Summer is so voluptuous, ripe in the fruits of the earth. A time of pleasure.This juicy piece winks at fruit of the red palm which reminds me of the Artemis of Ephesus. As a fertility goddess she is covered in breasts.
A man’s fantasy…no one who has ever suffered breast pain during a run or that time of the month would imagine beauty quite like this!
My summer fruits, however, anyone can embrace year round. Voluptuous!
16″h x 12″w
oils on canvas
Celebrating the fertility of the landscape discovered on a hike in the Grand Tetons park.
Begun with watercolors and finished with passages in oil on a stretched gesso canvas that was treated with a proprietary absorbent ground. It was fun trying out different combinations of materials and then…the perfect ground! Because what artists doesn’t have a bit of the mad scientist inside?
20″ x 16″
Oils on prepared canvas
$1,920 with shipping
This one is still drying on my easel. I’ve been hiking throughout California, encountering redwoods, meadows, vineyards. I was remembering a few lines from an Emily Dickinson poem, ” My Cocoon tightens — Colors tease –I’m feeling for the Air –A dim capacity for Wings” as I trailed a partially hidden creek.
24″ x 20″
oil on canvas
$2,200 with shipping and handling
No matter what the weather outside, this will always bring a bit of bright skies and expansive land to mind.
There’s something special about in-betweens, like the shore between land and sea, the twilight between night and day, the shimmering breath between two sets of lips. These hinges that open and close the liminal veils between here and there, this and that. Between kisses.
A Season’s Hinge In Beacon
12″ x 12″
oils on canvas
Perfect scale to hang in some in-between wall space in your office or home.
$700 plus shipping and handling.
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I was so fortunate to spend time in the redwood forests this past week. Despite taking a spill during a particularly steep hike that ended in some minor repelling, it was well worth it.
I find so much inspiration in nature. A slow unfolding of time reveals subtle treasures that are easy to miss when zooming by in a car.
This delightful watercolor was inspired by the memory of the solar eclipse last year.
I’m a total urban dweller, so Emerson and Thoreau have always seemed exotic literary hors d’oeuvres, nibbled delights too rich to dine on. Or too crunchy, like a big bowl of Grape Nuts cereal.
And then there’s last summer’s car trip– a drive down to Oregon with countless other astronomy nerds that inexplicably becames something else entirely. I was in a crowd of people, and I could have been completely alone, swept away on gravitational waves.
No Uncommon Destination
22″ x 30″
watercolor on Arches
First let me just say, Pipo is a saint. Pipo is my stepdad.
I remember that when I was a kid, Pipo loved reading graphic novels. I guess my mom was afraid that my brother and I would gravitate towards reading them instead of the classical fare we were encouraged to study instead, so she ridiculed the genre and anyone “low” enough to read them and then she took them from him. That’s right, TOOK them.
Ie…he let her take them from him. I now think peace at any cost is costly indeed, but those 20/20 lenses of revisionism sure are convenient.
Graphic novels are still deeply embedded in popular culture, but additionally are now recognized for the important art form they are.
One of the things that appeals to me about them is the fact that they, like public art, are not exclusive. I think it’s awesome that writers and visual artists can collaborate to bring stories to life for anyone. No exclusions!
How to comprehend the grand scale of the ocean, its depth and mystery, the union of sky and seas?
I was thinking of sailing, going out on the water before dawn and returning past dusk. The colors of the land like a compass of of color to guide me back to solid earth.
36″ x 24″
Oil on canvas
If you’ve ever felt disconnected or alienated, like I have, remembering the interconnection of all humans through Mitochondrial Eve and Y-Chromosomal Adam is a way back to community. The biosphere really neither loses nor gains matter, it is always recycled so in our cells reside stardust and remnants of all life that preceded us. Even when we don’t feel it, it’s always there.
Back Over Our Shouders
24″H x 36″w
oils on canvas
This one has been on my easel for a while. It started out as a meditation on water reflections I was mesmerized by during a hike. Then as I was looking at a map of where I’d been, it turned into the stripes. Finally the moon, both full and new, emerged with an internal landscape.
The outline of a hiphop dancer evokes the feeling of weightlessness and freedom against the backdrop of a full moon and the stripes of palm fronds against a brightened sky.
12″ x 12″, oils on canvas