Doing the Self Portrait Fridays has been an interesting journey in acceptance and peace with and of myself. Acceptance of the changes in myself and being able to look at a picture of me and saying, " that's me and it is just fine. " I could stop doing the portraits but I feel I am growing as a person and loving myself. I think I will continue for awhile longer. Peace with me. Happy weekend, everyone!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Just Me
Doing the Self Portrait Fridays has been an interesting journey in acceptance and peace with and of myself. Acceptance of the changes in myself and being able to look at a picture of me and saying, " that's me and it is just fine. " I could stop doing the portraits but I feel I am growing as a person and loving myself. I think I will continue for awhile longer. Peace with me. Happy weekend, everyone!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Studio Work Day
A new work in colored pencil and marker in my " TV sketchbook ". I like that it has houses a common and recurring theme in my work and I particularly like the colors. One of these days I may even have to begin to title some of these pieces! 
My hard working studio companions, well at least two of the three. They love it when I work out there and they can snooze. They will like it even better when the heat is turned on.
On another note, I have been in a funk all day with the loss of my friend Rusty. I remember our last visit and the kiss I planted on her cheek. I knew it was near the end/beginning for her and suddenly Port Townsend just seems a whole lot empty without her. I can not even imagine the loss her son David feels. They were inseparable. I think in my own life I need to love everyone a little more openly, a little more often and a lot more stronger. I just want to hold onto everybody.
My hard working studio companions, well at least two of the three. They love it when I work out there and they can snooze. They will like it even better when the heat is turned on.
On another note, I have been in a funk all day with the loss of my friend Rusty. I remember our last visit and the kiss I planted on her cheek. I knew it was near the end/beginning for her and suddenly Port Townsend just seems a whole lot empty without her. I can not even imagine the loss her son David feels. They were inseparable. I think in my own life I need to love everyone a little more openly, a little more often and a lot more stronger. I just want to hold onto everybody.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Winds blow in Port Townsend
and I see all of us
on long, long tethers
blithely floating
out over the bay.
The gulls are astonished
(even an eagle or two)
outraged at this invasion.
Because of the leash laws
our dogs anchor us
to familiar yards and hedges.
They will not let us go.
We are their faithful companions
and they cannot afford the fines for strays.
Let’s make a day of it,
blowing kisses and bobbing
at the end of our lines.
O, it is fine up here
when the wind blows
in Port Townsend.
by Rusty North
Rusty North passed away on Sunday at the age of 88. She was one of the most inspirational and incredible women I have ever been honored to know. Artist, poet, mother,publisher, friend and someone I will miss terribly as she passes from my life. Memories will linger, her wisdom has become a part of me but I will feel her loss often.She was one of the first people I met when I came to live in Port Townsend. She was my elder in Quaker meetings. She encouraged my painting and my work. She always found time to see my art shows, to comment on my paintings. Many were the afternoons I spent sipping tea with honey in her kitchen, listening to the fire in the big old wood stove, watching her use her small press to print chap books of poetry. I will miss her but I am a richer person for having known her and having been able to call her friend.
and I see all of us
on long, long tethers
blithely floating
out over the bay.
The gulls are astonished
(even an eagle or two)
outraged at this invasion.
Because of the leash laws
our dogs anchor us
to familiar yards and hedges.
They will not let us go.
We are their faithful companions
and they cannot afford the fines for strays.
Let’s make a day of it,
blowing kisses and bobbing
at the end of our lines.
O, it is fine up here
when the wind blows
in Port Townsend.
by Rusty North
Rusty North passed away on Sunday at the age of 88. She was one of the most inspirational and incredible women I have ever been honored to know. Artist, poet, mother,publisher, friend and someone I will miss terribly as she passes from my life. Memories will linger, her wisdom has become a part of me but I will feel her loss often.She was one of the first people I met when I came to live in Port Townsend. She was my elder in Quaker meetings. She encouraged my painting and my work. She always found time to see my art shows, to comment on my paintings. Many were the afternoons I spent sipping tea with honey in her kitchen, listening to the fire in the big old wood stove, watching her use her small press to print chap books of poetry. I will miss her but I am a richer person for having known her and having been able to call her friend.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Corn Roast
Today, on this fine Sunday afternoon; we went to a corn roast at Heather and Greg Reseck's farm. This is the end result of fresh corn roasted in a stone lined pit. Pretty to look at and wonderful to eat. Such a pretty afternoon and a wonderfully tranquil spot. You could smell fall in the air and the rainy season hovering right around the corner.
