See the exhibition and my work in this virtual catalog of a real exhibition! I am honored to have been selected by the juror, Saul Drake, to show my large round painting, “The Journey”.
My Little Black Book....
Well, that’s what I called it while working on it, on and off over the past year. Whenever I couldn’t figure out what to do, I would open it up, sharpen my technical pencil, and listen to what was asking to be drawn. I used a 3.5 x 5.5” Moleskin accordion folded sketchbook, which I really loved. One page led to the next, like that game, Exquisite Corpse, that the Surrealists used to play. Take what is on the page before the fold, draw the line from it at the very edge, and close that image to start with the small, new line, and the imagination! Sometimes, a book I was reading influenced what I drew, like the guy falling from the sky, was from Salmon Rushdie’s, Satanic Verses. Those first few images he painted with his words, just stayed with me. Of course, I always have to add a bird, or my dog, but not in the conventional way. As you may know, if you draw, or paint or do anything that is creative, making pasta, whatever… ideas happen while the pencil, paintbrush, or sauce is stewing.
These are some of the ideas that percolated while I was waiting for something else…
March Memories
Just found this little video of a trip to Ireland… my father-land, with my father, in May. It was his birthday on the 8th and my niece Katelyn was at school there, and her birthday was the 14th. We took a ride up to Saul Ireland, which is where St. Patrick landed back in County Down and worked very hard to “chase the snakes out of Ireland”, as I was taught as a child. I rather like snakes and Druids, and i also have respect for others’ religions.
This site is known as the Cradle of Christianity in Ireland. Tradition holds that St Patrick and his companions landed at the mouth of the Slaney river, a few miles from here, in 432AD.
Patrick encountered Dichu, the local chieftain, who gave him a barn for shelter.
The word for barn in Irish was Sabhall, from which we get the anglicised word Saul.
From here Patrick traveled extensively sharing the message of Jesus Christ and he died here on 17th March, 461.
ASSEMBLED... at Mad Rose Gallery January 15 - March 2, 2025
About this assemblage…
Ancient History of Halcyon Days, from the contemporary internet.
The story of Halcyon Days takes us on a journey back to ancient Greece, revealing a tale intertwined with gods, love, and a remarkable bird.This period of calm and sunny weather in the middle of winter has fascinated people for centuries. It traditionally falls around the winter solstice, marked by 14 days of quiet seas. The myth originates from a love story between Alcyone, a goddess, and Ceyx, a mortal king.
Tragedy struck when Ceyx drowned at sea, leading Alcyone to throw herself into the ocean out of despair. Moved by their love, the gods transformed them into birds, ensuring that Aeolus, the god of the winds and Alcyone’s father, would calm the seas so they could nest each year during this time.
As the myth traveled through time and across cultures, the phrase “Halcyon Days” evolved. Initially, it referred specifically to this tranquil period facilitated by the halcyon bird.
However, by the 16th century, its meaning shifted to signify any time of peace and happiness, largely thanks to its use in literature, such as by Shakespeare in “Henry VI.”
Today, “Halcyon Days” symbolizes a time of joy, success, and nostalgia, often evoking memories of youthful summers or particularly blissful periods in the past.
CENTERED .. AT THE BECKET ART CENTER August 2024
I was so pleased to be part of this group exhibition at the BAC!
We had a great turnout!
Here is the corner with my work, and above that the large charcoal drawing I did, with two amazing boys! It is so nice to see the work in a real space outside of my studio. Thanks to the staff there who installed, labeled, invited guests and hosted us all.
A Big Moment....
I was part of an exhibition at the Scranton Museum of Art! Such an honor and affirmation at that time. It still is. I remember the big smile on my father’s face when he walked into the room where my installation was, taking up one whole wall. Seeing the other artists who also worked with bird imagery, some well known, others like me, discovered by Nezka Peifer, the curator at that time.
These cabinets began as a result of seeing a book about the Ghent Altar* with its opening and closing panels, which presented different aspects of a story. I was fascinated by the interactive capability and the concept of looking inside a painting.
This Aves Altar represents an alchemical altar for the transformational process of the psyche or soul. Each stage of the transformational process is symbolized by a bird. The alchemical reference for this series is based upon readings I’ve encountered that describe the five phases of a physical or spiritual transformation. These birds are found in the mythology of many cultures and religions throughout time, illustrating the continual desire of humans to learn from nature in an attempt to explain our own existence. Birds resonate with me; they share the most basic natural human conditions and experiences; the need for food and shelter, survival and care for the family. They can also be interpreted to have much deeper meanings in a poetic sense.
