Monthly Archives: October 2013

Empty nesting

Empty nesting

Haute AddressIn about 9 months, the headcount in my house will change. The energy will be different. The grocery bill will change. Things will never be the same.

My youngest daughter is a senior in high school, and when she flies off for college in August, it will be up to me to remake the nest.

And I thought the 9 months at the front end were difficult.

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Children Will Listen

Children Will Listen

It is not lost on me.

My youngest daughter is playing the role of the Witch in her high school musical, Into the Woods. I’ve just finished a book anchored in the fact that our children don’t pay attention to their parents. Good art tells truth more deeply than reality. Here are the lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Treat yourself, and go to YouTube to hear them with their haunting melody.

Careful the things you say,
Children will listen.
Careful the things you do,
Children will see.
And learn.
Children may not obey,
But children will listen.
Children will look to you
For which way to turn,
To learn what to be.
Careful before you say,
“Listen to me.”
Children will listen.

Careful the wish you make,
Wishes are children.
Careful the path they take,
Wishes come true,
Not free.
Careful the spell you cast,
Not just on children.
Sometimes the spell may last
Past what you can see
And turn against you…

Careful the tale you tell.
That is the spell.
Children will listen.

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Mixing media

Mixing media
Jealous Neighbors Medium: Acrylic, mixed media on canvas Size: 24” X 36”

Jealous Neighbors
Medium: Acrylic, mixed media on canvas
Size: 24” X 36”

I’m excited about sharing a show with fellow mixed-media artist, M.J. Rigby, at the Leopold Gallery November 8. As I look at our work side by side, I am once again dazzled by the creative process. Where is the stARTing point for works that have so many ingredients? So many steps and layers? So many forms and ideas?

For me, most images start with some delightful shred of trash: a hunk of lace, a scrap of an old newspaper or a well-worn book page. Houses have been a theme of mine for some time, so if I don’t have another idea, I start as all houses do, with a single foundation on a rough-hewn horizon.

Sometimes, I finish with a story. Here is the one this canvas told me:

“Monsieuer Monceau lived in the house his grandfather left him, and his neighbors envied his unceasing good fortune. He could not help it that the sun greeted him first and the leaves never landed in his yard. He figured it was the karma of a life well-lived.”

I hope you can join me at the Leopold, 6 – 8 p.m., Friday, Nov. 8, to ask M.J. Rigby how he gets stARTed.

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stART with ‘hello’

stART with ‘hello’

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I have a friend who is a party stARTist. She starts parties every time she enters a room, because she just can’t help herself. She has one of those hostess personalities that wants people to know one another, to have fun and to find the food easily. It’s as if every office, every street, every city is her own event space. She says “hello” in such a welcoming, responsible tone, that it’s as if she’s saying “Hello, this is my planet. Can I help you find your way around?”

What if we all stARTed the day this way?

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