thursday

quietly beautiful

I love things that are quietly beautiful. These tiny happy spring flowers that you could easily miss they are so small and their smell is sweet in a whispery sort of way. I think female birds are often more lovely than their showy male counterparts. I like secrets and things that you find by quietly observing. I like subtlety and resonance and things that have no beginning or end.

Hanging

Hanging laundry.

Two pieces in a new series that I am working on.

Loving that today is beautiful and the sky is an endless blue.

playing blocks

Evening

Painting

A drawing that my 3(soon to be 4) year old son and I did together in my sketchbook.

A sketchbook page.

Color

A finished painting. I wish it was four up close paintings. It seems there is too much happening, I might like it better in pieces. What do you think? I used to have a hard time with color, I liked it but always felt it was kind of superfluous, maybe too beautiful, too showy. We have a better relationship now, but it must remember its place.

moving around

Moving things around. Layering. Playing.

Sometimes the possibilities excite me and other times they overwhelm me. Sometimes what I am doing feels important and necessary and other times it feels frivalous.

Good times

The first picnic (outside) and the first ice cream of the season! Welcome spring, we love you, please don't ever leave!

remembering

Sitting

I am so intrigued by the conversations that happen when they are together. I can't help but listen. I almost get a clearer view of who they are as individuals when they are together.

I'd like to see these in person.

Evening Song

The red winged blackbirds ended their day in our tree. Singing their song that always reminds me of a creaky garden gate. This is the best time of year, old friends returning and the anticipation of all the green that is to come.

Also a couple of new paintings I am working on and thinking about.

everywhere

I love the mixture of sad and whimsical. It feels honest to me. I am always wondering where my people live. It never feels right when it is defined, it needs to be anonymous. I think it is because they live everywhere.

Good book: Love That Dog by Sharon Creech

A wonderful artist:Daphne Confar