Friday, November 30, 2007

Energy of the Sea

Today it rained all day long. It's the first real rainy day I remember since I moved to Los Angeles on October 3, 2006. No joking.

I loved it. I was out driving in the rain, enjoying a dust-free windshield. I noticed that many other drivers seemed uneasy in the rain, perhaps because of its unusual nature in Southern California. And while I was driving on the 101, a friend called, also a transplant from Chicago. She was happy about the rain as well, and though we talked about the weather, it was a real conversation. It was about feeling something we each hadn't felt in a long time.

I've always loved rainy days, though like most people, not too many of them in a row, please. Could I order my rainy days scattered like sparkles throughout the sunny ones? I don't want to seem greedy here. One day like today will fill me up for a while.

My silk floss tree, the tree I fell in love with as soon as I moved into this urban oasis in downtown LA, looks so happy. Its trunk is finally bright green and lovely. It's been wanting a big drink of water for so long, all 3 stories of it. Last year it greeted me the day I moved in with a profusion of hot pink blooms. This year it could barely muster a few blooming branches after the measly 3" of rain all year.

The rain of today has washed away much of the energy that's been collecting all about. And not just from my car, which is much closer to its original color now than it has been in a while. A side note: one may not realize how dirty one's car windows have become until rain brings sudden consciousness to this fact.

No, the energy I am talking about is often invisible to most, but definitely felt by many. I am aware of a large number of people who are going through big upheavals now, huge changes, freakouts, destruction, massive newness! Wow, what do I do now?

Today's rain seemed to me a balancing of the circus going on now. Kind of like zambonis at a hockey game. Clear the playing surface and begin again.

"Energy of the Sea" 2007 14"x14" at

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Being Seen

Many people I give readings to are looking for the same thing: permission to be seen, to shine. And to shine being who they are, doing what they want to do. No coincidence I moved to Los Angeles, which so many flock to for this reason.

"I want to be a star!" - How about being the star of your own life?

I read a book recently that illustrates this theme so beautifully, "Undercover", by Beth Kephart. The heroine narrates the story, which follows her adventures as she is pursued by a number of young men in her high school, not because they want to romance her, but because she can write the magical verses that win for them the young women they are romancing. She is the school's Cyrano, at the expense of her own happiness. There is the point in the story where she decides to have more:

"But the greatest tragedy of all is letting invisibility win. It's choosing to give up the thing you want because you think you don't deserve it."

I love it when people reach conclusions like this! I cheer them on and wish them the best. They have decided to change, to grow. What was once good enough no longer is. How cool is that? That's always the best part of the movie, when the hero or heroine changes like this. If everything begins and ends the same, how boring it would be.

The same is true with real life, and I am not talking so called reality TV. I mean my life, and yours, and his over there. Change is the norm, actually. Even if we don't want it. Especially then.

So why not embrace it now, and have a say in how it happens? What is the change you'd like to become?

"Early Day" 2007 14"x14" at

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Amusement Garden

What if you could plant amusement? Sow the seeds of amusement so it would grow, and then you'd be able to pick it, to harvest all that amusement? Wouldn't it come in handy on a day that was the antithesis of amusement? Like having a stash of chocolate when everyone thought it was all gone and it's raining like heck out and everyone wants some and nobody wants to go to the store for more. Wait! - You remember just in time that gorgeous chocolate put away for a...rainy day!

So what if amusement could work that way too? It's only one of the most valuable energies you could possibly ever meet. If you ran into amusement in a dark alley, it would laugh at you for being frightened of it.

You might want to get started on your own amusement garden today. A good place to start: what makes you laugh out loud? That's a good thing to plant in your garden. What gives you joy, makes you happy, helps you get away from the prevailing miserable wisdom? The Waaahhhhs? (I am personally amused by the Waaahhhhs, but please don't tell them!)

