It’s a jungle out there, 2021, Archival Digital Print
I continue to comment on the weather. It rules everything now. Our rains continue day after day and we have rarely had a clear sunny day since early June. Looking out the other morning, it was so lush and so hot and humid I expected to see apes swinging from trees and toucans hopping from branch to branch, a Hudson Valley Rousseau.
Tree with an Itch, 2021, Archival Digital Print
The Eastern Catalpa has frequent itching which Nicky helps treat. Now Nicky came to me three years ago, a stray who must have been left because she is spayed. About the same time another starving Maine Coon Cat — whom I also named Nicky aka Nicodemus because I thought they were both male — and because I had only glanced at both of them on separate occasions out of the corner of my eye and I thought they were the same cat. Slowly over the months this Nicky got closer. Today she is almost tame. No touching though. But, the other Nicky, the Maine Coon, now named Demus, remains very wary. Both have been fattened and are fed outside twice a day. One wonders at the callous treatment of these sensitive beings and also my good luck that they live with me on the land. .
Spring Morning, 2021, Archival Digital Print
At last! Spring! We earned it this year enduring a mean winter that even now is hanging on with its icy claws. Sleet/snow last Friday, can you imagine?
Everything is in bloom and I feel so grateful to have been guided up here to the Hudson Valley. The land has taught me. I’ve become more sensitive to the quiet and the subtle changes in light and color, the goings on of wildlife and plants.
But more than that, I have had time to reflect more deeply on what painting and drawing demand. It is remarkable what a simple piece of vine charcoal can do. Even a pencil. All the world of images ready to come out and be seen stored inside, it just waits for some talent to pick it up and begin.
Right before the Snow Starts, Archival Digital Print with Hand Coloring, 2021
That time when the clouds are full and the air smells of it
Every living thing knows that something is
about to happen,
The colors seem so full of themselves
I rush to get back to the house
The flock fed and
The house will feel
Flower in Vase, 2020, Woodblock on Rice Paper
During this unprecedented time of threat, we keep working in any way we can. I find woodcut difficult so am keeping it simple. It’s too bizarre a time to consciously address this pandemic in the studio. That may come later when it filters down out of the subconscious, but for now, I just want each day to feel as if I didn’t waste it.
February Fog, 2020, Archival Digital Print
It’s been a good week of work and a nodding to the power of place.
Feeder with Icicles, 2020, Archival Digital Print
I repeat myself: Drawing is the basis of it all.
The first impulse of the mind, it is where it begins. That very first spark of an idea. Not only does it show what one sees but it orders the experience. This photograph taken this morning, doesn’t exist without my experience as an artist who draws. I frame the image in the camera; it is rarely changed in the processing. That is drawing. The division of space within the bounds of the edge.
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.