River Garden Studio

a call to the sunrise

High on a mountain and deep in the Himalayan mountains a villager blows his horn... "a call to the sunrise."  

All the creatures with wings take flight as his music dances through the air.

The misty forest behind our home calls to the sunrise to take away the fog.

Hanging from the maple, glass wind chimes give us music that tinkle as the sun tries to break through.

Cedar waxwing warm themselves in a streak of new light.

 

A design made by mankind symbolizes wings.

Egrets awake and fly across subtle, golden fields...

and I am ready to work...

...on the beginnings of a new assemblage. 

A flicker faces the east...

and what used to be a lush clematis rests until spring...

today I paint ... my brush heavy with color...

a call to sunrise.

emergence

This weekend a new kind of art emerged from within.  I have wanted to make an assemblage for so long.  I have collected, purchased and displayed old objects just for this purpose, but I never had the courage to begin.  

With the change of the season I knew it was time.  I found a word I liked, a beat up tin box, some mosaic images, a metal butterfly and I was ready.  My husband got out his Dremel, bought me some small drill bits, new glue and it was time to construct.

I call this piece "emergence" in honor of the beginning of  a new artistic challenge.  

Beauty emerges from that which is old.   Patterns emerge from the past. Happiness emerges from creating. Art emerges from the soul.

Below is a collection/collage from this moment in time.  A new mosaic, the beginning of a painting, a lovely card and gift from Lynne... a closer look will allow you to read the labels...

I still savor the notes I took from hearing Nick Bantock in October.

This little tablet goes with me everywhere.  

And my Sunstone mosaic.   A few weeks ago I began an Art Club after school on Thursdays.  At first I wouldn't commit, as I wanted to get home to work on projects. But  a sweet "mom" talked me into it.  I got out my glass and stones and the eight girls brought wood and their own glass, rocks, shells and stones.  

Their work has just begun, but I know it will be beautiful.  I wanted to finish mine to show them how a finished product looks.  The mom who talked me into the club, stays and helps, and has a beautiful talent herself.  Two other moms came too and each are making their own mosaic.  I just get home about a half an hour later and it is well worth it...

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving...  Roxanne

remnants

As colors fade in the garden and in the landscapes that are part of my world I am sad.

But the sun is inviting, she says, "come into the garden" ... and my statue gives me a half smile.

 

An image in an outside mirror, blue sky and branches, a cross ...

 

Remnants of autumn.  More finished journal pages.

 

The birch trees say: "notice me, I am still beautiful..."

and foxglove is still green, grown from seed and ready to bloom next spring... my favorite flower.

treasures, sun stones ... sketches and collage... together in my open doors journal... now almost finished.

Notice the subtle beauty. The light. The branches.

A timeless woman dances with her rattles at the garden gate.

And life is good......