Paintings | Landscapes

 

There are places that draw the breath out of you, places where the river sweeps through the rocks carving slowly, slowly,

places where the gulls and herons soar below you and the waves eat at the beach and you know that you have stood here before

perhaps in other bodies and you wonder what homage if any, you have paid.

(Excerpt from “Places”, Pentimento)

 

Paintings | Brussels Sprouts

 

Years ago I fell in love with the Brussels sprouts plant and spent 2 ½ years concentrating on it. The plant came to be a symbol of the whole life process: the vibrant young leaves at the top, the sturdy branches loaded with fruit in the middle, and the beauty of the aging leaves. When I get stuck these days I can count on it to get me started again.


 

 

Textiles | Quilts

 

I began quilting in 2005 and find it a fine adjunct to my painting. I am forced to slow down; it’s always possible to rip out a mistake; and I find myself enjoying the more abstract quality of playing with pieces of color and pattern.


Paintings | Russia

 

I first traveled to the Soviet Union in 1983, to see what I could do to breach the dangerous gulf between our countries. I wound up organizing an exchange of exhibitions between Gallery Route One in Point Reyes, CA, and the unofficial artists of Leningrad, now St. Petersburg. It was a great adventure and it got me painting people for the first time. I still spend a month or more with the Russian artists every spring.

(see my book, Off Nevsky Prospect)


Black & White | Russia

 

I first traveled to the Soviet Union in 1983, to see what I could do to breach the dangerous gulf between our countries. I wound up organizing an exchange of exhibitions between Gallery Route One in Point Reyes, CA, and the unofficial artists of Leningrad, now St. Petersburg. It was a great adventure and it got me painting people for the first time. I still spend a month or more with the Russian artists every spring.

(see my book, Off Nevsky Prospect)


Paintings | Fish

From "Six Ways of Looking at a Pike"

...you could wonder all your life
about those dreams that dive
back under the waves as you,
in your morning fog,
try to grab them by the tail,
and you can thank the ones,
surly or not,
that allow you to catch them
in your worn and porous net.

Barbara Hazard, "Wednesday River"


Paintings | Double Boiler

 

One of my fond childhood memories was making brownies with my mother, melting the chocolate and butter in the old double boiler. After my parents died, the double boiler was one of the few things I wanted from their house. This series began when I could not find the bottom part in my cupboard. It began in anger and sadness and morphed into an increasingly playful series. I never did find the bottom of the boiler.


 

 

Paintings | Plants

 

Lists of things undone, misplaced,
hover over the roof,
await me in the kitchen,
but at the moment I am seized by two red blossoms
stretching out from the thicket of vines on the roof – two only,
deep velvety orange-red.

(Excerpt from “Trumpet Vine,” Wednesday River – New Poetry)

 

 

Needlepoint | An Obsession

 

I took up needlepoint to give my hands something to do while waiting for something else to happen, and it has become an obsession of its own.