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Let Me Keep My Distance

3/16/2026

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Let Me Keep My Distance
Let Me Keep My Distance
oil on paper
13.5 x 19 inches
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Let me keep my distance, always, from those 
who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say 
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment, 
and bow their heads. - MARY OLIVER
It is becoming a habit to mindfully curate whose voices (actual voices, words, images, songs) I allow into my little world.  

Somehow it feels extra critical right now to keep tabs on what gets in, then sniff out and banish what isn't helpful.
I like to think there is an ejector seat button right here at my fingertips - and I use it liberally. Mute? Yep. Block? No problem. Delete? Yes please. Invite? Carefully. Accept? With caution. The rain barrel of my psyche is close to full with all the things it can handle with grace. And I know all too well what happens when that barrel overflows - it ain't pretty.

I've noticed many of us asking "how do I?" with respect to the world situation (and how that situation trickles or pours or floods into our towns and neighborhoods).  Perhaps it is different for each of us, what works and what does not. Here is one article I found helpful: https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20260312-nine-tips-to-help-you-cope-during-turbulent-times .

​I'd love to know what is working (and what isn't) in your world, dear readers - maybe our combined compassion and kindness can come up with a plan?
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About the art: beginning with a gesso'd sheet of printer paper (the kind used by artists, not copier paper) I roughed in a basic composition with a brush laden with thinned oil paint. Darks added next to refine the composition (ourside-in) and then the colors on the inner sections (inside-out). Lots of drying time. Then layers (and layers and layers) of progressively thicker oil paint.  I used a palette knife to add texture to the rocks, the water, and the sky, and a rounded stiff-bristled brush to define the clouds. A mysterious landscape from a place I've never been, but might want to hide in from the wild, wild world. 
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The Great Transmutation

2/2/2026

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The Great Transmutation
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The Great Transmutation
oil on cradled wood panel
24 x 36 x 1.5 inches
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may the wind deal kindly with us
may the fire remember our names
may springs flow, rain fall again
may the land grow green, may it swallow our mistakes

we begin the work
may it continue
the great transmutation
may it continue
a new heaven and a new earth
may it continue
may it continue - DIANE DI PRIMA
I find myself seeking solace in mantras.

Chants, of a sort, which my mind can fall into, soothing in their familiarity and rhythm. A pattern of words to return me to my breath, to the present moment, to calm. Di Prima's poem is a grand piece of rhythmic words to refocus on the things we long for and the things we wish to abolish. A reminder of what is good and what is the line in the sand.

Following Dotty Seiter's practice of noticing is a real game-changer for me. A daily morning walk over the same old bridge, across the same vast river, toward the same tall buildings - and yet. And yet with practice there are new things everywhere; good things, bad things, neutral things, but things. Observing is a practice. May it continue.
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​About the art: 'tis the season for revitalizing murdered paintings! Here is yet another brutally bludgeoned piece in which the pattern of the paint-over became the impetus for a new abstract. Following the paint tool me way, WAY out of my usual style and into something dreamlike and surreal. Heaps of layers and glazes on this one. Getting those dark, dark, DARKS was the goal. Oooh la la!
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Burn The Map

1/26/2026

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Burn The Map
oil on wood panel
18 x 24 x .75 inches
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​burn the map. lose the compass. I don't think there is a path out of here. maybe we aren't meant to find an exit to this grief. maybe we are meant to be in relationship with it? - JOHN ROEDEL

I've been looking for a map. A way out of this mess. The path forward. A shortcut around the chaos. The fast bridge over the wide, racing river. Beam me up, Scotty - I am ready to get off this ride.
But that isn't how it works, is it?

And so.
And so.
Um, and so - what then?

Turn and face the monster. Don't stop there! 
Invite it to sit down.
Offer it a cup of coffee.
Maybe chat, ask questions.
Maybe don't - silence is ok, too.

One thing is for sure though. We are living in the time of monsters. And the path is thorny.  Hiding won't help. Slowing down my hurry to get out of this mess might at least let me do some good along the way.

I'd love to know - how are you dealing with the monsters these days?

