Saturday, May 30, 2009


I am able.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

A Reach of arms, with car in flight

and maps.
This started out as an idea for "surrender"...
I think there was a whole decade where my Volvo transported me and the boys to every dreamed destination. The car symbolized the height of my soccer-mom status. (Now I have a convertible that squishes the boys knees and barely holds the lacrosse gear.)
This painting could be called "Reach and Release".

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The Juggler

She is tossing it all in the air and running on a roller coaster at the same time. I don't know much, but I know she has heart. Would you still respect me if you knew this was a self portrait?
9 1/2 x 9 1/2 inches, paint and collage text on panel.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Octopus control freak

9 x 9 inches paint and collage on panel
This is speaking to my attempts to control the lives of my children and my father-in-law and my art career and my husband and my.... It's crazy! I have to stop. I think the 30's are a decade of age where women work hard to take care of others and nurture and build a home. We attempt to create a rhythm. In the process they can, like me, become control freaks. It is a loosing battle. As kids grow and friends assert their own will, the rhythm gets torn apart. Now that I am heading to my 50's it is time to let the octopus move on. Time to let go.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Girl on a swing

this is 9.5 x 9.5 inches, paint and collage maps on panel.
My memories for the first happy ten years of my life reveal the glory of easy days sweeping through the air into canopies of trees, and my dad's care in always setting up a good swing where ever we moved.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

What were they thinking?

6 x6 inches paint and collage on panel

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Too Scared to Go?

6 x6 inches paint and collage
Seems a review of my life can look as though it is patterned by living on the brink of change.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Planting tenderness

When I look back at the life I have lived I recognize those moments where I tenderly nurtured parts of myself and those moments when I tenderly nurtured others. I truly believe we are born here to love. It's just hard to remember every single day! I must keep at it.
All of these paintings, all of my prayers are asking the question: who am I and what am I meant to be doing?

Tuesday, May 5, 2009


9 x 9 inches, acrylic on panel
When I had my children I found out who I was meant to be. For a little while.
Especially when sleep deprived!