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A Tale Worth Telling

5/11/2026

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A Tale Worth Telling
A Tale Worth Telling
oil on Yupo
11 x 18.75 inches (plus a border for framing)
This piece is unmounted and unframed.
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Face it. Curiosity
will not cause us to die--
only lack of it will.
Never to want to see
the other side of the hill
or that improbable country
where living is an idyll
(although a probable hell)
would kill us all.

Only the curious have, if they live, a tale
worth telling at all.- ALASTAIR REID
The other side of the hill. 

It is the elusive thing artists and writers set their sights on every darn day. The next sketch. The painting that stretches our skills. The chapter (or paragraph or sentence) that we reach for - just out of sight but we know (we know!) it is there.

It's the same when Malcolm and I hike, whether it is in the mountains, through the gorge, along the coast - what's over that hill? Around that bend? Beyond the cove? I can't tell you how many times we've discovered things we never thought to see (sea lions, otters, shipwrecks, caves, burn forests, old stoves) by going just a little further.

But I haven't always been this way.
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I spent many years staying in my lane, not wandering, not adventuring, stifling my curiosity because of outside pressures and inside fears. The anxiety of the unknown can be crippling! But not now, not here. I want to have the most incredible tale to tell when all is said and done.

About the art: beginning with a piece of Yupo covered in white gesso, I lightly drew the figure with a small brush and thinned oil paint. I painting a light wash on the background to isolate the figure in the space, then some drying time. Coming in with darks I delineated the helmet, neck area and the basic figure shape. I used a small rubber wedge to carve back through the paint on the neck to expose the white underlayer and create "wires". A wash of golden yellow for the helmet and body, then blues and teals for the "glass" of the helmet faceplate. After more drying, small crushes and all of the tiny details over many, many layers. Finally, more washes of color to create and atmospheric background, then one more go with the small wedge to carve more "wires" around the helmet. This curious bot makes me smile. There is hope in that architectural visage. :)






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Resurrection Is Only For The Strong

4/13/2026

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Resurrection Is Only For The Strong
Resurrection Is Only For The Strong
oil on Yupo
11.75 x 19 inches (plus a border for framing)
This item is unmounted and unframed
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being willing to
start over
again and again
is the opposite
of weakness

it's the toughest
thing I can think of

resurrection is only
for the strong

and you, my love,

you are the strongest
person I have
ever met
​ - JOHN ROEDEL
How many of you have started over?

I'd guess maybe most of us, at some point or another. Roedel's words hit me right in the gut - starting over is the opposite of weakness.  The reinvention of myself has been a constant musical soundtrack to the bulk of my existence. Sometimes I chose to start again. Other times it was forced upon me. Either way, choice or no choice, when you start over, you are brave. You are strong.

It isn't different in your creative life. Beginning again, whether your art or writing was a fail or a success, requires strength. We pour our beings into what we creatively birth into this world. We know what we will face when we choose to begin again, that blank canvas or white page in front of us. We accept the process will take us on a journey - that we may very well feel uplifted or broken on the other side. 
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For each of you looking at that new beginning, be it in life or in art, I salute you. You got this. ​You are the strongest person I have ever met.


​About the art: beginning with a gesso'd piece of Yupo, I roughed in the basic figure shape with thinned oil paint and began working from the outside-in with the background. A long drying time. Next I placed the darks, deliniating shapes and sharp edges. Small brushes and many layers to create depth and texture on the face, hand and skin. Flat color on the wings. A base coat for the hair, then the background again to lighten and lift the color story. Finally, a palette knife and paint to create a thick imposto texture on the hair. And more drying time. This piece has been soulful company in the studio for the last few months. 
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Sometimes We Walk With Others

3/23/2026

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Sometimes We Walk With Others
Sometimes We Walk With Others
oil on paper
14 x 19 inches (plus a small border for framing)
This item is unmounted and unframed.
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sometimes
the rescue
is
not
heroic.
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sometimes
it's simply

another human
sitting beside you

refusing 
to let you

fight
your war
alone.   
- instagram.com/REVIVEYOURROAR
This week I have another story for you.

Wonder Mike and I were walking this past weekend and came upon a woman sitting on a nearby street corner. Her head was in her hands and she was sobbing. 

I stopped, crouched down and asked if she was ok. She said no, she wasn't - that she was so sad. I asked if I could sit with her, she nodded, and so I sat on the sidewalk. I asked if she needed anything, and she replied just someone to listen.  I could do that, and so I did for much of the afternoon.

