a winter break is a slice of heaven for me...
time to sleep late
to reflect and starting later today to bask in the glow of family
I have had time to paint...
to texture, tie and to wrap
these are two finished pieces
so different, different sides of me
the tall one is one of a series
"these hills are mine"
the small square one i started last week, (shown on my last post),
it may be part of a series too
They sit on the side of the bath tub (where I display new work)
that faces my studio.
our bedroom, sunroom/studio and bathroom
all are open to eachother with only one wall.
splashes of red make me think of Christmastime
old memories haunt me
during quiet moments on these days
some are beautiful
some are sad
but the new memories are so sweet
I try to live in the moment
new pages in my journal...
hand written notes from my father
in his years as a widower he would sit
and write about philosophy and music
these pages are about transition
into the depth of winter
the absence of color
old love replaced with new love
my brother sent me this photograph...
this is the view from where his new house will stand
the foundation is down now
these are the buildings I painted, snuggled in the yellow hills,
in the painting at the top of this post
this is Issigeac, France...
I hope to go see Greg and Cathy again when their house is finished...
Greg has a new blog here .
to all my old friends and new
and my sweet familly
wishing you a beautiful holiday season
a warm home
"On a clear day... I can see a very long way...."
from Colin Hay
Waiting for my Real Life to Begin