Here we are… how many months now?… home.
Wondering what will happen next.
Waiting for some better news.
The latest series of paintings started in January.
Scribbles first.. then wide strokes of oil paint on canvas.
Six new paintings are going up on the WALLS of Green Kill in Kingston, NY.
I paint in our basement. its taken me a long time to believe that I can paint. That it does matter.
Art helps us all see and feel things differently.
I certainly feel different when I dig in and let go of any idea of what the painting is ‘suppose’ to be.
it is.
it just is
its a painting.
We are still home. Grocery store list near the kitchen door.
Mass grave of gloves, masks, and hand sanitizer.
Tomatoes are green… growing. We asked the wasps to leave. The downpour of summer rain took care of one nest. Little did we know about the one IN THE GROUND.
Ask Marc and Mary about what happened next. Damn yellow jackets!
We adore how she says “last day”. Last Day is any day that is not today.
Today we will walk in the woods.
First we must finish the blue tape table installation.