"Amusement Garden" 2007 14"x14"

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Green Sky Begins

The first painting I made in 2007, 'Green Sky Begins' is a look into another dream-like place. There is an earthy quality, a grounded feel, and also a cosmic one. A place the spirit can play, and the body feels good there too.

Continuing the spirit of green I am ensconced in now, the greens in this painting are among my favorites.

It is difficult to see in a photo the depth and texture in this piece. I am grateful the color comes through. This is a painting I can sit and look into, and always see something new. Ominous and Optimistic; can the two co-exist? Why not!

"Green Sky Begins" 2007 32"x40" at

Monday, November 26, 2007


Another painting inspired by renewal, growth, new beginnings. The green is what does it for me, as I've been saying: I'm in a very Green season.

It's interesting to become aware of what I've been taking for granted lately. It is so easy for everyday objects and 'realities' to become invisible to the naked eye. Simply by virtue of the fact that now they are common, normal. Like palm trees in my backyard, a heated pool I can go in year round, walking around in flip flops most days in the year. I never used to have permanent flip flop marks on my feet. Not for the first hmmmmany years of my life.

It's odd when I become aware of now taking for granted the surrounding landscape, which is quite different from the Midwestern one I lived in for so long. When I visited Chicago in August, I realized I missed certain trees, and rain in summer. Which is different than rain in winter, which to be honest I don't miss much.

And it was nice to not see palm trees everywhere. In Chicago, palm trees would be disturbing. Whereas in LA, people decorate them for the holidays. Swear.

My point is the forgetting, the taking for granted things that become familiar. All too easy for anyone to do in this ever faster paced time we live in. Being able to create time to Be is lovely, difficult, and most important.

"Spring" 2007 26"x20" at

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Abstract Heart on Gold

Another heart... today is my birthday. I feel good, and not in the mood for a huge hoopla. So I am doing things that make me happy. A small friendly fun dinner last night, a hike this morning. A movie and dinner later. Listening to music I don't usually hear.

I can't wait to get back into my studio and make some new paintings. This week, the beginning of my new year, is the perfect time to start some new work.

"Abstract Heart on Gold" 2006 30"x28" at

Saturday, November 24, 2007

BEarthday Weekend

It's Birthday Weekend, so while I am off gallivanting about and celebrating, I'll leave you a painting to entertain you.

"Earth Heart" 2006 30"x28" at

Friday, November 23, 2007

The Storm Between

This is the companion piece to "Beautiful Storm". I pictured this as a storm literally between me and my objective. An energy to sit out, wait through, and clear. Requiring patience, and an awareness that Here was Energy. The distant sky is lighter, calmer.

An exploration of light is what this series is about. Light has power. Daylight is completely different energy than moonlight. Different moods are associated with each. Painters, poets, and photographers work with many tools; the use of light is most important. Without light, it would be difficult to see anything. How about this: without darkness, it might be difficult to appreciate...light.

Working energetically, intuitively, emotionally, when creating a piece like this, I am able to express my experience without words. I simply offer it for you to see. You will have words of your own, as unique as your experiences.

"The Storm Between" 2007 26"x20" at

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Beautiful Storm

Another painting about a storm. The energy in my new abstract landscapes series is intense, wild and stormy. I like it, that feeling of the winds picking up, something getting stirred up and blowing through.

A storm can happen within, invisible to the outside world. Decide to grow and set off storms around you. Merely by deciding to change, the winds pick up. Free will. Why I don't predict the future: it isn't up to me. The power to rearrange the landscape belongs to each of us. Now that's scary!

"Beautiful Storm" 2007 26"x20" at

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Green and Fuzzy

'Green Fuzz Heart' comes from a long line of heart paintings, many of them fuzzy. This one works for me because it looks as if it has a light within, and because I am partial to certain shades of green lately.

