Wintering

 

"Wintering"
5x7" oil and coldwax
on arches paper

Winter's beauty softens the hard cold of January.

Birds of A Feather

"Birds of a Feather"
oil and cold wax medium on arches paper

No matter the season, no matter the weather; they come, they call, they feed, they delight.

Wild Geese

"Wild Geese" 
12x16" oil & coldwaxmedium
The heralds of change have arrived with such a rush of descending wings and loud, ascending trumpets!
WelcomeAutumn!
Happy Day of Thanksgiving!

To the Beach

"To the Beach"
11x7" oil on arches paper

Down Home - SOLD

"Down Home"
SOLD
10x11" mixed media on paper

Down home, red roads lead to sighing seas, sculpted cliffs, salty breezes, valleys of plenty, and the promise of rest.

Playground Ride

 

"Playground Ride"
5x7"
oil & cold wax medium

Summer sunshine = Summer Biking = a little painting of summer fun!

Beyond the Leaf

"Beyond the Leaf"
oil on arches paper

Happy World Art Day; enjoy creation!

Fresh Snow

"Fresh Snow"
5x8 graphite drawing on paper

When April hands you snow, make art - and make snowmen. As much as I want spring to hurry up, I also want to savour the journey it takes. Fresh snow in April gives me fresh eyes: "It's like when Lucy stepped out of the wardrobe into Narnia!" my grandchildren declared.
The downiest and softest and brightest snowy blessings for April!
Next week, daffodils...

A Winter Softness

"A Winter Softness"
11x14" mixed media on paper

I’m grateful for this hesitant winter,
softened with warming spells and holy shadows.

Winter Flannels

"Winter Flannels"
8x8 mixed media on watercolour paper

Welcome day, come-what-may;
tiptoeing in with flannel greys,
corduroy clouds pleated with blue,
 rimmed with subtle golden hues

Light Offerings

"Light Offerings"
9x10" mixed media on w/c paper

Winter trees offer twiggy brown consolation with their stand tall, endure it all, reaching high to stitch the sky with hope for spring. Magically, they produce light offerings to bless the cold spaces.

Happy New Year

I have traded the big sea breaths of sibilant surf for the little creek views of home; frosty, icy, tinkling scenes and sounds. I left behind sea glass and hagstones and sugar beet-strewn sands and now walk silver trails, sugar-frosted, white, crisp, and cold. My gaze is filled with evergreens and twiggy brown branches, my ears filled with the winter songs of jay, crow, cardinal, and chickadee-dee-dee. Home. 

The Woodpecker

The Woodpecker
11x14" mixed media on bristol

It's officially fall 2023!