at River Road Gallery. The opening is July 5th, from 5-9pm, the show is on until the 11th of July.

I spent a summer watching light move across the walls and around corners. The paintings on display were a reaction to that experience.

Fathers

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One of my grandmother’s earliest memories is sitting on her father’s shoulders the better to see Haley’s Comet traverse the night sky.

Mine is learning how to ride a bike. Dad running circles in the grass until I had enough momentum and speed that he let go, and I was off sailing the breeze.

D is for Dalton

D is for Dalton

Laugh and Grow Fat

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I find comfort knowing that our world, earth will exist long after we are gone. Maybe that is why so many of us admire stones, there is simplicity to their being.

Nothing is permanent, and yet because of this, everything is eternal… the earth system owes its stability to being a big endlessly repeating bundle of contradictions. (1.

 

I have always been partial to rocks, and consider the ones I collected over the years to be part of my ‘art supply’ inventory. What I failed to realize was how many of the quotes I’ve collected also talk about rocks.

garden sculptures

garden sculptures

This, by Carl Jung is still a favorite.

The stone has no uncertainties, no urge to communicate, and is eternally the same for thousands of years, while I am only a passing phenomenon which bursts into all kinds of emotions, like a flame that flares up quickly and then goes out.

 

(1.    Reading the Rocks author Marcia Bjornerud pg.20-21

The Question of Existence

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“Why is there something instead of nothing” seems to be on the minds of some of the world’s great thinkers.  They should have asked my mom, her answer would be “just because”. This is all about why does the universe exist.  It is one of those childishly profound questions that do need to be asked, but will never be answered.

The conversation was an interesting one, as it touched on the idea that it is the question that is important, and after all his research he came to realize that it was the wrong question. It should have been something like this, why is the Universe the way it is and not something different? The answer he got from an eminent scholar in Oxford was that mediocrity was the definition of what is, why that is he didn’t venture to answer. Maybe it is all about a level playing field.

But so often of late it seems to ask the right question is the challenge.

colour field paintings

colour field paintings

That was one of the conversations we had in the writer’s  retreat, ‘What is the Question”.

I was captivated by Marian Engle’s Notebooks, but the big question that she never answered was; where is your twin sister. Now if you had a twin, separated by adoption at about four months of age and knew of her existence, wouldn’t that have consumed your imagination as a writer? Well, apparently not, I found only the editors mention of her.