If you love color and/or are influenced by it, you will understand when I say that right now I am going through a very green time. Though I live in LA, which is in Brown Season, (a friend told me there are 2 seasons here, Green and Brown), I am In The Green right now. I love greens ranging from gold-green to bright olives to lime to rich deep yellow greens, with a few soft greens on the side. I tend to avoid bright greens, anything reminiscent of St. Patrick's Day is not my green.

I look at color in different ways: as an artist, clairvoyant, and fashion obsessed woman.

To me, the artist, it's all about color speaking, glowing, singing, and creating interesting relationships. I feel the color as I work with it, and though I love paint, I understand it's just a vehicle for my color addiction.

To me, the clairvoyant, energy can be seen as color. It's fun to look at the colors someone is working with. My green looks like self healing and new growth to me.

To me, the fashion obsessed, it's all about, 'what colors do I feel like wearing, and what looks great on me? Plus, do I have shoes to go with it?'

My favorite colors tend to be intense bright colors, but it's hard to pick just one favorite. I love deep hot pinks, yellow oranges, intense fiery reds, rich violets. They all look wonderful balanced with warm browns and very dark purples. Colors have vibrations and sounds. I can hear this color combination as I write it. A color symphony!

"Green Fuzz Heart" 2007 14"x14" at Etsy

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Lavender Sea 2

This is another piece from my current series of abstract land and sea scapes. This is the smallest yet, 8" x 8", which is a challenge for me actually. I decided to make a lot of little pieces to play, move quickly, and free up some ideas. The advantage was that I would be less judgmental as I was experimenting. A phrase I learned in art school and would do well to remember more often!

I am pleasantly surprised with the detail, intensity, and richness of these pieces. For a while now I've thought the smaller scale wouldn't satisfy me, but it creates a whole new form I love. Now I'm getting ready to take some of what I've learned in these small pieces, larger. They are great sketches to work from, and the added advantage is that they are also complete paintings, and I have been selling them!

Monday, November 19, 2007


Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Not just because it's a day to eat fabulous food, socialize, and watch football and parades.

To me, Thanksgiving isn't even about History. There are differing versions of the true meaning and circumstances of the first Thanksgiving.

I prefer to have my own present time experience of Thanksgiving: it's about giving thanks. Simple. I like a holiday that is all about gratitude. I celebrate my birthday near Thanksgiving, so it's always a special time of year for me personally. I am already celebrating my own New Year, and grateful to be doing so.

Having gratitude is a good feeling. If I can learn to be grateful for my biggest challenges and especially, challengers, I'm doing well. After all, I attracted them to me for a good reason. I'm trying to get somewhere with this energy I'm stuck in, and they are only helping.

I finally realized this a few years ago when I attracted the wrath of a very angry person. I really didn't get it for the longest time, and in fact couldn't see it for the life of me. When, after a (way too) long time I finally did get it, one thing that helped it to clear was gratitude.

Featured Painting: "Great Heart" 2007 30"x30" at

Sunday, November 18, 2007


Without giving away too much information, I will confess that when I was a kid, we watched TV in black and white. Until I was 9 or 10, everyday. The switch to color was wonderful for me, since I was already deeply in love with color. My generation embraced the change enthusiastically, without so much as a sigh at leaving black and white television behind us. That belonged to our parent's generation.

watched in black and white: "The Honeymooners", "I Love Lucy", "The Dick Van Dyke Show". Our shows: "Gilligan's Island", "I Dream of Jeanie", "The Brady Bunch" were all in color. The Partridge Family's bus would really lose something in black and white. "Laugh In's" colorful set would be wasted. This was a generation gap not widely discussed: color. Clairvoyance had taken a step.

Clairvoyance is colorful. To a clairvoyant, energy can be seen as color, and colors can be "read". Colors don't have static meanings, and don't mean the same thing for everyone every time. Colors change, can show truth and beauty, and also lies and stuck energy. "The picture of health", "you are a vision", "a sight for sore eyes"...all clairvoyant phrases. A human ability, clairvoyance has a bad rap as merely a teller of fortunes. There is a much bigger picture. What if your ability to "see" affected what you could create?

