fine art prints
I started this blog after moving to northern New Mexico from coastal North Carolina. Feeling the loss of my creative community, I started posting works in progress as a way to push myself forward and connect with other writers and painters.
For the first eight months or so I offered original narrative images as weekly image prompt for writers. The Storybook Collaborative pages document the collaborations.
Sadly - for I have enjoyed the adventure, and meeting so many interesting, creative souls - keeping the blog has has taken a back seat to sleep, family, work obligations and the birth of our Mountain daughters. I'd like to get back to it and still hope to one day. Until such time I am delighted by your visit and hope you will leave a comment and come back for more.
Category Archives: ’tis a gift to be simple
A little E.R. poem
I spent a little time in the Emergency Room at St. Vincent’s this morning. They found some pneumonia and I’m at home with good company (Broadus) and antibiotics. It turns out my ER Doc, Jamie Gagan, is a practicing artist … Continue reading
gerard manley hopkins
This is something I painted for Maria Fernanda Sosa, rolled up and carried to Venezuela to deliver to her. I probably owed her some money, I can’t remember now. Or maybe it was because her daughter, Fernanda Sosa, asked for … Continue reading
home again home again
What a treat to have this time. I’ve been living out of a suitcase in a motel while working in Albuquerque on “The Book of Eli”. My co-workers are extraordinarily gifted and easy to be with and the sets are … Continue reading
something new from the art predator, and more…
Lunch-break. The show is winding down and I’m working myself out of a job. That’s the way it works and we are usually ready to be done with the movie at this point, anyway. It never was a calling, just … Continue reading
the (friday) thursday image prompt’
We are a little scrambled here, with days and nights, hearts and minds full with work and children – so I am a little late with this one. But with kids in mind, here is a prompt to make up … Continue reading
I miss the circulating I was doing up until the time I took this movie. Not much time for blogging now, with the arrival of little baby wonderful, and work. Spent the day aging and generally messing up a meth … Continue reading
7/10/08 image prompt
Good morning! Time for work, gotta go. Here’s a picture. Backstory, and more about Ada, later! . praise, by joyce davis (pepek the assassin) . The Condor Soars, by Lirone, on Words that sing . Bystander, by one more believer, … Continue reading
okay, she’s here.
and her name is Ada Corinna Swinton. At least is is now. It’s a working title. Naomi might have other ideas after a few days rest. Ada is healthy and well and is now asleep with her mother.To the many … Continue reading
Pictures of Naomi Swinton and ??? Elizabeth Withnall, our midwife, says to give it a few more days. Meanwhile, we walk, we talk, we romp, we play, we work. We are touched by your thoughts and kindness. And your poetry.
But the signs are saying a new life will be arriving here within the next 24 hours… Thank you all for your warm wishes.
starting a show
I start Wednesday on a movie in pre-production in Santa Fe. It will be my first show since moving to NM. I’ll be helping to make Las Vegas, New Mexico look like Jaurez, Mexico. Not too big a stretch, actually. … Continue reading
process – on the dangers of overpainting
or, how do you know when to stop? I like the life in the first two. It feels like I start to paint the life out in the next two. It is easy to overwork the painting I am focused … Continue reading
a little note of explanation…
…and a picture… the reflection… is anything as it seems? SIZZLE Sigh, child, and sink into the world you know. Let butterflies appear in snow. So what, if the rains come back to Nicaragua? They always do. Would you add … Continue reading
works in progress
Both started from charcoal rubbings. Expect they will both change a lot. Lost my camera so I took these with my laptop. Good only for a rough idea. And, oops! images reversed by laptop camera. Will correct in next take.
an open invitation to write about a painting, or two…
Last week, feeling on the moody side, I posted an image without an accompanying poem or explanation, asking if anyone would like to make up a story to go with the image. Jo of floresence and Oz of ozymandiaz responded … Continue reading
the kiss of the fourth wind
she sits upon a windowsill, a little more, a work in progress
Very much a work in progress…. She sits upon a windowsill and spies a laughing boy, about eleven, barefoot by the water’s edge beneath the tree’s green reaching hands. The canopy throws its color down and lights the shadows with … Continue reading
whereabouts and wanderlust – the rest of the story
Whereabouts and Wanderlust traveled hand in hand. Each one loved the other most and trekked through many lands. Altogether they were happy, blue eyes and blue. Sleeping children brought them flowers, with love, from me to you. And so the … Continue reading
whereabouts and wanderlust
Whereabouts and Wanderlust traveled hand in hand. Each one loved the other most and trekked then many lands. Altogether they were happy blue eyes and blue. Sleeping children brought them flowers, with love, from me to you.
