Friday, July 25, 2025

renewal as returning and remembering


                          mixed media collage 8x8 inches on watercolor paper

   

 It has been two years since I wrote on this blog that is painting inspired. 

What surprised me in a serendipitous way was that the first post I had made in this blog format, (sistermotherbeloved in 2009) was also at a beginning, when I moved to Bavaria. 

This is interesting to reflect on ....how many beginnings we are given throughout our lives. So many experiences to come to know ourselves, to know what really matters.....

Two years ago I had stepped into a process of painting that would lead me deeper in touch with myself than I could have imagined. 

I'm kind of excited to see myself sitting at this desk, with my new computer from last year that I've hardly touched...maybe it was waiting for this moment, to write again.

It feels that way.

So that process did bring me more in touch with myself and now - yeah, it's just me in the house. Just me in the garden. Just me in the studio. Just me in the kitchen, on the porch, mending the fences where the persistent groundhogs still enter the field garden. Just me, landing more gently. I thought I knew what landing was all about.

There is a returning to myself. To realize I am fun to be with. Maybe this is too personal. 

Well, that's where I'll start. I'm tucked away on Blogger while everyone else is on Substack. That's ok.

 I will find an image to share of the renewal, of the remembering, of the returning. 


Abstraction has called my intuition awake to a new way of expressing myself in paint and collage....I follow where it leads. I ride the bumpy parts of the road. 

I enjoy the flow when I notice that, too.

i'm very grateful to be here, that's for sure.

If my words reach anyone who is a reader, even though it might sound like I am talking to myself....may they feel the gentle whisper of remembering that calls us all back to ourselves, back to what we have aways known matters most in life.

That knowing, that remembering matters now more than ever.



Saturday, January 7, 2023

Anew 2023

I’m feeling the beginning of that next layer of the onion being peeled.

Last year was a wide open door activated by the creative visionary program of Nicholas Wilton.

Now I feel more like a beginner than ever.

I’m aiming for a deeper trust and confidence in myself to take root this year. 

Music of a Wedding Feast

12x12 oil and cold wax on panel 


Saturday, July 9, 2022

Being your self

 


She got my attention

She wanted to be herself
in fact
in awe
She wanted to be me.

I join you now
whole
outside of the false prison of unworthiness.
I have joined you,
without moving an inch.
 
The gift is being opened
it has always had our very own name on it.


Detail of Another Village
18x24 inches
oil and cold wax on canvas 

Thursday, May 12, 2022

The experience

 


I’m watching so many changes happen in my paintings during this CVP course it is often mind boggling- and with each change I get the chance to say “oh I really like this, this really feels like me.” 
That is what this course really serves- each of our personal and unique life expression. 

I really like the yellow ochre and the bits of whatever floating above the structure of whatever below them !! 

It’s a joy to be ourselves. 

Some more thoughts on this process:

A finished painting really is feeling like an artifact of the experience I had painting it.

The decisions
The not knowing 
The play
The choices 
The discomfort 
The wonder of being led from “the inside of the inside” (Thank you Chameli Ardagh for that pointer 💫)
And everything in between - an experience of me.

And to share it——
that’s the bonus feature!
Look what I found !!

12x12 acrylic

Wednesday, March 9, 2022

The Eye of the World’s Heart

All eyes are on the people of Ukraine.

Our hearts are with them daily as we watch and feel from a distance the destruction that is being brought upon their homes and lives as a direct result of unwarranted aggression.

We are moved to help in so many ways. Our prayers call for a miracle to stop the killing and destruction.


Feeling this helplessness in the face of war I turned to what I can do directly to bring my own attention into a place of power. I paint. I brought all I feel into this painting - the crush of the aggressor, the spirit of the Ukraine people, the heart of all humanity, and the eye of the world.

May there be a miracle to end this war in our lives.

May all beings know peace in their lives.







The Freedom Spirit

36x36 oil and cold wax on canvas

Wednesday, December 8, 2021

does completion take form from only one direction?

 



a bit of pondering has come my way again

i worked on this painting yesterday from one direction

when it felt complete

i leaned it up against the wall in another direction 

and i saw a painting that really touched me through and through from yet another direction!


so, i ponder the intention I carry within.

my intention is to reveal what is going to take form as i paint, as i follow my own process.

that sounds a bit wide angled but i think that is how i work at the moment, and since i entered that door into the room of non objective painting. 

my focus is sharpened and yet my tight hold on getting something soon has eased. 

I'm watching what I see on the panel, I am feeling what impulses come my way, I'm not listening to my thinking and I am enjoying the process that color reveals in shape and line. 


it's just a mystery

and i am glad to still be taking part in this mystery of life through paint.

it surprises me and brings joy forward into the room, into the moment.



Sunday, May 17, 2020

The Light of Spring

Painting during the covid 19 Spring

This was a favorite spring landscape painting from my days living in Harris Hollow. 
Plans to hang it, to celebrate Spring - changed. 
Everything was closing up as the virus spread through the world.

I made some changes on the painting in the studio and it quickly entered a dismantling process.

Everything changed - everywhere.

This painting is one visual end point in the process of not knowing, of trusting, of grieving, of staying alert and open.
The light of Spring is still visible in the painting.

The Light of Spring
Cold wax and oil on canvas
34x34