This is another that has attempted to become many things before this. Lots of layers, lots of semi-aimless choices. But then a couple weeks ago, I came across Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" and something else began to emerge. It's a very long poem, so here are just some of the lines I like (not in order):
I and this mystery, here we stand.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.
I exist as I am. That is enough.
The Sea Inside a Cell
The Sea Inside a Cell/ That’s What Little Girls and Boys Are Made Of
“The past is prologue.”—William Shakespeare
18x18” Oil on Canvas, 2018
Intramural 30x36", oil on canvas
"...and what the soul is, also
I believe I will never quite know.
Though I play at the edges of knowing,
truly I know
our part is not knowing,
but looking, and touching, and loving,
which is the way I walked on,
through the pale-pink morning light."
—from the poem Bone, by Mary Oliver
This painting is part of the "Fractures" series, August 2017
Open Book 2 30x36" oil on canvas
"Fractures well cured make us more strong."—Ralph Waldo Emerson
Part of the "Fractures" series, painted August 2017
OPEN BOOK 24X36" oil on canvas
"The starry vault of heaven is in truth the open book of cosmic projection." —Carl Jung
Part of the "Fractures" series, painted in the month before the year anniversary of my husband's death. There was much thought about creating some sort of "garden" out of those long-broken places (literally and figuratively.)
We Were Never Lost, 24x24" oil on canvas, Sept. 2017
Another from the "Fractures" series. After layers of a painting I tried to make into something else, this emerged. Light in the bones. A sunrise. The title was what I meant to give the drawing underneath. Try as I might, that drawing/painting didn't take. So I returned to my bone motif and found quick healing in that touch of light.
"Midnight Sun" 18x24" oil on masonite
Painted after a trip to Northern Norway, Summer 2017
Bone and Marrow 24x24" oil on canvas
"I was a biography in constant motion, memory to the marrow of my bones." —Phillip Roth
Part of the "Fractures" series, August 2017
"Looks Inside, Awakes" 14x18" oil on canvas
"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes." —Carl Jung
Part of the "Fractures" series, painted August, 2017
"Northern Light" 24x36" oil on canvas
Painted after a trip to Northern Norway, Summer 2017.