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About the art: another piece created on top of a murdered painting! For this one I had a composition and palette in mind which allowed me to utilize the underpainting colors to create layers and depth. Roughing in the basic concept over the original art, I allowed the new washes of color to dry thoroughly. New layers added over time, with liberal use of a small rubber wedge to carve back into the paint to keep the lines and geometry of the piece intact. The buildings were created in quick motions with a large brush, resisting the urge to go back into them with small brushes and detail. A final layer of varnish after a long, LONG drying time makes all the colors and darks really sing.
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The Mirror of Our Own Projections

1/12/2026

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The Mirror of Our Own Projections



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​The Mirror of Our Own Projections
oil on paper
18.5 x 18.5 inches
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…for in the lifelong project of understanding ourselves, we are all reluctant visitors to the dusky and desolate haunts of our own nature, where shadows we do not want to meet dwell. But in any human association that has earned the right use the word love, we must be in relationship with both the light and the shadow in ourselves and each other. All authentic relationship is therefore a matter of clear sight — of seeing through the shining pane of the other’s self-concealment and removing the mirror of our own projections. - MARIA POPOVA
How to see others in a world of projection and shadow, self-concealment and desolate haunts - is there a manual for that?

I admit to struggling with this in recent days. My own humanity feels under attack. It becomes easier to be angry and reactive rather than contemplative and compassionate. 

A big sigh.
A deep breath.
A pause.

And so we have come to the time of relationship with shadow.  The shadow parts of ourselves growing monstrous as the light of the world dims, distorting our reflections. The elongated shadows of others make perceptions skewed. It is a funhouse out there, and therefore in here a bit, too. 

Thank goodness for you, dear reader. For art, for books, for singing and for love. Sending big hugs to anyone who needs them. Thank you for being here. xo
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​About the art: This abstract is painted over top of a recently murdered portrait of the Queen of Hearts (see video for the beginning process). The underpainting provided a depth of color and texture to this piece which would have been difficult to attain without it.  The new painting is a color play - deep saturation against light and bright. 
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the obliterated underpainting
And now it is time for the next exchange of questions with the incredibly talented Dotty Seiter!

My next question for Dotty: 
Dessert - what is the sweetest, most decadent and delicious part of your creative life?
dessert

dessert for the poet
as she walks rue saint-denis in montréal
is a mamie clafoutis oh mon dieu croissant,
a classic flaky buttery french pastry
filled with a substantial core
of rich chocolate ganache, 
drizzled with dark chocolate and dusted
with confectioner's sugar.

dessert for the poet 
as she listens to an audio novel while she walks 
her own massachusetts neighborhood
is the italian word fermata,
a word new to her that might never have caught her ear
had she not had a nearly finished draft of a poem
awaiting final tweaks for which fermata becomes
its oh mon dieu croissant!

--dotty seiter

​And (out of order, because that's the way I roll), here's Dotty's question for me:


​When and in what way did writing become a significant element in your life?

Really, I've always been a closeted creative writer, from grade school on. My banking career landed me squarely in concise, technical and analytical writing, which put out the creative fire for a couple of decades. Ugh! When I began painting, the words were a necessity - without them I did not fully inhabit the art. Rather, I kept it at arm's length by not infusing it with words.
​Writing about the art is another trust fall, which I also gleefully do
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I've been following the monks who are walking for peace, and find this so comforting at thiis time.
​ And so I leave you today with their words:


When peace, compassion, and loving-kindness shine in our hearts,
all the barriers that seemed to divide us simply dissolve--
​and what remains is the beautiful truth we might have forgotten: we were never strangers,
only family and friends who hadn’t yet recognized each other.

May you and all beings be well, happy, and at peace.

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Difficult Aspects

10/20/2025

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Difficult Aspects



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Difficult Aspects
oil on wood panel
11 x 14 x .75 inches
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​Art is not just about beauty—it’s a tool for processing, understanding, and confronting difficult aspects of life. Artists use it to communicate real stories, perspectives, and emotions; we engage with it and, through it, connect with culture, history, and identities.  - YAGMUR OZBAY

It cannot be repeated enough - artists must make art right now. 
For me, it seems nearly selfish. Because I truly love creating and it feels like play. But it also forms a vehicle for processing emotions, both for me as the creator and for you, the viewer. And, well, we need all the ways we can to untangle the snarl that is the world around us.

​This video is a lovely little animation of how to use art to get in touch with your emotions and move them through you.

If you're like me, there is a ball of dread, anxiety, unrest, dis-ease inside when I think of our changing country. Painting helps me move that ball. 

I'd love to hear how you're using art (of any kind, including books and movies) to help during these times. Leave a comment below. And here's a hug from me to you. :)
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About the art:  beginning with an old acrylic painting, I slathered on some gesso and then carved through it with a rubber wedge to expose parts of the underpainting and to create texture.  Then, inspired by a sunset photo and the idea of a city hidden in the distance on the horizon, I began laying in swathes of color with a brush and thinned oil paint.  I built the layers on this piece over a number of weeks, seeking dark darks and vibrant  color.  Butcher paper blotting to create sky texture and the trailing path on the lower left.  A tiny brush and RESISTING over-definition for hints of a city.  Chopsticks through paint for more texture.

