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?  

Word-Art Opening


On Ancient Wings
– 1
6″ x 20″ x 1″ – acrylic/mixed media on wood panel

Tonight is the opening of the 4th semi-annual Word-Art show at the Gallery on the Green in Canton, CT.  Once again, I had the honor of working with my dear friend, Karen Jasper, who wrote the poem “Wounded Bird” in response to my painting, “On  Ancient Wings.”  The show runs through April 12, with an evening of readings on Saturday, April 4 at 7:30.


Wounded Bird


Part 1

A swallow can fly miles, from treetop to ocean cliff,
The wind’s undertow buoyantly gliding her
To a resting place warm with possibility.

She is free, lifted higher by duty and family,
Not a thought outside of weather and wind,
Acceptance and choice safely within her span.

But then, jolted in flight,
her heart pumped deep
And she is transformed,

The unknown and unfamiliar
In that very moment,
A broken wing reclaiming

Something lost and ancient
Spiraling deep and desperate
Into the habitat of hidden.

Some species heal their wings
In solitude, licking and lying
In a nest of thin twigs

Healing from within
Until they can fly again,
To and from home.

But other species do not heal
And they tuck that wing
Underneath themselves,

Landlocked and less,
The natural order
Injured inside and out.

That species will push on
Practicing, praying, pretending
That wings are but a crutch;

Meanwhile hoping that reverse gravity
May rocket them up and open them wide,
Heedfully whole to fly again.

Part 2 (My Side)

 I fly from necessity

Hovering over leafy trees and endless water,

Following an inestimable path from home

Only to return again,

Where I’ll find my roots and rhythm

Deeply tucked in grainy sand.

I do not question why I do this–

This destiny of family and fate–

What I cannot fathom I will not change.

My twelve feather tail and meager wing span

Weigh in below two ounces,

 Not enough for my survival

And yet I maneuver and endure,

I doggedly sing my song

And tuck my broken wing

Under my expanding and rapid chest

Until I know if

I might fly again.

If I should die here

Unable to lift myself beyond this place

I will fly anyway

Straight to this indomitable future

Where I will be an African River Martin

tending and fending

Reaching still and always,

Weightless in my belief

That I was born for just this moment.

– Karen Jasper

Hurray for Snow!

I know… I’ve been carrying on about wanting it to be springtime with nice warm weather, budding trees and chirping birds.  I still do, but having a snowstorm on a Monday that’s  big enough to keep me home all day is pretty good too.  And here’s what I did with my free day…


I pretty much finished this painting, except for painting the sides of the wood panel.  I don’t know what I’ll call it, but it’s 12″ x 16″ x 1″ acryclic/mixed media.

Then I made a SoulCollage card using John Everett Millais’ The Bridesmaid as a central figure. I’ve always been drawn to this painting, so I decided to use her as a basis for a Committee card, adding some embellishments with paint, crayons and pen.



And that was my Monday, a gift of creative time from Winter, who hasn’t quit yet.  I hope your day was a delightful as mine…

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.




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