A beautiful feather that I found outside the hay barn's doors. I think it looks like a hawk's feather but then maybe it is from an owl of some sort. I did not see any birds in the barn itself and still wonder what pretty fellow lost this feather which I made Phil carry in his breast pocket so I could press it into a journal.
It was a peaceful, relaxing afternoon before the busyness of the coming week.
A beautiful feather that I found outside the hay barn's doors. I think it looks like a hawk's feather but then maybe it is from an owl of some sort. I did not see any birds in the barn itself and still wonder what pretty fellow lost this feather which I made Phil carry in his breast pocket so I could press it into a journal.
It was a peaceful, relaxing afternoon before the busyness of the coming week.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Friday Rolls Around
It is that time of the week when I
take a picture of myself and call it a portrait. This time I have a picture of me taking a picture in the bathroom mirror. I like the religious iconography I have on the walls of the bathroom. Made by friends or found in Mexico, it gives me pleasure to look at them. Phil says every time he uses the bathroom; he feels like he is in a shrine! That makes me laugh heartily, even at this moment; I am smiling!
The purple painting behind me I did of a traditional english folk art, canal florals and it is done on a refinished wine case lid.
I have no great insights to offer this week but I am wearing one of my favorite shirts in the portrait made of over dyed bark cloth fabric by my friend Katya who now has a shop upstairs from me.
Good night sweet friends until I write again!
take a picture of myself and call it a portrait. This time I have a picture of me taking a picture in the bathroom mirror. I like the religious iconography I have on the walls of the bathroom. Made by friends or found in Mexico, it gives me pleasure to look at them. Phil says every time he uses the bathroom; he feels like he is in a shrine! That makes me laugh heartily, even at this moment; I am smiling!
The purple painting behind me I did of a traditional english folk art, canal florals and it is done on a refinished wine case lid.
I have no great insights to offer this week but I am wearing one of my favorite shirts in the portrait made of over dyed bark cloth fabric by my friend Katya who now has a shop upstairs from me.
Good night sweet friends until I write again!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The Magic of Early Fall
It is an early fall here in spite of the calendar's date and it feels magical. The air has an edge of coolness to it and the sky fills between rains with the fluffy full clouds that I usually see in November. I feel relieved to have survived the heat of the summer, the down and dirty dog days of August and rejoice at the change in seasons. Energized! Can you feel it where you live? This sky greeted me outside tonight just as we finished dinner using fresh cucumbers and grape tomatoes from summer's bounty.
In this early fall between rain and windstorms; dandelions are making their last fluffy stands, spreading their beautiful yellowness to hide until next spring. gather them and make wishes before they send their fluttery seeds on their way!
This annual plant nestles in the corner by my studio door and bravely reaches out for the sun. Perhaps she will get enough light to finish her bloom for this summer and turn a wonderful pink-raspberry color. I love the shape of her leaves and think they will find their way into a drawing or a charm.
Jacob preparing his flying termite basher for the evening's hunt. I point them out, Daisy follows us and Jacob bashes them. They are everywhere and make a satisfying THWICK when you knock them from the sky. Daisy likes to eat them. Mmmm... special doggie treats!
Ripening tomatoes on the vine in a flower pot on the porch. These will probably not finish their journey to ripeness anymore this year but I will enjoy the feast both visual and physical these beauties will give me.
The beautiful evening sky as clouds begin to drift in over the Olympics. Dreamy, fluffy and just barely a whisper of pink coloring.
Blessed be the season's changes and in the haste of my daily life and your days too, may we never fail to notice the beauty that is just outside our windows and inside our souls.
In this early fall between rain and windstorms; dandelions are making their last fluffy stands, spreading their beautiful yellowness to hide until next spring. gather them and make wishes before they send their fluttery seeds on their way!
This annual plant nestles in the corner by my studio door and bravely reaches out for the sun. Perhaps she will get enough light to finish her bloom for this summer and turn a wonderful pink-raspberry color. I love the shape of her leaves and think they will find their way into a drawing or a charm.
Jacob preparing his flying termite basher for the evening's hunt. I point them out, Daisy follows us and Jacob bashes them. They are everywhere and make a satisfying THWICK when you knock them from the sky. Daisy likes to eat them. Mmmm... special doggie treats!
Ripening tomatoes on the vine in a flower pot on the porch. These will probably not finish their journey to ripeness anymore this year but I will enjoy the feast both visual and physical these beauties will give me.
The beautiful evening sky as clouds begin to drift in over the Olympics. Dreamy, fluffy and just barely a whisper of pink coloring.
Blessed be the season's changes and in the haste of my daily life and your days too, may we never fail to notice the beauty that is just outside our windows and inside our souls.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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