There are just two more weeks to enter the October Reader Giveaway!  Leave a comment on any blog post this month to be entered.  And please do leave your suggestions for future Reader Giveaways - I take each and every one of them to heart. Thank you!
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Hakken

7/14/2025

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Hakken



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Hakken
(Japanese Werewolf)
pen and ink on wood panel
8 x 12 x .75 inches
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Man is to man either a god or a wolf -Desiderius Erasmus​

I keep returning to werewolves.

Maybe because they are openly very human.  By which I mean they are savage and they know it, and also good and they know it.   Sometimes they are overcome by the moon and do savage things.  But mainly they are just everyday folks like you and like me.
I mean, a werewolf wants to fall in love, to build a life, to raise a family or have an illustrious career (or both), to find peace in the world and to find fulfillment as a being.  She just gets tripped up by the moon sometimes.

On my on-going journey of embracing self-compassion as a lifestyle,  I look my own inner werewolf in the eye daily.  At first I could not.  I could not look at that part of me directly - had to slyly skirt around the side if you know what I mean?  But now I can (usually) look at her with an open mind and an open heart, understand what her triggers (full moons) are and why they are there.  And accept her as a worthy being regardless.
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It isn't always easy, of course.  

It is, however, always messy.

​Werewolves just aren't that neat, and we don't expect them to be. 

About the art:  last week reader Carol mentioned the written description of the art process for these pen and inks on wood panel wasn't exactly clear (my words, not hers, but that's the gist of it) and I agree!  Thank you, Carol, for pointing it out.

So here is a video - soup to nuts, how to do it, and a little animation bonus at the end!

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The July Reader Giveaway continues!  Leave a comment on any blog post this month to be automatically entered to win a piece of original art - free!

​And thanks for reading, subscribing and sharing this blog.  You, dear readers, make this little space sparkle! xo
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Not A Monster

7/7/2025

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Not A Monster


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Not a Monster
pen and ink on wood panel
8 x 12 x .76 inches
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Scooby Doo taught us that the real monsters were always human - UNKNOWN

Last week was monstrous.

Many of us are walking around in a bit of shock, under a layer of grief and with our heads in our hands.  And we must and should give a bit of time to those feelings.  
The shock of the wide world implications of everything going on landed hard with me because of shipping.  

Shipping?  Yep, shipping.

Last month's Reader Giveaway winner is located in Israel.  So Wonder Mike and I wrapped her prize with care, measured and weighed it and went online to get a shipping label.  But no planes (NO PLANES!) are flying to Israel now.  Wait, what?

It is a small thing, not the end of the world (the package will wait patiently until planes fly there again) but it kind of jarred me into awakeness.  The state of things is trickling down to the every day, and systems unraveling, the day-to-day less certain.
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Which sent a flood of awareness coursing over me - all the people whose benefits, jobs, housing, education, food, utilities, medical care and citizenship are at stake now.  First a trickle, then the flood.

​But we see you, human monsters.  We see you and we vote.  We protest, we write letters and send emails and make phone calls.  We see you.  

About the art:  Wonder Mike posed for this one!  The brave little guy had no hesitation about landing in the embrace of this jovial monster.  Beginning with a varnished piece of wood panel, I added black gesso around the sketch of the figure to ground him to the background.  Working from the faces and hands outward, patiently adding each line with a Rotring Tikky Graphic Art pen number 3, filling in with a number 8.  A few white highlights (the dog's face and the monster's teeth) with a Posca paint pen.  Then a coat of varnish over the entire piece to set the ink and protect it from fading.

The July Reader Giveaway begins!  This month's giveaway piece is an oil painting on driftwood from the Olympic Peninsula in Washington state. It is ready to hang, varnished, hanging hardware on the back. approximately 5 x 18 inches.

To enter, leave a comment on any blog post during the month of July.   The winner will be announced on August 4th right here in the blog.

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The Next One Might

6/9/2025

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The Next One Might



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The Next One Might
oil on art board
14 x 18 inches.
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“All artists live in the gap between what they imagine and what they produce; no finished painting ever looks as good as the one I see in my mind, but the next one might.” - BRIAN RUTENBERG
I've been listening to a lot of Brian Rutenberg's Studio Visits on YouTube.

Ok, ok, yes I have listened to them all before.  But I am a slow turtle when it comes to absorbing some information, and listening repeatedly helps knock it into my skull.  Well, sometimes. :)

​Rutenberg doesn't consider himself an abstract painter, but a southern landscape artist. Yet he doesn't paint trees, but treeness.  Oh!

