| 24 April, 2018 13:51
my husband and I maintain a significant garden at our house. It is not a large space, maybe 1/4 acre, but filled with a rambling chaotic and in some places quite organized growing.
Yesterday while planting kale, the canyon towhees allerted us to the resident bull snake caught in a mess of bird netting. Horrible stuff bird netting, but we were using it to keep out the cabbage butterflies from destroying our crop of Lacinato Kale(Nero Toscana). Ofcourse this didnt work as I was still picking tiny green catapillars off the leaves. Neverthe less this poor snake was cold and caught and Kevin freed it after a while using very small scissors. I have not seen it today, but I hope it is ok. We need the snake to eat the mice who love our garden as we do.
Besides it is a beautiful snake and we have watched it grow each year and welcomed the spring and warmth that brings it out to hunt.
Also dominating the spring are the babys and their bird parents, particularly the Canyon Towhees.
They are such attentive parents, following their charge around the garden as it explores, maintaining contact by whirring chirps and sharps calls. It gets pretty noisy. I love to watch them hunt, they are pretty fearless and often will scream across the yard.
Another welcome return is the black bee, they fly in and out of our house, around the eaves and trees and flowers, beautiful iridescent black, a black also in the feathers of my companion Tippy, who is now gently talking at my feet. She is an 11 year old hen, still occasionally laying, but mostly helps Kevin with the composting and gardening in general. Except for a boken claw you could not tell her age, I am deeply impressed by her self attention, preening resting hunting for cockroaches, (yay!!!)
Also she took up residence on my chair in the living area this winter and that is where she roosts at night. sigh....I do miss my chair.
Watching the year unfold, unwinding from seed to seedling to leaf, and awesome activity
| 06 May, 2014 13:00
there is a lot to be said for abstraction. I find it frees the mind of constricting paths, allowing for motion to contradict expectations and come up with something familiar and effortless in appearance. and yet I love the form of realism, the richness of ideas that take common color and form and texture on a canvas.
A teacher I respect a great deal once told me I would not make a living as an artist. He was referring to my tendency to be easily influenced by external forces and therefore my goals in each work are very changeable.
but what is the purpose of making a painting or a drawing? I am approaching the age where I no longer care if my work hangs in a gallery or is seen as relevant to someones ideas of art. One thing is certain. I am running out of space to store large works, so small is getting better.
though I find the making of large abstractions satisfying, I am looking for that satisfaction in a smaller way. A 10 year old violin student of mine gave me the name of the above painting, my last large work for a while.
She asked my why abstraction. What is it and how is it done? Great questions.