"Technicolor" 2007 10"x10"

Saturday, November 17, 2007

The Queen's Court

Though this painting is from this year, it is a continuation of a series I began in 2005. I made so many versions of this image, and still love it. The sky became more dramatic in each successive painting, the colors more intense. Every painting truly has its own space, and though I might attempt to create a similar piece, I can't duplicate. Nor would I want to, what is learned there? It gets boring to make a painting just like the last one. If I'm exploring a similar idea, I want to take it someplace new and add something else, take a risk somehow.

That is what's fun about painting, for me, that risk taking. Because unlike most painters, I can't paint over what I'm doing. Water colorists know what I mean; their technique has a similar challenge. I paint in reverse, backwards, onto clear vinyl, and I can't correct what I've done once the paint dries. Which is pretty darn quick, and then it will never be removed from the vinyl. Except with a blow torch, which is a technique I have not yet embraced. Hey, there's always time!

So if I have a correction to make it had better be immediately. If I don't like what I've done to begin with and it dries, I often don't complete the piece. I can do a preliminary sketch, but that doesn't substitute for the actual material I work with. So I have learned to Destroy more. Aah! I don't have to be perfect?

I've been revisiting my old work as I get ready to start the new. Wonderful activity for the end of an intense year. Lots of certainty, and somehow I've released the need to explain myself. How the heck did I do that? Don't ask.

"The Queen's Court" 2007 35"x32" at

Friday, November 16, 2007

Red Blooms of Spring

Okay, so it's not Spring, it's almost Winter. And I was thinking about Christmas and how this painting kind of looks like that, being red and green and all. Every painting has a story, and here's one for you.

I grew up in Chicago, which is not known for its 12 foot high-plus bougainvillea hedges. Hell, I thought I was doing pretty good getting a hibiscus to grow 5 feet tall there. Then I moved to Los Angeles, and OMG, what ARE those flowers?!! I love the red bougainvillea that bloom, incredibly, on a very urban truck route through downtown LA. I am amazed at them; in a year with the lowest rainfall on record, (3"), they are sexy and ROCK my eyes when I drive past them!

In the sunlight they glow, incredibly. Along the same route, there are coral, purple, pink hedges too. But the red ones are magical. They bloomed big in the Spring, hence the name of the painting.

"Red Blooms of Spring" 2007 14"x14" Kris Cahill

Thursday, November 15, 2007

A Truck Day

A Truck Day is a day on which big trucks keep blocking one's path. Even though it's a pain in the ass, I have come to accept Truck Days for the signpost they are to let me know Energy Is Not Moving. As if I wasn't already aware of it, and needed a huge multi-ton vehicle to rub it in. Maybe it died in front of me on a small street and the oncoming traffic is not sympathetic. Or it was Optimistic, yet still got stuck under the overpass. Hate that. Or, as is often the case in downtown Los Angeles where I live, it tried to run me down. Which is kinda funny if it's not happening on a day when you absolutely have to be somewhere or are trying to get things done.

I feel like a character in a cartoon strip when this is happening.

Today, as I'm sure you've already guessed, was a Truck Day. On the surface of it, things were going well. It didn't look like anything was stuck necessarily, so I decided this Truck Day was about moving things out of my way. That was after my first morning Truck, which combined with a few other things to make me, gasp!, late for an appointment. I am almost never late, and often early, sometimes laughably so. But I absolutely could not control the morning's events, so I was late. Which didn't become funny for a while. After it kept happening, both on my way there, and on my way back. After I went out again to run errands, and there it was again. Hello, Twilight Zone?

I have happily regained my amusement this evening and haven't seen one truck since I came home.

"A Gentle Spin of Truth" 2007 30"x34" at

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Having Fun

What's so important about having fun, anyway? And are you? It always looks like a good idea to me to have, find, make, create,! I am one of those people who believes we are here to do much more than our "duty" and/or suffer. Whichever appeals to you more. Whatever. Hello, drama?

