Think of yourself as an incandescent power, illuminated perhaps and forever talked to by God and his/her messengers." Brenda Ueland

There are those beautiful moments of illumination. For me those creative
times come unexpectedly with just a tiny glimpse of how immense the
Universe is and how much a part of it we all are.
It happens much more often and with more
expectation at my easel.
And so, I paint.

Summer Solstice!

Summer solstice is such a celebration of blooming lavendar fields, grapes growing in the sun, fruit trees setting their fruit for harvest and clouds billowing up behind the foothills on a late warm afternoon. It is an ancient mark of time when the sun stays longer and the moon lingers white and pale in the daylight. It is the time to venture outside with a camera, paint brush or sketch pad...to discover the perfect composition that waits beyond the bend in the river. It is the time that winter restlessness is forgotten and our creativity sprouts wings.

On The Easel Today

There is a quiet solace in driving through the Blue Mountains in Oregon....snowcapped mountains in the spring and pastures greening up after a harsh winter. It always brings out the artist in me so today is the first sketch that lingers in my memory of last week's trip. Always take the scenic route.

Here in this time are the sacred rivers....the moon and the stars....the sun warmed earth spinning with it's own moon. The design is inconceivable, the workmanship perfection, the creation deligtful. It is in this noticing that the invisible spiritual world and the visible reality comes together. The partnership of creation is the artist's calling.

Blooming planets….hazy fields,

Clouds roll by in lazy reels.

Grass and flowers share the hill,

With birds and bees in noisy thrill.

Fragrance of the tendrilled earth,

Celebrates the splendid birth.

Of pastel pinks and hues of green.

Colors of an artist’s dream.

Blue of sky and clouds of white.

Parade of angels, taking flight.

Seen by those who view the planets,

Writing poems and singing sonnets.

Know the music of each sphere,

Is simply Love becoming clear.

Angel whispers true and real,

Validating what we feel.

If you hear the angels sounding,

Listen to sweet joy abounding.

Wings unfurled and softly flapping,

Sound of heaven’s rhythmic clapping.

They often stomp and shout and cheer.

To hear the magic of the sphere.

Sing and dance with flowers adorn,

Music for the pleasant morn.

Be prepared to laugh and gaze,

Next time you see a springtime haze.

For you have heard an angel’s tune.

Where flowers grow and planet’s bloom.

The promise of seeds.

The promise of tiny seeds that grow into full blooming plants in my garden, is an act of faith and experience. You do the work....prepare the ground, wait patiently and voila', there it is....a garden full of new growth. I think creativity is the same.....you plant a few seeds of ideas that have been dancing in your dreams.....you do the work.....prepare the path with exploring and experimenting and voila'.....a bouquet of flowers on your canvas. The secret is always.....just do it!

A human life is like a single letter of the alphabet!

A human life is like a single letter of the alphabet. It can be meaningless...
or it can be a part of a great meaning. Combined with other lives
and connected to the Universe, we humans cross a threshold of time that is
not present or past, an infinite community. Death cannot be avoided for it is
a part of the cosmic and divine purpose. The better we understand this
journey, the more comfortable we become with our mortal discomfort.