Each Day Empties and Nothing is Lost or Forgotten

Each Day Empties

Nothing is Lost or Forgotten

"Each Day Empties" and "Nothing is Lost or Forgotten" - acrylic on wood panel (plywood, uncradled) 10" x 12" and 7" x 5", respectively.  Available here and at Artfinder.

Possibility is the secret heart of time.  On its outer surface time is vulnerable to transience.  Regardless of its sadness or beauty, each day empties and vanishes.  In its deeper heart, time is transfiguration.  Time minds possibility and makes sure that nothing is lost or forgotten.  - JOHN O'DONOHUE, Anam Cara.

Where has the month gone?

Four weeks of color studies are coming to an end, and I feel like I was just getting started.  From earth to air to fire to water, Pauline Agnew has taken one set of paints and given us the keys to the color kingdom!  I will take up residence there for a while, converting our small tubes to big tubs.  

Meanwhile, out in the world, there is shaking and buzzing, the sight of my sisters (from a safe distance) and the considered contemplation of how to do things in a new reality.  But not yet...Portland is still "closed."  

Five days of caterwauling continues on Facebook and Instagram (are your ears on fire yet?) as we approach the big closing number with Gin Blische on Friday.  The malarkey meter is glowing red, and the top is about to explode!  Just the way I like it.  I wonder what June will bring?

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About the art - many layers of acrylic paint in the color palette of the incredible Joan Mitchell, applied with as wide a variety of tools as possible.  Allowing the composition to reveal itself, and then following the clues left by the muse.  Thank goodness she left one or two for me to follow. :)