And so it becomes a courageous act, in a world that isn't fun for many people, to decide to have fun. Even if you are having a difficult time, having the attitude of fun can heal you and keep you young. Better than Botox, won't freeze your face! Plus it's incredibly difficult to be controlled when your attitude is set at fun. Try it and see what I mean.

If I am having fun while painting, magic happens. First of all, I don't need to make a perfect painting, I am already succeeding by having fun just painting. Then, because of all that fun I'm having, I allow myself to play too. Before you know it, I am loving my work. Because I haven't put all kinds of pressure on myself to create a perfect thing, something better comes along.

"Energy of Fun" 2007 14"x14" at
Bikini Clairvoyant, Energy of Fun

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Deep Night

Today was a very long active day. No words left until tomorrow. Good Night!

"Deep Night" 2007 14"x14" at

Monday, November 12, 2007

Free the House-Elves, I Mean Humans!

I love Hermione Granger and especially, her quest to free the house-elves. I was right there with her the whole way, and it was such an interesting turn when they didn't WANT to be set free! Huh? Who on earth (or at Hogwarts) wouldn't want to be free???

How silly of me. It was considered shameful for a house-elf to be freed by its master. Every good house-elf knows its place, and has one. Dobby was just an oddball, and Winky fell apart after being freed.

As a person who has spent my life working toward my freedom, (and along the way thinking I could help others achieve theirs), one thing I have learned is that in order to be free, you gotta wanna be! It's scary, this freedom thing. Who am I going to blame if 'xyz' doesn't work out? What would you do if suddenly all blocks that have been in your way, weren't? What would I do?

I like to think I'd be doing pretty much what I am now, (only with more shoe shopping). I'm already stretching more everyday, making new contacts, writing this blog, perfecting what it is I do. Still, I'm looking for my excuses and rooting them out like the weeds they are.

I've been reading a great book called 'Art & Fear' by David Bayles & Ted Orland. One of my favorite passages:

"When sense of self depends so directly upon the ranking bestowed by the outside world, motivation to produce work that brings high ratings is extreme. In not knowing how to tell yourself that your work is OK, you may be driven to the top of the heap in trying to get the rest of the world to tell you."

I don't think this speaks only to artists. It does speak of valuing oneself, and is a place where many people are growing right now, including yours truly.

"It matters not what someone was born, but what they grow to be."
~J.K. Rowling , Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

'Ring of Fire' 2007 30"x22" at

Sunday, November 11, 2007


Every painting has its own moment, never to be repeated exactly. It's truly a present time act. I can always tell how I am feeling by looking at my work.
"Peace"  2007   14"x14"

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Dreamy Tree

I just got this painting back yesterday from a show it was in. I used to make a lot of tree paintings and realize I haven't made one since leaving Chicago, over one year ago. Thirteen months, to be exact. One of the things I love about living in Los Angeles is the flora, which still delights me with every change that happens. Purple flowering jacaranda trees, hot pink blooms on the silk floss trees, nearly fluorescent bougainvillea everywhere! Cactus gardens, palms, calla lilies growing outside by the hot tub. Outside. Tall. Plants that do not die over the winter because it just doesn't get cold enough to kill them. Sorry, Chicagoans.

I love this tree, and living with it again inspires me to begin a new tree series. Most of my trees were bare, winter trees. My bare trees would look as if they were dancing, moving, communicating with their bodies. What is so different about this tree is the foliage. I began painting trees with leaves the last year I lived in Chicago. After 11 years of painting bare trees, this was a big deal for me. I wonder what kind of trees I will paint now? I will post them as I do them.

"Dreamy Tree" 2006 32"x40" at

Friday, November 9, 2007

Something Unexpected

I made this painting, Center of the Storm, in 6 hours, while being filmed doing so. You can watch the whole thing on youtube. I had no idea what I was going to be painting; I improvised. This was my second youtube video. The first, Mystery, was painted early this year. In roughly 2 minutes you watch me paint an entire painting. In reverse.

