Blind contour drawing is the practice of putting a drawing utensil to a piece of paper, covering one’s hand with another piece of paper so the hand is no longer visible, and then drawing an object using a single continual line. The method works to illustrate what is important to the eye. It works because…
The show which opens on Sunday April 2nd at the Avon Free Public Library, is about my creative journey through the last ten years. It is a reflection of how my art and the memories that lie beneath it have been altered by surviving cancer and living through the pandemic. This year I was at…
I sit scrunched down on the old rough boards of the front porch cutting out clothes for my paper doll. My tongue is curled tense against the corner of my mouth trying to be helpful, as I carefully manipulate the stupid blunt-nosed scissors. My thumb keeps getting stuck in the stupid hole, and the stupid…
This small oil was painted over an older image. The surface texture carries the remains of the earlier work, and creates something I like to think of as the territory of the heart. We all carry scars both visible and hidden. This work reflects how the heart carries on working over uneven terrain. We all…
I recently started posting my artwork on Instagram, and have found it to be a sort of memory-lane @ Deja Vu experience. Oils, watercolors, drawings, tesserae pieces, digital images, toons, and doodles, … you name it, they all hang out in my photo library awaiting an opportunity to be shared. When I scroll through them deciding…
Show of Small Works – Opening Night Reception It is a nasty night with snow icing up the roads and windows. The gallery is mobbed, awash with winterized bodies. Like anonymous bundles from Amazon clad in all- weather packaging, they pile up just inside the door, looking stunned by the sheer press of…
Last year at this time I was dithering about what I needed to do before we left for Italy. Granted the prospects of travel were diminishing exponentially every day, as the pandemic took hold of the world. But at that time there was still what we thought might be a sliver of an opportunity, or…
Some time ago, I produced a series of paintings with images of stilt houses clustered together forming small communities banded together for support against various tidal incursions. This large work is the latest in the series. It has been in a semi-finished state for some time, and I have only now finished it. It differs…
The day was slightly misty … a light rain had started to fall. The familiar road lead past an old farm with a wide-open field alive with a flock of crows. They looked particularly spiffy policing the grass in their little black uniforms. There is just something about a flock of crows that draws the…
Here, in the midst of social distancing and isolation where time speeds by slowly, and distorts one’s perception of the future, I sometimes feel as if my brains are leaking out and becoming something like gnarly gnats only more passive aggressive. Those things I ought to do but don’t, those projects partly started and never…