Friday, October 17, 2014

heart of the matter



This is the heart of one of our heirloom tomatoes.
Here it is, past the middle of October, 
and we still haven't had a frost,
so the garden is producing like a jungle.
Strange fruit.

Not to belabor the point, but I still can't see well.
Next week, I have an appointment with
 a corneal specialist.
I'm hoping he can get to the heart of the matter. 
As they say,
 the emeffing saga continues.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

the dark side of the sprinkler



Not a painting painting yet,
just proof I'm still here.

Monday, September 8, 2014

seymour


I know it's corny,
 but he says his name is 
Seymour.


He popped out of the depths
 of this last underpainting.

I'm hoping he's right.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

piece of cake


Shelley Smart grew up just up the coast from me.
Or down the coast, as they say on the coast.
I never met her there. Still haven't.
That's because I met her here in blogland.
When I had mentioned Day's lobster rolls in a post, 
she popped up like clam squirt.
Said she grew up with the Day's kids,
went to school with them,
while I was growing up on their lobster rolls. 
Wicked small world.


Shelley comments that she's also having 
cataract surgery in a couple of weeks.
If I were there (Oxnard, I think), we'd do lunch.
 I'd buy you a lobster roll, Shell, 
and tell you it's 
a piece of cake.

How ironic... there's an eye in the window.

Friday, September 5, 2014

facing the day


This underpainting will have to do for now.
Actually, I think I like it as is.
Best not touch it.


I don't know... 
near as I can tell, it looks fine.
Yah?

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

tenacity


One month after cataract surgery,
my right eye is still wrong. 
In addition to blurry, it's now also red, itchy and swollen.
Turns out I'm allergic to the eye drops.


Tenacity 
will keep me hanging on until I can see again.

This simple reminder is my gift to you:
Take nothing for granted;
get grateful now!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

just another rainbow


I know, I know.
A rainbow.


But it's never just another one


when it lands in your yard.




Stranger than strange
when viewed with 
a clear yellow eye and a blurry blue eye.

Sort of an experimental
 twisted sister color school.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

new blues


Last April, I switched to abstract.
Just as well.


I had cataract surgery this past week.
Only my right eye, this time.
My left-eye vision looks old and yellow; 
the right eye shows bright new blues.
Didn't Monet see new blues before his lights went out?

Now Google insinuates that my account's been hijacked. 
Never a dull moment.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

sugar plums


Midsummer dreaming...

A neighbor's artful Barbie collection
 hangs on her garden fence
so dogs can dream 
of dancing sugar plums.



Makes my dog
positively lecherous.


Thursday, July 10, 2014

Halle-agua!


After spending the last 10 months
waltzing with the waters,
pumping and drying and digging,
running from it and chasing it,
the new well up at the ranch is finally in
 and there's finally water in the house.
Did I say "finally"? 
Finally.

Sing halle-agua!!!

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

paradise


This being Thanksgiving,
 my goal was to post about gratitude,
but it seems the wifi is sometimes what we call
 mudbound.
Well, we'll give 'er a go...

Don Gray is a masterful artist and muralist
now living in Portland, Oregon.
His blog is a delight.
When I once commented to him that I had 
a 50cent bird-of-paradise plant trapped in a tiny pot,
 Don gently suggested that I transplant the poor thing.
That was four years ago. 

Thanks, Don.




And thanks to all of my blogging friends.
Your kind and attentive messages are treasured.
I'm very grateful for all of you.
Bless us all.


Tuesday, October 8, 2013

swept away


My mind is shot.
I really can't remember how to do anything.
Certainly not post or paint or play.

I'm stunned by how thorough the flood damage 
and its permanence.


The studio and house here in Boulder 
are almost dried out but are still a mess.
The river up at the ranch has lost its way, 
and the power is still out.

Worst of all, 
our dear neighbor Paul's funeral is on Thursday.



Things will never be the same.

Though today is hard,
 I know tomorrow will be better.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

looking for meaning


Just a few observations...

I don't doubt that there is a reason, some meaning, 
for everything, big or small, that happens.
The dictionary's third definition of "meaning" is thus:

"have as a consequence or result the proposals are likely to mean another hundred closures
 heavy rain meant that the ground was waterlogged."

You've got to be kidding.

Exactly one week before the 100-year flood,
 I did the following drawing on Scribbler. 
I had no idea where it came from or its meaning; 
it was just a scribble.


No kidding.

Monday, September 16, 2013

direction


The sun is out, and I am healing. 
At this point, there is nothing to do but


turn the corner. 


Thursday, September 12, 2013

flood


Boulder is flooded.
Most of the Front Range is flooded.
People have evacuated and some have died.

It's all overwhelming, 
but nothing matters to me as much as this.
My studio is flooded.






I looked down the basement stairs, 
and all I could think of was Carol Marine's 
burned-out studio in Texas.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

treatment


I refused Vicodin for the pain.

This being Boulder,
my doctor suggested cannabis cream or Calamine lotion
 and agreed that 
maybe a little wine would be okay.



Shaken not stirred,
I am the big pink drunk.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

shingles

And I ain't talkin' rooftops. Arg! 
Will be off the air for the duration.
Again... Arg!


(Giraffe checking for and finding shingles 
on my rooftop in the doc's office.)

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Saturday, August 24, 2013

dimension


Scribbler can be a challenge.
Here I'm trying to give a mass some dimension.


Some imagination helps, she said wryly.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

fishing camp


I never know what my next painting will look like.
They rarely follow logic.


This is one I keep around to play with.
I think I painted the first layer, 
oh, maybe 20 years ago.
It was very different... abstract, I think.

This fishing camp appeared last spring.
I like its funky bayou-ness. 

Thursday, August 8, 2013

ghost peppers


Ghost peppers are so damn hot,
they'll blind you.


All of the best things in life are a trade-off.

P.S. I used Scribbler to produce these peppers,
as well as the drawing further down
on the right-hand column of this blog.
Click on it and do your own.
It's fun!

Friday, August 2, 2013

double dutch


Looks like someone's having fun
in the energy field.

obliteratedheart:

This picture is in time with the average heart rate. What you’re hearing is the sound of your blood pumping, which you aren’t normally aware of. This picture tricks your mind into making yourself aware of your heart rate, so you hear it.

At least they're not fracking.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

sam-eating plant


This plant has captured me alive!


It happened last weekend 
at the 50%-off sale at the nursery.
She's a big fuzzy begonia
3 and-a-half feet across
with screwy leaves the size of dinner plates.



For now, she's living like a big ape
 in the tree out back.

Monday, July 29, 2013

lunar odalisque




ineffably sweet

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

is it just me?


I see a formal cow portrait.  Do you?

  

Never leave home without a camera.



You never know when you'll need proof.