a light dark poem – a rewrite
Sweet sweet engine of mercy, bright flying speck in the sun, tomorrow I’ll be riding a donkey, tomorrow I’ll be on my way home. We will go to the invisible carnival. We will ride the invisible rides. We will not … Continue reading
Transcript Barack Obama’s Speech on Race Published: March 18, 2008 The following is the text as prepared for delivery of Senator Barack Obama’s speech on race in Philadelphia, as provided by his presidential campaign. “We the people, in order to … Continue reading
border studies – undocumented aliens
Back in Montezuma, N.M. after 10 days on the road with 18 UWC-USA students, faculty chaperones, and Broadus, 8.5 years, a great traveler, interested in everything. In place of a Spring Break, students at UWC elect a service-learning adventure. This … Continue reading
a dark light poem
Mud and bone and fire and water, blood and ice and cloud and slaughter, bloody, holy, hallowed ground, bloody, empty, silent sound. The ash upon the embers, the fire within the cloud, the sound seeking hearing, the truth seeking sound. … Continue reading
work in progress 1 poem or 2?
1. Sweet sweet engine of mercy, bright flying speck in the sun, tomorrow I’ll be riding a donkey, tomorrow I’ll be on my way home. Ah! The invisible carnival ride, I’m standing in line to climb on. Twirling and spinning … Continue reading
make the law dance – the new mexico PeaceWorks conference
Make the law dance and the people will love it. Today the NMPWC ends. New Mexico PeaceWorks Conference creating a better world through social justice http://www.uwc-usa.org/cec/peace.htm Sponsored By United World College-USA, Monte Del Sol Charter School, Santa … Continue reading
I am in Boston this weekend to say goodbye to an old friend. Here is the death notice, which appeared today in the Boston Globe Ivan Gold Of Boston, formerly of New York City on December 23, 2007, writer, teacher, … Continue reading
ann’s calf (for ann bunting mock)
I found this calf in Merida, in the mountains of western Venezuela. The painting began as a scumble of color on a tinted and sanded 2′ x 4′ masonite panel. Then I stalled out. I had earlier painted a series … Continue reading
electric cow (barbeque)
she sits upon a windowsill- (work in process)
She sits upon on a windowsill and spies a laughing boy, about eleven, walking barefoot down the river’s edge beneath the tree’s green reaching hands. The canopy throws its color down and lights the shadows with reflections, the subtle ocher, … Continue reading
I found this canvas in a thrift shop and recycled it. The bright colors are showing through from the original thrift shop painting. I drizzled roofing tar on the canvas and then brought out some of the images which were … Continue reading
Slow, swollen, unattractive
Slow, swollen, unattractive, difficult to work with, dead. Your husband cried when we told him.
or, how to ruin a perfectly good painting? I am better about knowing when to stop but still sometimes overpaint one. This is one I liked very much as a charcoal and acrylic sketch. Here are some pics of the … Continue reading
completed work/works in process
A recently completed portrait of Beethoven as a young man. The painting was commissioned by Ron Maltais, the Music Director here at UWC-USA, in exchange for piano lessons for my son, Broadus. I worked from a photo of an old … Continue reading
I felt your imprint
your imprint detached itself from the great cloud, giving up forgetfulness and unknowing, taking up memory and knowledge, wearing once again the clown suit, cheering me from my great longing, pushing me back from the edge of the hollowed out … Continue reading
we crossed your love with my desire i spun my faith through your fire and yours spun through my water. in the hills her soul found ours, her voice was mist and trills. we knew her by her laughter.
soup-kitchen witch (today’s poem is a painting)
Oh, where did that voice go? Where did I put it?
there is an old man in a gutter and he calls his voice his daughter and he sings – come to me, girl, come to me, girl, I miss you so badly I feel so lonely come to me, please, … Continue reading
journal fragment # 1
I’m here to find the simple truths that I knew as a child. The dogs make a game of me, the cats curl and sleep upon my body. The daffodils await the rising of the sun. They draw their color … Continue reading
And I in my heaven (another cheerful little number)
And I in my heaven you in your hearse rainbows between us and mountains of earth. The faces of children and none of them, not even one of them cursed. . Hearts that had danced while the playing sticks knocked … Continue reading