Monday, August 14, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
One Thousand Fallen Dreams #1
Fabric of Life: torn...worn thread bare
Digital Sketch: Heart Matters
...what is it about timing...TIMING!!
...is everything just timing?
and what of follow your heart...and to yours be true?
U did...and she as well, and they do...and i have tried.
just brushstrokes and broken texts,
place yours here...and others there.
is it just timing
that our silent heartsounds go unheard?
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
This is one of the original concept sketches for the painting posted previously. It centers around the sense of loss resulting from the inability to communicate with my mother after she developed Alzheimers.
I was going through a particularly difficult time personally, and longed to be able to have just one more mother daughter conversation with her...a mother's perspective and advice.
The womb shaped oval...now vacant, representing birth...nurturing...motherhood. It is intersected by a single flat line...the loss of activity and no longer able to communicate. The two bold black strokes represent the barriers that have now come between us.
To the right in the painting is a sphere of colour which falls away to dust...the sphere representing all the energy, thoughts and questions in my head.... longing to be able to talk things over just once more. The light in the surrounding blue skies, and the tiny cross sitting at the end of the line, show her growing ever closer to her final destination.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Tuscany Cloudburst on Sunflower Fields
Acrylic and Venetian Plaster on Canvas
The inspiration for this piece came after seeing the opening credits from a movie last summer. The camera shot from high atop a hill overlooking a field of sunflowers. From a distance the flowers appeared as one solid brushstroke of yellow. It was not until the camera zoomed in that it became apparent what lay in the field below. The clouds hung low, suspended in mid air...my imagination captured the shower and imagines the rainbow that was to follow.