Thursday, October 30, 2008

Strawbale night study


Years ago, we here at home in Tucson, got a wild and crazy idea to add on a room to our house by in filling the patio, 18' x 18', with straw bale walls. Of course we had to do most of the work ourselves. Of course we weren't qualified. Of course it took at least three years longer than we'd planned. Of course, technically, it's not completed in the interior closet area. However, it is a glorious room and we humbly pat ourselves on our backs for having got this far...and for surviving. Even the little pony wall on the porch hasn't been painted yet.

This view is so comforting and inviting that I love to go outside and stand in front of my studio and stare at the lighting, the strong, thick walls, the beautiful solid wood door with the lovely flagstone on the porch.

Inspired by Silvina's Blog and her gorgeous nocturne, I set to work on this little study. It is 5" x 7" on gessoed panel.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Journal: Cyclamen and the Mud House



Pensive, looking for signs, seeing light in a cloud of darkness:
Waiting.
Write something cheerful. Draw something kind--
of friendly
of real
kind of
hopeful and reminiscent of Ginsberg's
wandering in
"A Supermarket in California"
"...Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour..Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love
past blue automobiles...home to our silent cottage?"
wandering in
to this house made of mud seeking the key to flags of peace flags of reconciliation amidst a country struggling to remain whole.
A cyclamen sitting patiently
waiting out the cycle of human discourse dissent disagreement
voting that come spring there are more leaves more blooms fresh soil
food for the soul good dirt for insulation against the cold imaginings of
unkind of hearts
--mse 10/17/08