The "abstracts" I paint are generally not abstract paintings - but are instead abstracted landscapes or abstractscapes.  I suppose you could call them gorgeness or forestness or beachness.  The essence of something, without the actual thing.
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But back to the quote at the beginning of this post - I absolutely live in the gap.  What I imagine and what I paint are two different things.  But I am relentlessly determined to have my skills catch up to my dreamscapes. Probably they never will.  But there is always the next one.  Which is a lot like hiking.  What's over the next hill?  Around the bend? Across the stream?  Always curious about what's coming next.  Always willing to go and look.

About the art: beginning with a piece of  art board (donated by my artist husband while he organized his studio space) I roughed in a mottled sky using a palette knife and thinned oil paint.  Using the side of the palette knife and some dark paint, I roughed in a landscape in a V shape with a couple of hills.  Working quickly and abandoning preciousness, I build layers of paint until there was some texture to it.  Grabbing a piece of butcher paper, I pressed it into the paint to lift some of the layers, then pressed the paint-laden paper in other sections, creating a rocky ground look.  Carving back into the paint with a rubber wedge and creating some "treeness", then adding color to those verticals with the palette knife.  Inspired by hikes in the waterfall section of the Columbia River Gorge.

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From The Outside In

4/7/2025

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From The Outside In



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​From The Outside In
oil on packaging paper
13 x 12 inches
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​That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality. - Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation
There is a lot of madness in the world right now.  And there are days where it feels a bit like that madness is trying to colonize all the places where joy resides.  The chaos and confusion and struggle and suffering wants to become the only reality.  Finding a way to balance attention to the outside issues with peace and joy on the inside is a daily practice now.

It helps me to imagine that outer chaos as a monster of sorts - something large and many limbed lurking and wanting to find a way in.  Do I want that living inside of me?  Heck no!  Ignore the fact that a blue tentacled creature draped around me might indeed make me look fabulous.  Future fashion?
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About the art:  well what do you know!  I have a video!   

(if you have trouble with the embedded video, here is a link to the same video on my YouTube channel: 

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Like A Snow Leopard Falling

3/24/2025

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Like A Snow Leopard Falling

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"Like A Snow Leopard Falling" - oil on Yupo,  12 x 19 inches.  This item is unmounted and unframed. (click on the image to purchase)

I recently viewed a video of a snow leopard.  It was chasing its prey (some sort of deer perhaps) and they both ran off the edge of a cliff...the leopard grabbed its prey and held on, I mean held on even as the two tumbled on rocks, over more edges, bouncing and careening to the bottom, where the leopard got to its feet with its jaws still firmly holding on to the other creature.

It was an unsettling video, but also amazing.  What living things can and will do in pursuit of something.  What can be survived in the pursuit of that thing.  What can be endured.  I imagine the snow leopard didn't even do the thing I would have done, which is to look up, pause and think whoa!  I was just waaaaaaay up there, and now I am down here and  ALIVE.


And in a way, I think artists are a bit like that snow leopard, falling in pursuit.
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Really, Lola?  Yep.  Indeed.  Hear me out.

We get this vision in our heads of what is possible.  Maybe just an idea of our own, maybe seeing what others have created or are working on.  And we pursue that idea - relentlessly.  Falling, careening, bouncing, suffering, but hanging on.  Piles of attempted paintings (or pages of words written, or crushed clay or wood pieces, whatever your art may be) and yet we don't pay that any mind - we just keep pursuing.  

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​I​t may take years.  We may feel injured (unmotivated, discouraged, disillusioned) along the way but inevitably we are back at it, trying again and again and again.  We get a little closer.  A little closer still.  And maybe we never actually get our teeth around that vision we're pursuing - but we can smell it, taste it, imagine it so clearly.

Abstract painting is like that, for me.  It is like a snow leopard falling - trusting I will land on my feet at the bottom with the thing in my two hands.  I'm still falling, by the way.  But never mind that - it is so close I can taste it.

​I'd love to hear what you're relentlessly pursuing!  Leave a comment below.  

About the art: beginning with a gesso-primed gallery-wrapped canvas, I pressed leftover wet paint palettes against the canvas over a period of weeks, never mind color, consistency or pattern.  This creates a lovely uncontrived texture and pops of unexpected color coming through the final piece.  Once thoroughly dry, I drew a rough sketch with a wet brush covered in thinned dark paint.  At this point I am not wedded to the composition, just exploring.  Working top to bottom with a palette knife, I applied paint in thick layers, allowing the colors to blend in some places and making sure to preserve a thin line of the dark under sketch at the border of each shape.  Once the neutral base layers were in, some drying time and then the pops of pinks and reds were added.  I carved back through the nearly dry paint with a chopstick, creating trails meandering down the canvas.  Walking away before my neat and tidy side can overwork the textures.

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