I could share her story here - her impending homelessness, her trauma, her life of struggles, her loss of love and employment and school. Instead, my thoughts keep going to the people who pretended we were not there: a big truck that parked, running, tailpipe in our faces for twenty minutes despite my attempts to wave it off to idle somewhere else; a lady who decided to mow the lawn all around us, grass flying everywhere; a dozen passersby who never acknowledged us at all.

I thought this is what it feels like to be invisible in our society.  This is what this woman feels like every day.
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It is hard for me to sit and listen without leaping in to offer advice, solutions, opinions, consolation. But sometimes people just want to be seen and heard. So I listened, occasionally reflecting back her own resiliance, her big-heartedness, her long period of suffering, her loneliness, her pain. And I waited, solutions and advice in my pocket, ready to rescue. In the end, when she was no longer crying and was calm, she said she had pills in her bag and had been ready to take drastic measures.

Oh.
My heart.
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Instead, she thanked me for listening, asked me for a hug (which I willingly gave) and decided to go meet a friend and try life again. She just needed someone to listen.

Once again, I learned not everyone wants money, not everyone wants a heroic rescue. People want to be seen and heard. I can do that. 

I also re-learned a lesson from long ago: the bystander has power. The power to do harm by walking by and the power to help by engaging. This is true in a small neighborhood, in a city, in a country and in the wide world.

I leave you with this quote from a big-hearted human being who happens to be a dear, wise friend: 
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It's part of our work as artists and writers to walk with others who make us uncomfortable, who we want to help who we can't help, who we can't help. -  THEA FIORE-BLOOM

About the art: often, when I get a concept sketch just right, I enlarge it  and create a stencil.  This helps me remove the anxiety about reproducing the sketch without losing the parts of it I really like. I did that for this piece, creating a mask of the composition  and painting a loose background layer around the mask (outside-in). Next I began building the layers of the face (inside-out).  After the face took shape, I moved to the hair, hand, clothing and finally the sweet companion bird on her shoulder.  By this point the initial background layer was thoroughly dry, so I darkened and cooled the color with a heavy layer of paint. Finally, I grabbed my favorite small rubber wedge and carved in texture to the wet paint, adding movement and highlights. 
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Also a little animation to see the art come to life. 
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Home Is Where I Want To Be

2/16/2026

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Home Is Where I Want To Be
Home Is Where I Want To Be
oil on canvas
12 x 16 inches
This item is unframed but ready to hang.
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Home is where I want to be

Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun


The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing


Hi yo, I got plenty of time
Hi yo, you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time - THE TALKING HEADS

​So the other night we were rounding up dinner (late, because that's how we roll - dinner around 9 pm) and we hear a knock on the door. It is a houseless. man, carrying a backpack, politely telling us how much he loves our yard signs (FIGHT POVERTY, NOT THE POOR and other expressions of our activism in the world) and he asks if we have any food he could have?  And of course we said yes and put together a sack dinner for him and stuffed some cash in the bag.

As my husband handed the man the bag and explained what was inside (a sandwich, some fruit, a beverage, dessert and some money) the man reached into the bag, pulled out the cash and handed it back, saying "thank you but I can't eat that, you keep it."
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And I was floored.

Because I had made an assumption - that what he really wanted was money (and who could blame him for that?) But all he wanted was what he asked for, and our yard signs let him know we were safe to approach. Whoa.

Now, you might be thinking, Lola, what does that have to do with art?  I am fixin' to tell ya!

That moment of realization - where I saw something I did not expect to see, made a connection I didn't know I would make, felt things I was suprised to feel - that changed me. And that, that is what we hope to do as creatives. To make a moment like that when someone interacts with our art, our words, our writing (dancing, singing, sculpting, sewing, knitting - creating!) - that's everything. 

The man taught me something profound. And I am deely grateful.

 100% of the proceeds from the sale of this painting will go to the Portland Food Project

About the art: another murdered painting becomes reborn into something completely different! With this piece, I felt the urge to create a spontaneous abstracted forest-scape; something reminiscent of our hikes. I didn't think, didn't plan, just began. Once the basic underpainting was completed, I let it dry for a couple of weeks. Coming back in with a palette knife and a couple of brushes, layers were added, texture built up and colors deepened. A simple glimpse of a place maybe my feet have walked. Very satisfying.


