“Let’s swim to the moon Let’s climb through the tide Surrender to the waiting worlds That lap against our side” —Jim Morrison
This one was based on a figure in a dream. It didn't look like this, of course, but it was a starting point. The figure was empty, an outline, like a large frame inside the water, with the current moving back and forth, and there was someone in a boat trying to make its way through it. That said, I don't really get into traditional dream analysis, but I do try to honor the images one way or another—as I see it, they are gifts of the imagination, and you don't always get/remember them. This general figure shows up a lot in my work these days.
“Psychogeography” (with Astrocytes)
36x48” oil on canvas
Her Chariot Awakes
24x36”, oil on canvas, 2018
Warrior (I Contain Multitudes)
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
20x28” oil on canvas
"Unhurt, Unstruck, and Unbeaten"
30x40" Oil on Canvas, August 2019
This flowy painting was inspired by the shapes of the ventricles and atria of the human heart. I'm fascinated by the concept of providing a visual language to the unconscious parts of ourselves...and what are more unconscious symbols than the cells and organs of our bodies? They do their vital work no matter how awake or asleep we are—in fact, we usually only consider them when they bring us some sort of pain/difficulty. (Then we are annoyed and grateful for them at once.)
In Sanscrit, the heart chakra is called Anahata, which translates to "Unhurt, Unstruck, and Unbeaten" in English. The heart, as they say, is its own drum...perhaps thats why I resonate with the unbeaten idea: no one else can beat yours for you, no matter what. And of all the organs, as far as I know, its the only one that makes consistent sound (at least that I've heard recorded.) Maybe that's why we say: "Listen to your heart?" (I live in a world of metaphor so it makes sense to me!)
And also...love wins.
“The past is prologue.”—William Shakespeare
18x18” Oil on Canvas, 2018
24x28" Oil on Canvas August, 2019
“Both light and shadow are the dance of love.”—Rumi
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
"Northern Light" 24x36" oil on canvas
Painted after a trip to Northern Norway, Summer 2017.
“Mirrors Should Think Longer Before They Reflect”—Jean Cocteau