I've been painting using my reverse painting technique for over 20 years. Happily, I am not bored with it yet. I keep discovering new things about my medium, which is a sure indicator that I keep discovering new things about myself. By now I understand a lot more about what will happen if I mix these pigments, or glaze this color over this one. I feel there is always more to learn here. And I love the surprises that lead me to the discoveries, the treasure!

I know one big frustration for many artists is that the piece they are working on doesn't match the vision they have of the piece they wanted to make. I also have visions of paintings, flashes of inspiration, color and light played out in a magical way. When my efforts don't quite own up, I can get frustrated too.

One thing I've come to be grateful for is the happy accident, the surprise, the "mistake". What a gift. If my control freakiness were allowed to rule, I might not have these mistakes, and would be a lot poorer for it. As a very wise person said long ago, mistakes are how you learn. So be grateful for them instead of beating yourself up for not being perfect.

"Center of the Storm" 2007 32"x40" at

Thursday, November 8, 2007

The Sea Dream

It's one of those cloudy night skies with a big bright moon backing it up. This lights up the dramatic sky, which looks like it's boiling with the wind, the sea following suit. It feels normal for this place though, this is how it is here.

Sensing the energy that lives in this place, shivering with pleasure at this rich night, you feel fortunate to be here to see this. You suspect it to be larger than humans have the ability or desire to comprehend. The emotions this brings up criss cross inside of you, longing for something you feel you knew once, when? A disquieting sense of missing something. Loss, is it still loss when you don't know what's lost? Yet a feeling of optimism remains, it's not too late.

You wake up feeling the dream, deeply. A change has taken place within you, though no one can see it. The day ahead of you seems much less real than the dream you just left.

"The Sea Dream" 2006 30"x36" at

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Bye Bye Bluebirds

Happily, I sold one of my favorite abstracts this week to two people who already own a large red and hot pink abstract of mine. "Bluebirds" is on its way to its new home in Chicago.

This piece was a breakthrough for me in many ways, and like many of my paintings, took me a while to "get it". Sometimes what I create doesn't sink in for a while. Especially if it's a new idea, an adventure into uncharted territory. I don't get my own work. I'm too close to it, and have a hard time separating enough to be objective. Perhaps this is normal, but it drives me crazy sometimes.

The most important thing is to be able to see it myself. My goal as an artist is to see my work clearly, without judgment, and to allow myself to simply make it. Get out of my own way. It's when I begin comparing it to others, stop listening to myself, or wallow in negative energy, that I am Stuck and cannot begin to contemplate how I will dig myself out of my self imposed rut. Waaahhh!

I must back off, go away, eat chocolate, meditate, laugh, obsess about shoes...or something else. It helps to get feedback, and I want that. I'm not making my paintings so that they can sit in a vacuum, or a dark closet. The desire to communicate is great, and painting is one way I do this. Having validation within, no matter what the outside world says or does, is the key to creative freedom, at least for me.

"Bluebirds" 2006 26"x20"

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Red Plateau

There's a storm happening, a dramatic weather event. Totally beyond all human control. A healing to not be able to do anything to fix it. No responsibility! The landscape is getting rearranged by the energy passing through. You know it won't stay for long. Every storm ends eventually, leaving an imprint. A new perspective is the gift the storm brings. Everything that seemed important was left aside, if only for a short time. Something bigger came in and took up space, thrusting its viewpoint onto the stage. Perhaps everything changes as a result, destruction and eventually, recreation. Maybe you change.

"Red Plateau" 2007 10"x10" Available on Etsy

Monday, November 5, 2007

The Cloud Appreciation Society

Sometimes the skies in my paintings are all about drama. I must say, I really enjoy a good dramatic sky. And who doesn't? Honestly, these blue sunny skies in Southern California get kinda boring. I don't mean to knock them, they are really pretty. And the smog in LA makes for some colorful sunsets, especially after all the fires this season... I grew up in the Midwest, and interesting skies and clouds happen everyday. Or at least that's how I remember them. The clouds are how the sky paints with light.

