Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Autumn Alchemy - a pairing of fine art with art inspired poems

This weekend my new exhibit will be hung at the Whitney Center for the Arts in the Colt Gallery.
Autumn Alchemy is about change, the cycle of life represented in spirals, the wonders of nature, and abstract expressions honoring all the season brings. This exhibit evolved into a pairing of fine art and poetry from a chance meeting when Jan and Jerry Tuckman  walked into my studio during a First Fridays Artswalk in June. I had tacked up some works in progress to see how the new work might be received. I learned Jerry is quite the wordsmith and poet. We exchanged email over the next several weeks and Jerry named many of my other paintings and sent poems inspired by the works. I was thrilled and asked Jerry to join my exhibit. Since that day we have been collaborating on Autumn Alchemy. 

Sacred Spiral

Sacred Spiral - acrylic on canvas board 24" x 20"
Sacred spiral,
stained glass
(in the richness
of its seashell colors)
all who have been
born . . .
and all
they will
be drawn within,
ride each curve,
round each bend.
As life unfolds.
there is a clear
beginning . . .

but no clear
end . . .

Gerald M. Tuckman 7/28/14 

SHOW DATES:  SEPTEMBER 5-27 2014        

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Grandbaby Love

Sneaking in a photo of my sweet grandbaby, Samantha, among the art photos because frankly, she has stolen my heart. Sometimes when I'm sitting in my studio working out a sketch, waiting for paint to dry or just sipping on a cup of tea, I need a quick look at this sweet baby. She fills my heart with joy. Kate and Joe had some professional photos taken recently by TC Photography and they are all gorgeous, but this one I keep coming back to. It's sooooo Samantha!

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Still Here

I visited my Mom in the nursing home and felt we connected for a moment. Maybe that's not a big deal for most of us, but in this case it's significant. My Mom has been living in a nursing home for the past five years needing around the clock supervision and increasing amounts of care. We're told she hasn't much time left. It's been a rocky road for my Mom and me, but God knows I love her. My Mom is on my mind daily. I let my paint brush convey what words alone can not.

Title - Still Here (as in I'm Still Here) - for my mother.

Mom, I know you are still in there. I can't imagine the frustration of not being able to communicate that at all. But the look in your eyes, even for a moment, let me know you are still here. I love you, Mom.