SOFT FOCUS

                                                           SOFT FOCUS
                                                     6x6 oil on wood panel

With the sun just coming up and the air thick with fog the house appeared to float in a field mustard greens.  In the distance a ships horn called out, adding to this, the sound of gulls  squawking to each other along the coast made for a beginning of a new day.  I took one photo in this soft focus atmosphere and continued on my way with hope in my heart in anticipation of meeting her.    

"A QUIET MEADOW"

                                                      A QUIET MEADOW
                                                        6X6 oil on panel

For me, I needed to just get away from the noise, people, sights and sounds of it all.  I have been in an amazing art show with great artists that I can talk with about what it is like to do what we do.  I play a card game with two wonderful artists and another I get to jab humor with along with great texting back and forth with.  But I still wanted to find a place to just get into me, so after a long hike I found a perfect little spot.  My very own quiet meadow to lie-down in and dream.

"A TRAVELER"

                                                          "A TRAVELER"
                                                          6x6 oil on panel

I stood and felt the warmth of the setting sun on my back.  The grove of trees lie ahead and from where I was standing couldn't see much further.  Like my life, I wondered what was beyond.  I knew both are parallel to each other and in time, all will be revealed, but for now; it is a conundrum.  After all… I am only a traveler.  (SOLD)

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New Black & White

                                                        "RAINS COMING"
                                                         6X6" oil on wood

I sat at the end of the field and waited.  The sky got darker, the winds picked up and the smell of rain was in the air.  I got out of there just in time for a crazy downpour was crazier so reported on the news.   It took three photos to get what I felt was needed for this painting.  (Sold)

"picking cotton"

Yes I kept the title simple, I did that for I found naming it most difficult after thinking about what this little flower is and its meaning.  I found this steam off the side of a large field with rows and rows of cotton.   I stopped to pick it up with the intent of painting it, in doing this I pricked my finger on the sharp underside of this very soft white fluff of a flower.  Back at my studio I placed the cotton this way and that to see how to light it for the composition I wanted.  I began to think that with this and millions more like it, the fabrics of every conceivable color is spun into amazing everyday things that we use and wear.... Just amazing...  All this said, I return to me pricking my finger and a thought I of "What it must have been like to pick this in the time of hands and all those brothers and sisters in the hot summer fields bending to the earth" ...  Without laboring on my thoughts, I just wanted to perhaps make others stop, if only for a moment to remember the past and all those hands.

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