River Garden Studio

new beginnings

With endings there are new beginnings 

 

A week of remembering 

a week of goodbyes

and we are so aware of the cycle of life
 
 

to notice the colors, especially the majenta... the green

 

new beginnings for my sister

  

the flowering tree

and the mountain to the south

 

in the chapels reflection

 

in the views to the west

 

new beginnings and endings

closure in goodbyes to my father
 
 

my children know sadness

 

but then

look at the birds
 

 
 

and I make a new pages in my journals.  

The symbols are from the Sanskrit alphabet 

and mean

everything in our world is right

at this very moment.
 
 

 

the clouds may be dark

 

but the grass will grow

 

the birds have returned

 

we had a beautiful week with my brother

 

and I miss him already

as he flies across the ocean to France.

Yes, it is time for a new beginning.

for art

 

for this land that I love

 

the people I love
 
 

I say goodbye to the winter

and am awed by the sandhill cranes as they take flight.

        

              

In between

In between winter and spring 

 

we lose an hour of precious minutes...

 

In between 

the morning and the afternoon sun 

a light snow falls.

 

In between 

white and color 

subtle changes beckon,

 

 

 

and yellow glass glows 

a vivid backdrop for an african violet,

 

as the sun rises behind it.

 

In between sun and shade 

a favorite view calls again,

 

as it does in every season,

 

and a new collage is completed.

 

all these parts together somehow make up one...

 

In between morning and night 

I transform a little round box.

 

And go out into the courtyard.

 

and collect small samples 

of brick and stone,

metal and string,

and earth and wood

I hide them inside and close the lid

all these parts making up one world...

 

In between winter and spring.
             

march winds

 

March winds blow a new storm in this evening,

 

It was a warm day though,
 

 

As I walked along one of my favorite old roads I feel the new season coming.  IAnd a new season is alive in my life as well.  I live across the river from this spot and from the horses in the field, closer to the mountains.

  

It is amazing to me how little details in a garden make a home.  And can tell you so much about a person who cares for it.  Who steps on a stone, or jumps across it. Who rakes and plants.  Who welcoms the birds and each raindrop.

 

An open gate.

 

And moss covered steps.

The last four photographs were taken in Portland.  

But this little, fat robin is from my own garden.  We are at least a month behind Portland in the coming of spring.  

If you look closely here you can see last years faded cone flowers... I will spread their seeds and in the late summer they will once again be a deep red.

 

Ahhh... my "big teddy"... I brought him over from England when I was a little girl.  I still hug him sometimes, and peace fills my heart.  

 

Inside stacks of paintings are everywhere, spilling out from my studio into our bedroom... everywhere.

 

 

I have been working on finishing touches, copper foil and tiny bits of type added to the sides of a few wider paintings.

 

New envalopes for this week batch of books that I am mailing out... last weeks were different!

 

And they are almost ready, now I just need to attach the beads...

 
If you want to purchase "Song of the River" you can read about it here or read about it on my sidebar. I can't wait to hear what everyone thinks of it!

And last, the beginning of a new project, a fun one, the surface is an old piece of wook... this one just evolves, not planned like my paintings.