Here is a very basic description of each phase of “The Work”, which is what the transformational process is called in Alchemy. As the viewer, please feel free to bring your own interpretation to each of these.
The Nigredo (Crow) phase is the dark place where our shadows lay. Facing these dark times during life is a valuable and necessary stage for personal and spiritual development. There are times when one must delve deep into the psyche, to confront ones own Shadow. It is a very difficult time. Not necessarily bad, but important to acknowledge.
The Albedo (Swan) is sometimes described as Illumination. It represents a glimpse of something beyond physicality. The second there is awareness of the potential, it disappears. The Swan signifies this stage of transformation because it is white and floats on the surface of the water, above the deep subconscious. The swan being on the surface reminds us that this type of enlightenment is superficial; it is a glimpse of what is, but just one phase and we must dive deeper to continue to work on ever expanding awareness. Venus or Aphrodite is represented here as an ancient symbol of love, which is one of the sensations where we may experience a sense of enlightenment.
Epiphany (Peacock) represents an all‐seeing phase, which is very hard to achieve. It is like an out of body sensation where there is an inner realization of being a part of everything, seeing the colors of the universe all around.
Sacrifice, (Pelican) is the symbol for selflessness. The mother bird was originally thought to be feeding its chicks blood from her own breast, and became a very ancient symbol for sacrifice. This is a relevant stage for any changes to occur, as one must let go in order to grow and change. Feed and care for that which is new so that it may blossom and grow.
Rebirth (Phoenix ). The Phoenix builds a nest which is also its funeral pyre. Setting it on fire by fanning its wings, it cremates itself only to arise anew from the ashes, transformed. Here is the ultimate archetype of a spiritual transformation.
The creative process.
All of the images and learning came to me as I was working on the project, which was also a transformative experience. One example, I found a crow skeleton near my studio door… so of course I had to include that in the Rebirth cabinet. I cast its legs and skull in plaster, and made paper ribs, which I was just not patient enough to cast and not break the plaster! The large egg has the galaxy etched inside of it, and a tiny mirror to reflect the viewers eye when they look in just right!
And then, we start again…..
year of the rabbit
While looking for something to draw in my reference images, came across my “BearCam” image folder, with all the photos of critters who love to visit our yard at night. Bear, Coyote, Fox, and many Rabbits. I’ve done a few paintings from this source, small post cards mostly. This is an actual photo, that I worked on in photoshop, and I may draw it for the pleasure of drawing, but I really love the way it looks on my screen.
Finding my Imagination
These images come from my brush strokes on a palette as I paint something else. So many artists fall in love with their palettes! … I see a form or a face in that random marking, and it becomes a bird, or a dragon. and then more and more and I have a story. Most of the time, I mail them out as postcards as a way to get my work out into the world. Most of the time people like them, and other times, they are probably totally confused!
Prussian Blue Bear, 2022
Hiber Nation
Magic Moment
White Horse
Discovery.
Who Am I?
Circe’s Cave.
Live the Wild Life….
Be Still a Moment
45 x 53”, Charcoal on paper, 2022
Walking down a quiet, wooded path in a snow-covered forest of New Hampshire, I felt I was being watched. Turning, I saw his eyes through the trees. It was a magical moment. He had on a fuzzy winter coat, and off white against the brilliance of the snow. We just watched each other for a few moments, and he nodded his head, and I felt a wonderful lightness.
Back in my studio, I sketched that moment from memory, which I refined over 3 weeks. I mistakenly thought I could just draw a horse as I used to when I was younger and drew them all the time during high-school English classes.
Drawing muscles must be used, and this one was atrophied!
So, I went to a nearby horse farm and sketched a 30-year-old horse who had the desired requirement to just stand still. I met other horses, made my way into the barn, where I could eventually brush them, and I felt their bones and muscles, regaining understanding.
Getting back in the saddle is like getting back into the studio. It takes time to remember my relationship with the animal, the material, how to communicate, to determine where I want to go, and to take a risk. I may get bitten, or fall - but it’s worth those moments when I am still and in the zone.
Start Again....
That’s what it says on my Yoga mat… and when I do get there to practice, I am always starting again. Its time for me to start again at my studio practice as well. I’ve put it aside for over a decade to work at our gallery, supporting artists in their pursuits, and I’ve learned a lot from that experience.
Especially that to be a full time artist is a rare occurrence… no matter what background one is from.
Ways to look at a Black Bird
Pencil on gessoed pine plank. 5 x 11”
I’ve always like this poem by Wallace Stevens. It conjures up the idea that we can see things differently depending upon the state of mind, perspective, experiences, etc.
Here is a link to it: Thirteen Ways to Look at a Blackbird, by Wallace Stevens. 1917