August Quietude

In the painting studio

A little clothes sewing from Tina Givens wonderful patterns

And August art daily is wrapping up.

Late Summer

I'd like to be like the French and just retreat for August, maybe to the sea or mountains. I'm not picky. But for now, I'll just stitch and continue to make stuff.

SAQA dream collection 'Stitch'

The stitch is the thing! I love hand work, and when I see it on a quilt, it's big points. All of these lovelies are included in SAQA's upcoming fund raising auction, taking place in September.

Here's a link to the whole collection. Beautiful work

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The beauty of it all

Just some visual wonderment of this season of changes..

And a ma duck came to roost for a while..

Emily Dickinson

Today is the anniversary of Emily Dickinson's death. I read her verse, and love her evocations of the human emotions and her penchant for wearing white.

This is a throw back painting I did in the '80's in a life painting class at CSULB.

They shut me up in Prose – As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet – Because they liked me "still" – Still! Could themself have peeped – And seen my Brain – go round – They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason – in the Pound –

Emily Dickinson, c. 1862

DAily PaGes

I am making marks daily, or trying to. Finding something that I've lost along the way. Searching for a light at the end of a long tunnel.

Easter weekend

Spring at last

Color is happening...

Small things in the garden too..

“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” 

― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

Color is coming

Hopefully!
But there is still snow on the ground. 'Tis ok.

And a little montage of the work going on..most pieces are available in my Etsy shop.

Spring

BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

To what purpose, April, do you return again?

Beauty is not enough.

You can no longer quiet me with the redness

Of little leaves opening stickily.

I know what I know.

The sun is hot on my neck as I observe

The spikes of the crocus.

The smell of the earth is good.

It is apparent that there is no death.

But what does that signify?

Not only under ground are the brains of men

Eaten by maggots.

Life in itself

Is nothing,

An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.

It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,

April

Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

winter wanderings

The guide

The Guide  mixed media on canvas 30x30"

January here it is.

"Lazarus IV" will be delivered to the University of Mary Washington's art gallery tomorrow for the show "Mid-Atlantic New Paintings". Opening is 23 January, 2014 5-7pm. Fredericksburg Va.

Farewell

New life

Year's end

Farewell, adieu, rebirth

Silent night

Blue hour

Threads of feeling

A bit of snow