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At the ending is a video of how the murder was committed. Oh oh OH!
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The Game Breaks Down

1/5/2026

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The Game Breaks Down
 

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​The Game Breaks Down
oil on Yupo
12 x 19 inches (with a small border for framing)
This item is unmounted and unframed.
(click on the image to purchase)

If all those things -- trust, respect, etiquette -- stop functioning, the rules clash and the game breaks down. - Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore

​Society depends on a number of thin strands of tenuous agreements. For example, I won't go around killing you and yours, and you won't kill me and mine. I won't steal your stuff and you will leave my stuff alone. People don't walk unannounced into each other's homes, kidnap them, lob grenades over fences, redecorate other people's houses and so forth. Well, generally they don't.
Or at least, in the past, it was a rare occurence.

But the gloves seem to be off in the world. Trust, respect, etiquette have stopped functioning at all in much of the online world and even in real life. I cannot count the number of times my eyebrows have raised at what people do not hesitate to do anymore. Including killing humans in boats and kidnapping leaders of other countries. 

So to begin this year I am imagining a world where trust, respect, etiquette are cool again. Where we look upon each other with compassion and curiosity, seeking connection and cooperation instead of annihilation.

And with that thought, a couple of unluckly passengers in the pea green boat working together to cross the stormy seas. 
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About the art: beginning with a piece of gesso'd Yupo, I created a mask in the shape of the critters and boat and painted around them with a thin layer of background paint. I use the mask technique when my hands feel uncoordinated (hello, arthritis!) and I want to be sure to get the composition and placement just right.  Once the initial background layer was dry, I worked exclusively on the characters first, building the layers and details from the heads and faces outward. Then the sail and moon, then the boat.  While those layers dried, more pinks and plums in the sky and movement in the sea. A final layer of detail on the characters and the boat, and one more layer on the background. After a couple weeks of thorough drying, a final layer of varnish over the whole shebang to really make the colors pop. 

The Question Exchange with the amazing Dotty Seiter continues!

Here is my question number three for Dotty, and her gobsmackingly gorgeous response: 

Main Course - if creating was a main course (a sandwich, even!), what would it be and why?



piatto principale

the main course of creating,
according to my poet/artist 

friend's way of thinking,
is not a particular meal or dish but, 
instead,
an actual course--
a flow, 

a pathway, 
a series of illuminating
moments, 

an alchemy, 
a transcendence,
a transformation, 
a lived experience highly
sensory and immediate,
a space outside of time and place,

a threshold consciousness
with which she becomes one,
inhabiting it as it inhabits her,
animated by

generative energy 
and invigorating tension
that resolve at the intersection
of process and product

no matter the process,
no matter the product.

in other words, 
not beef wellington,
not quiche lorraine, 

not shrimp diavolo,
but a life force

that sustains her from the outside in 
and the inside out. 

buon appetito!

--dotty seiter





​And here is Dotty's third question for me,
along with my response in art:


What can you tell me about painting from feeling?
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For this one, an image says it pretty well!
​ A leap off a cliff, a trust fall, but I do it gleefully. 



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While Dotty and I continue our Question Exchange over the coming weeks, a new winner and a new exchange will begin! Congratulations to Diana D. - you're the winner of the December Reader Giveaway! Huzzah! Send a message to me at [email protected] and let me know what method of exchange works best for you. I am looking forward to it!

Many thanks to all who have read, viewed and listened to the Question Exchanges over the last couple of months. Upon reflection, I am certain I personally feel enriched beyond expectation by the entire process!  Anyone who is interested in participating in a future exchange please reach out to me at [email protected] and I'll gladly leap into it with you!

For now, blog comments will be just that - comments! Thank you for them! Your readership and participation make this whole blog space sparkly and so very rewarding! xo
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Do The Thing

6/23/2025

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Do The Thing


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Do The Thing
pen and ink on Yupo
8 x 10 inches
This item is unmounted and unframed
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It’s impossible to be a life-changing presence to some without being a total joke to others. Criticism is proportional to impact.

​​People will criticize you for your successes. They will criticize you for your failures. They will criticize you for acting. They will criticize you for not acting. 
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F*ck the haters. Do the thing. - MARK MANSON
It has been brought to my attention that a number of you creatives are feeling stymied by the situation in the world.  That perhaps your inner critic and naysayer, that finger-wagging shame-ball lobber is telling you not to create.  The inner voice is being a hater, sending you down the toboggan chute of procrastination and inaction.  

​Well,  I have a message (and a permission slip) for YOU!  

(If you have trouble with the video, here is the link to it on YouTube)


Here's a little something to fire up your creativity!

