Spring Planting

It seems like Spring brings the best art exhibits!  Among these shows is one that has the potential to expand the participating artists’ opportunities. Every year at this time,  Artwell Gallery in Torrington, CT holds their Show for a Show exhibition.  During the show, more than 50 major art museums and galleries from the tri-state region view the submissions and select works and artists to exhibit in their galleries.



 – 24″ x 36″ x 1.5″ – acrylic & ink on wood panel


I have decided to enter Flora, a painting I did for the Girls,Girls, Girls show at the IO gallery last spring.  She didn’t sell and has been hanging on the wall of my office, mesmerizing me with her huge eyes and mysterious beauty.  I almost don’t want to part with her, but…  she may plant some seeds of opportunity for me!


The Show for a Show exhibition runs from April 4 through May 17 with the opening reception on April 4 from 6 – 9 p.m.




Edit – 3/38/09 – I’m also submitting her for Illustration Friday‘s topic, Poise.  She does seem very poised, yes?  

Medusa: It’s Intricate


Medusa – 9″ x 12″ – micron pen/digital color

Whenever I read Greek mythology, I am always intrigued by the intricacies of the gods’ relationships!  This is a drawing I posted a few years ago, along with the story of Medusa.


The Gorgons of Greek mythology were so hideous that the mere sight of them would turn anyone who gazed their way to stone. They were, according to the poet Hesiod, so frighteningly repulsive to the senses that they “were not to be approached and not to be described.” Medusa, the only one of the three who was mortal, was born beautiful with a head of luxuriant, shining hair. The lusty Poseidon took a fancy to her, and disguised as a horse, seduced her in the temple of Athena. Enraged, Athena transformed Medusa into a monster whose most common portrayal shows her once beautiful hair as a mass of writhing snakes.




She is the gypsy

Whose young have rooted

In the very flesh of her scalp.


Her eyes are drill-holes where

Your senses spin, and you are stone

Even as you stand before her.


She opens her lips to speak,

And have you believe.

She has more tongues to deceive


Than you can deafen your ears to.

If you could look away, the voices

From the heads of her vipers


Would be hard to argue.

If you could look away,

The pedestals of your feet might move.


If you could look away, 

The song from the cathedral of her mouth

Would fall to the floor like a lie.


Frieda Hughes (1960 – )

Silver & Gold


work in progress – 12″ x 16″ x 1″ – mixed media on wood

It’s been one of those weeks… and I feel like I’ve had one foot in the twilight zone.  There’s been such a surreal aura around me – weird synchronicities and strange happenings, but somehow I have managed to hold on to my calm center.

Perhaps all the turmoil has stirred up some creativity, because I’ve started a new painting that I hope to finish by the end of the weekend.  The story is evolving… two friends, a secret, who knows?  I guess I’ll have some idea by the time it’s all finished.  I’ll simply let instinct and intuition guide the way.

Here’s what’s I’ve been hearing in my head as I’ve been painting:

Make new friends but keep the old,

One is silver and the other is gold.


– from the Girl Scout song 


2/21 – here’s some progress on the painting, which I worked on yesterday.





I still need to do the background and finish up the detail work on the figures and the foreground, both of which are still rough.  The flowers in the foreground are collaged from paper napkins, a technique I first learned about from my friend Lenna Andrews and more recently was reminded of by Sharon Tomlinson’s  article in Cloth Paper Scissors. I’m going to need to paint them in, but I really love the fine layer they add!



I did a bit more today… I layered on some decorative papers for background texture, and then painted over them.  I also did some more detail work on the figures. Now it’s time to let it sit while I ponder the rest of the background.




Be Present

be present – 10″ x 10″ x 1″ – acrylic/mixed media on wood panel
{from the Mantras & Meditations series – available for purchase in my etsy shop}

To the Moon

Art thou pale for weariness

Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth,

Wandering companionless

Among the stars that have a different birth,–

And ever changing, like a joyless eye

That finds no object worth its constancy?


Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 – 1822)


Climbing, climbing, always wanting more, or something just beyond reach… living for the future… believing in “if only”… not stopping to breathe and see and touch and understand that everything in this moment is perfect and as it should be…




You can

die for it-

an idea,

or the world. People

have done so,



their small bodies be bound

to the stake,


an unforgettable

fury of light. But

this morning,

climbing the familiar hills

in the familiar

fabric of dawn, I thought

of China,

and India

and Europe, and I thought

how the sun


for everyone just

so joyfully

as it rises

under the lashes

of my own eyes, and I thought

I am so many!

What is my name?

What is the name

of the deep breath I would take

over and over

for all of us? Call it

whatever you want, it is

happiness, it is another one

of the ways to enter


– Mary Oliver (1935 – )

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