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Moved by a myriad of characters, fine acting and resonant stories, a week at the Oregon Shakespeare sends hearts and minds to places which can be hard to frequent in our day to day. Hungry for comprehension of how these … Continue reading →

Arthur Wesley Dow—“If a composition has a soul, then the notan is the doorway to that soul. The greatest gift the notan gives us is access to the underlying energies that drive a composition. Thus, learning about the notan teaches … Continue reading →

What informs? When creating, sources can be anything. (Think various artists–Warhol, Cezanne, Van Gogh, Matisse, Degas, Stella, Sherman, Rothko, Whistler—everyone,  not necessarily in that order) It’s how you choose, filter, combine, edit.  It’s how you let the senses overlap and … Continue reading →

Is your language blue–Peacock hues tinged with yellow shifting to emerald and other greens? Do you see crystalline skies of cerulean and cobalt? Do you swim in cool aquiline waters, flickering with turquoise?  Or do you speak of storms in … Continue reading →

The Winter Olympian– Rattling down an ice tube at 80 miles an hour, sometimes face-first. Or—flying through the air twisting, convulsing, strapped to 5 ft long boards. Or– landing on one 4 inch wide plank from dizzying heights.  Or–Speeding on … Continue reading →

Routine.  Commitments.  Demands.  Expectations.  Results. Our days are intentionally built on these. They make sense–we get stuff done. But remove them and see what else can happen. Easy exploration. No guilt. Creative problem solving.  Quiet looking.  And still—results. SNOW DAYS!! A chance … Continue reading →

For first half of my life “blue” was the answer to the magazine-quiz question “What’s your favorite color?”  Blue–soothing aqua, with its underwater weightlessness. Blue–cerulean to cobalt, hinting at infinity, unless a wayward cloud drifts by, the deeper the blue the … Continue reading →

Our past studio—industrial– LOUD, squealing trains; overpass and docked cargo ships just the other side of the grain elevator, etc.  A gardener maintained a serene space behind corrugated tin—a slice of charm. That last summer the garden spilled to the … Continue reading →

Facing the studio after not. Partial paintings intrigue. Sort of.  What shall they be? No clue. No ideas. Blocked. Facing dinner in the morning. ( I hate making dinner at dinnertime. ) Pork loin thawed—pulled pork? Green chilies, tortillas and … Continue reading →

A New Year, a clean slate—time for a recap, a visit to ye ole stand-by ideas, but ideas that keep fresh the intent of the creative spirit. Starting with the lessons Robert Henri (pronounced Hen-rye), who was a beloved and … Continue reading →