The AI bot recently launched the ability to take your art and animate it.  Whoa!  So the first piece into the animation incubator was Frank-on-skates.  I think the bot did a great job of bringing him to life.

Can you see me rubbing my hands together with glee?  Oh oh OH!  The possibilities!

About the art:  I like to work pen and ink drawings into the mix while layers on oil paintings are drying.  This keeps my hands busy so I don't succumb to the temptation to fuss with the oil paint while it is still damp - it's a real problem, I tell ya!  So this week I wanted to create a piece inspired by attending the NO KINGS protest here in Portland, along with the general sense of frustration and anxiety going on all around.  I'd really like to have this woman's outfit and boots.
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Three Things to Be Truly Happy

12/16/2024

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Cerys (love)




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"Cerys", "Amal" and "Bakari" - oil on copper panel, each 12 x 12 x .25 inches.  These pieces are unframed.  (click on the image to purchase)

They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for. - TOM BODETT
I'm certain I say this every year at this time, but where has the year gone?  ​

It has gone into over 135 paintings, 50 blog posts, a bazillion social media posts, vats of oil paint, gesso and walnut oil.  Dozens of demolished brushes and chopsticks, rolls of paper towels, reams of butcher paper, craft paper, stacks of canvases, Yupo sheets, wood panels and more.  And that's just in the studio!

Here in the blog we've tackled a ton of tough trains of thought sprinkled with malarkey and dappled with hope, exchanged heart-felt words and connected over the waves of cyberspace.
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Amal (work)
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Bakari (hopeful)
​In the wide world, things are tumultuous and still roiling, which sends this introverted turtle scuttling for her shell, mulling what really matters.  Bodett says it well - love, purpose (something to do) and hope.

Perhaps I've stumbled upon some of these things later in life (the last third, as we say here at home), but here they are and holy wow they are gooooooooooooood.  Mmmmm, mmmmm good.  And they are an armor of sorts in a world of anxiety and unrest.  Love, purpose and hope.  A formula for happiness.

This is the final post of 2024 as our wee tiny family will be adventuring for the holidays.  Wishing you and your loves big happiness during the merry season and beyond!

​About the art: continuing my exploration of copper panel as a substrate, and my fascination with helmeted, faceless beings.  Once more embracing a more earthy background with a very modern figure in the foreground, keeping the background soft and the edges of the foreground more crisp.  These are androgynous beings - inviting us to dismiss gender stereotypes.  I'm particularly fond of Amal's beaded neckpiece, Cerys'  outrageous shoulders and Bakari's  dressy white shirt.  This trio has been major good mojo in the studio - more copper coming in 2025. :)

It's the last post of the year, and your final opportunity to enter the December Reader Giveaway!  Leave a comment on any one (or more) of December's posts to be automatically entered to win a piece of original art - FREE!  The winner (or winners) will be announced right here in the blog during the first week of January.  Ready? Set? GO!
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It's Never Like What You Expected

10/21/2024

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"It's Never Like What You Expected" - oil on canvas, 15 x 30 x .75 inches.  This is unframed but ready to hang. (click on the image to purchase)

“No one can tell you what your life is goin to be, can they?

No. 

It's never like what you expected.

Quijada nodded. If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them?”
― CORMAC MCCARTHY, The Crossing
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It's Never Like What You Expected
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If you've never read any Cormac McCarthy, maybe pick up one of his novels and crack it open on a rainy, dismal day.

It's heady reading - exquisite prose, heavy symbolism and themes that make your heart ache.  Sometimes it leaves me weeping.  It always leaves me thinking.  And surprisingly, it  leaves me wanting to be a better painter.  To capture deeper emotions, to reach deep into the viewer and touch something hidden. 

And so the vacant eyes of these silent sentinels under an alien sky remind me to listen, look and feel all around me. Life is never like what you expected - ​the crows remind me to meet life where it is, not where I thought it should be.

About the art:  inspired by our own family of crows, who pose for the camera nearly every day and somehow remain mystical and powerful despite their absolutely ridiculous antics and the silly sounds they make.  Beginning with a gesso'd canvas and a light sketch with a brush and  thinned paint, then slowly working from light to dark.   Alternating between brush, rubber wedge and a squeegee (to get those delicious textures at the bottom of the painting) and between hard and soft edges.  Letting the planets be wonky and wobbly while the center stage crows are crisp and noble.  I think Rocky and Natasha would be pleased.

