Skip to main content


Showing posts from September, 2016

Go Gentle Into the Good Night ~ For Anita

Go Gentle Into the Good Night oil on canvas Charity Donation Online Store You're thinking to yourself, isn't it 'Don't Go Gentle Into that Good Night'?  You are correct, if you are talking about the poem by Dylan Thomas . But we are not talking about raging against the dying light. My painting was painted in sorrow, in pain and in memory.  In previous posts I have talked about the passing of my Aunt Anita. In May she passed away, quietly and swiftly. And very unexpected. It was a blow to many of us as she was so well loved and such a beautiful light, an extraordinary example of not only what the world hopes of a Christian, but as a human being. The loss of her is deep, it is constant. Every day I think of her and most days now I can smile. But some days, like today, I weep because she is not physically here anymore. Today would have been her 67th Birthday and I can not call her, email her or hug her to wish her a wonderful day full of happi

I Cherish The Loneliness of Autumn

I Cherish The Loneliness of Autumn oil on canvas, gallery wrapped 14x18 inches / 35.5x46 cm Sold Online Store I am an October Baby. I spent my birthdays jumping in piles of leaves. I love the smell of leaves fading, the look of them falling to the ground and the sound of their crunch. That day when the wind changes ever so slightly and you know it's the makes me just as giddy and excited as when there is a thunder storm.  And I love halloween, not in the conventional/commercial sense, but in the mysterious, dark spooky magic that tingles in the air on a late October night sort of way.  But I have never liked the color orange, except when it is pertaining to Autumn and all that it entails. Then it is the most magnificent color in the world, so warm, so inviting, so special. It's as if the only color that exists in the month of October, is Orange. I cherish the loneliness of autumn....  I am forty, I have become mortal.  I have no further