Geese, Corn, 2019, Archival Digital Print
Here they are, my marvelous Geese, sharing some ears of fresh corn. It is the last of the local corn, and along with the local tomatoes always a bittersweet time knowing we must wait a year until the next crop of deliciousness comes around. Seasonal foods, however, make so much sense as we settle into Nature’s rhythm.
I continue to work on linocuts, cut and edit, proof and then move onto the next one. During the winter I think I’ll start to edition them. For now, though, I want to make as many new images as I can.
Morning Magic, 2019, Archival Digital Print
What a strange experience to watch the Democratic Debates tonight and the flashy production of the set, more Jeopardy or a World Wide Wrestling match than the serious process of a debate for the highest office in our democracy. We have become so accustomed to visual overload that few may have noticed. It’s all part of our pinball-light-up-and-win world.
Here, though, I can bring a slow eye to what I see. This photo, another fortuitous find, was shot in the hours of early light.
TickTock and His Dominion, 2019, Archival Digital Photo
There he is surveying his protectorate always on duty. TickTock is a perfect rooster and day in day out is vigilant about his hens’ safety. Yes, his hens, male ownership, it wouldn’t fly in today’s awareness of gender equality. He flew up to take a look at the goslings below, now almost grown and new tenants in the coop. The hens, except for Clara Big Baby, don’t care about independence and seem to enjoy having a strong male to boss them around.
Apart from collecting eggs, feeding and cleaning duties, my visits to the flock are simply to enjoy and observe. These birds remind me of the basic pleasure of a day spent walking around and pecking to see what you can find.
Snow Drawing with Twig, 2019, Archival Digital Print
Snow Drawing with Twig, 2, 2019, Archival Digital Print
The two photographs are part of my continued interest in images which merge drawing, photography and painting into one seamless medium which emphasizes the experience of seeing over the experience of naming.
Fresh Local Corn with a Side of Polenta, 2018, Archival Digital Print
The girls are eager for fresh corn; not so much about cooked polenta. I try various foods to see what they prefer. It’s clear. They see the corn arrive with me and start making happy sounds — not clucks but other little sounds of pleasure in their throats. Watermelon is a second on their goodie list.
Power, 2018, Archival Digital Print
I notice the in-between periods when light first comes up and recedes, dawn and dusk. These are times that have long attracted me but probably because of the change in seasons and accompanying time change I am more alert to them.
New Growth, 2018, Archival Digital Print
The day before Easter and the timely approach of spring reassures. There was a Red-Winged Blackbird on the top branch of a tree yesterday who sang from from seven to nine a.m. non-stop. Some eager female surely must have been seduced by that song. Nests will be starting soon. Everywhere life is in renewal. It happens fast. Winter and miserable cold and the switch turns on and Spring takes over.
Landscape with Pattern, 2028, Archival Digital Print
I thought it would be a challenge to bring together a segment of a gouache and a photo. This is the first result that has started me nosing around to see what I can do.
It is often the unexpected door that opens in the studio. We can choose to enter it or turn away. I’ve found that it is best to take up the invitation and now and then make a discovery. It isn’t inspiration as much as it is curiosity.