It is the final week of the October Reader Giveaway!  Leave a comment on any blog post this month to enter.  One (or more) lucky readers will win a piece of original art - FREE!  Now THAT'S a Halloween treat! 
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Matter Yearning for Meaning

8/26/2024

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Matter Yearning For Meaning


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"Matter Yearning For Meaning" - oil on Yupo, 18.5 x 24 inches.  This item is sold unmounted and unframed.  (click on the image to purchase)

Here we are, matter yearning for meaning, each of us a fragile constellation of chemistry and chance hurtling through a cold cosmos that has no accord for our wishes, takes no interest in our dreams. - MARIA POPOVA

There's this thing about aging.  A shift in mind and sense of place in the world that makes very clear what a fragile constellation of chemistry and chance​ we are.  The chemistry of my body and brain is responsible for many wondrous (and a few frustrating) things.  That chemistry can allow feelings of exuberant joy and also deep sadness and fear.
And don't get me started on chance.  Where I am, what I do, who is near to me and how I think about all of it is so much an amalgamation of chance happenings and situations.  We don't choose our parents.  We don't choose our genetic make-up. We don't choose much of anything about the direction of our lives until we near adulthood.  And even then - how much of our choices are truly choice vs a continuation of patterns and paths or completely random encounters and events?
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And so, in a truly happenstance conflagration of chemistry and chance, I recently found myself in a heroic, therapeutic  psilocybin journey which left me even more aware of the fragility of that entire constellation and the brevity of all that is.​  Oh!
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About the art:  continuing an exploration of a mash-up of robot and human as in the ballgown bot series, except this time exposing the vulnerable flesh of humanness with the slight augment of the cyborgian (is that a word?).  The goal with this piece was to embrace the neutrality of the figure coloring and allow the background and the robotic arm pieces to be the only obvious color.  As always, the Yupo allows an easy, relatively rapid layering of oil paint, and also the ability to carve back through it (the background design elements and the artist's signature) to expose a pale pink underpainting.  This piece just oozes strength and bold badassery to me.  Yaaaaasssss please.

Congratulations to Dotty and Marta!  Wonder Mike chose your names at random as winners of the  August Reader Giveaway!  Send your mailing addresses to Wonder Mike at [email protected] and your free art will be shipped to you lickety split!  And thanks so much to all who participated.  A new contest begins next month!  Hooray!
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I Can Do This, I Say

4/29/2024

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I Can Do This, I Say
​"I Can Do This, I Say" - oil on cradled wood panel, 18 x 18 x 1.75 .  Ready to hang. (click on the image to purchase)

So often I dream you’re here and I wake in the middle of a prayer from my muzzled
childhood. Jesus Mary and Joseph, I say, appalled that I’m stuck in 1955 when I need

something profane to see me through. Serrano’s submerged cross. Ginger tea.
The idea that we’re moving between horizons and the Earth is so wise she sends us

Winter and red-tailed hawks when we least expect them. I can do this, I say,
and the planet shifts imperceptibly. From a great distance she appears to be at peace.
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-FROM FIDDLEHEADS BY MAUREEN SEATON



A month of Fiddleheads​ lands us here, with the planet shifting imperceptibly as she/we sees the small beauties in an otherwise difficult life, and knows she can do this.

The things we can do when we think we can do no more astound me.  The pain we can endure, the exquisite joy we can feel wash over and through us even though there is pain.  The beauty we can see in a world bursting with conflict and crisis and chaos.

Winter and red-tailed hawks when we least expect them - yes.   And spring and river otters chirping, wild turkeys calling, crows raucously defending their turf.  I can do this, I say.
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About the art:  beginning with an old acrylic painting and a tub of black gesso, murdering the old painting to make room for the new.  Carving back through the wet gesso to reveal a spot or two of the underpainting color.  For this piece, I used no inspiration image.  Just a color palette and my Planes of the Head mannequin  - https://planesofthehead.com/products.php.  I sketched a basic shape and features with a small brush and some thinned oil paint.  Then the requisite 80 million layers of thin washes - darkening the background, highlighting the face, the flower petals, the hair.  Allowing the texture of the original painting to create a kind of old-world crackling of the skin.  OH!  A walnut-oil laden brush over wet petals to create the dripping effect.  A final layer of Gamvar gloss over the dried painting to make the darks sing.

Congratulations to Sara V.H.!  Wonder Mike selected your name at random as winner of the April Reader Giveaway.  Be on the lookout for your prize package in the mail.  And thanks to all who participated!  Hooray!
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