In One Weeks Time...

The quick van Gogh sketching was fantastic... 

meet my Patience Escalier.

The encaustic studio time was magnificent...

Mental Armor

[aka...a neurological survival tactic]

The detail...

a work in process...

encaustic wax

pigment

oil paint

stabilo marker

printmaking paper

rusted wire

rock

A donation piece for Thirsting for A Cure 2015.

The autumn rain snuck in early.

The installation offered an invite.

The makeshift fireplace sufficed.

The sun lifted.

The clawfoot tub once again satisfied.

The corner of the windowsill caught some light.

The evening stroll began.

The weather was good.

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And I discovered this...

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Back in the studio I go.

Floating • Inspiring Autumn

Summer Feet + Many Summer Things = ...

To see the summer sky 
is poetry, 

though never in a book it lie

—
true poems flee—


Emily Dickinson, c.1879

My summer...

I have spent many hours 

sitting 

in this front porch turquoise chair...

sometimes sketching van Gogh in thirty minutes or less.

[marker, sharpie, oil sticks & mineral spirits, q-tips]

I gave it the title, 

Someone stole her beer so now she's even more depressed.

The sun

sneaks in.

An evening stroll down the hill.

August leaf drop.

Visitors.

Invaluable time spent.

Handstands with friends.

Summer in the city.

Riding the MAX.

Interesting compositions.

Cycling in the Columbia Gorge,

this has to be the greenest place on earth.

Bridge of the Gods.

A light summer shower = slippery cycling on the bridge.

Secret spots in the forest...

where I do quiet things...

things that soothe my temperament...

things that allow my breath to

replenish...

things like this.

Sailboat summer

breakfast.

Sailing + Dawn = a new relationship, lots to learn.

Gorge paddling on the Columbia River.

City kayaking on the Columbia River.

Ya know...

Now that I have all this listed I realized...

this is a typical summer week.

Once the rain sets in in autumn...

I will retreat indoors...

sorta.

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A donation for Vashon Allied Arts on Vashon Island, WA.

Autumn = time to get back to making art.

[but that's not quite here yet]

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In the Present Moment

I try to breathe.

And ...I try to breathe.

I stare at my old thesis work.

(now crunched and wedged between the house and a bush)

I notice that the wire I've allowed to rust 

simulates the wood pile.

I take a closer look.

I see that the moon needs dusting...

and wonder what those markings symbolize on that bell.

I get distracted thinking that once I thought

I understood...

but realize I may never fully comprehend.

I attempt to be...

back in the moment.

and breathe.

(and create)

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(while listening to this)...

CO, OR, WA. Other Peoples Dogs. Art.

5:30am flight to Denver.

Into the canyon.

 Apron illustration.

Canyon view.

Solar twinkle light lanterns.

KOMBUCHA!

Giant paws of...

Henry.

Sitting on the border of 

Oregon & Washington over the foggy Columbia River.

Sailboat hatch.

Sailor Matilda.

Transporting art.

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and this...