A good sky can set the tone for the day. Where would film noir be without moody skies? If there are outdoor scenes, you can bet it's grey, misty, dark, cloudy, dramatic. Every film I've seen by Eastern European
directors takes place on a cloudy day. Usually in the snow. It's all about mood. And conversely, beach movies have to have blue skies. The mood is lighter, fluffy. Maybe this is why Southern California has this reputation?

What inspires me about clouds is the stories that come with them. A
dancing sky, pictures in the clouds, light that is reflected through clouds. I recently found out about and joined a wonderful group called The Cloud Appreciation Society. Yes, one exists. It's very inexpensive to join, and you will receive a badge, certificate, and welcome letter with your member number on it. There is a wonderful website, and members can upload their cloud photos/art/writing. Lots of fun!

"Cloud Appreciation Society" 2007 34"x32" Available at

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Lucy, You Got Some Splainin To Do

Lucy always seemed to create chaos, wherever she was, whatever she did. It was a little painful and a lot funny to watch her. There was a demand to somehow fit into a not very clown like world when she was a natural clown. Square peg in a round hole. And so here is the secret of the healing 'I Love Lucy' gave to anyone who watched. A look into the inner world of A Regular Person who just never fit in, but kept trying, dammit!

How many times a day do each of us handle the demand to 'splain ourselves, to make sense to someone else, to be "nice", to heal another by not freaking them out with our truth?

This picture comes up in so many readings I've given recently, which is a sure indicator that I am working on it right now too. It really is a healing given to another, this making sense stuff. The healing given to yourself is to NOT have to make sense! It's a difficult and radical action to take in this society. I challenge you.

"Explosion" 2007 14"x14" available at

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Abstract Cartoon

Sometimes my work is effortless. Case in point: 'Abstract Cartoon', pictured here. It was just an easy painting to make. No muss, no fuss, lots of fun. I didn't judge it harshly as I sometimes do. Not every abstract painting comes this easily. Some have more baggage, and I am mean to them. Nasty. You are ugly pointless bad sucky I will never finish you nasty. Then I have to make up with the painting, sometimes it's really pissed off at me.

I want to make more paintings like 'Abstract Cartoon'. Perhaps to remember the effortlessness? The freedom of just throwing the paint on the canvas, trusting that I know what the hell I'm doing (it's OK sir, I have a license to do this), perhaps the attitude of permission? The joy of playing is a great reason to paint, and something I want more of while I do so.

"Abstract Cartoon" 2007 22"x15"

Friday, November 2, 2007

After the Rain

There is a day I remember from my childhood. It was a day in late summer, at the end of a week's worth of rain. The temperature was cool for August. The air felt clear and calm, washed clean by the storms that had swept through. It smelled so earthy and good. There was a magical electric charge in the air, something tingly. Possibilities of adventures.

Standing at the end of my street, I looked down all the streets west of my house. Everything was full, lush, and glowed green, like a corridor of greenness. It was quiet, which was in itself unusual for a neighborhood full of kids home from school for the summer. I felt almost as if I were the only one here, or maybe the only one seeing this energy. At 10 years old, I had a glimpse into something bigger, and I never forgot it.

"After the Rain" 2007 14"x14" SOLD

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Mystical Harvest

So temporary, this feeling, only here this moment. So real in memory, like a dream; grasping at it only dissipates the energy like smoke. The fingers of my memory try to hold on, examine it. Failure; the spirit is still present, the moment lost forever. When I stop trying and let go, I can see a sliver of light. The thin veil between reality and illusion strikes again.
I want to remember how to find this place so I can come back.

"Mystical Harvest" 2007 14"x14" Available at