I am creating a line of cement sculptures that defy gravity. They glitter in the sunshine of the high desert. I use cement board and stucco to manifest my imagination. It is something new and exciting with a traditional material that will last a long time.
I have been to many figure drawing sessions and it comes easy to me. I have a traditional style with a touch of sensuality.
I love my new pink camera!
The White Dog
Me on the Beach
exploding onion photo
Exploding Pineapple Photo
Exploding Green Pepper Photo
Not Grouted yet but.......a beauty!
New Cacti Sculpture and Real Cactus
Two Little Cacti
New Palm Tree Painting
FIVE DONS - WRITING FOR MY SOUL
My Uncle died on the Normandy Beach. My Father saved my mother in Pearl Harbor. My ex husband tries so hard to do what is right. A lover who tied me up. A cranky old man in an Altzheimers Center.
When you saw the beach did you know you would die? Did you realize you would be with her for the next 60 years? You have had two wives now. Was it all worth it? Why couldnt you be comfortable with your own cum? You made me cry and you dont care. Or do you?
You were so handsome and young. I miss you. The one man I can say I truly love. We were together for so long yet I hardly know you. Don Four. You parked down the block and came in with your bag of tricks. We continue to hate each other. Or do we?
Forced to live in Southern California Sweltering in the heat and crowds
Yet a breeze from the Ocean Reaches into my soul and mind
I am so lucky and even in questioning love Im intimate in the warmth of your arms.
POEMS ARE FUN
A long time ago I wrote five little poems I put them in a paper book
When I found them years later My childhood was revealed to me I had talent and passion
Where did it go? It is still inside me and that little book Reminds me what my soul is worth.
Out of a mist of time The next generation wades in Reminding me of the events That shaped my life.
I want to tell my daughters That it is going to be alright They know that even when your hair is afire You are fine. Shining. Glowing.
There is a certian kind of transformation That comes from being forged. The people you let into your life Set you on fire or throw water on you.
You will not really change as time goes by. That you is a constant that lasts afterlife. Your bones go to dust but that you is different. Enduring and enriching and evolving.
I have done explosion paintings since the 1990's after I got divorced. I holed up in Port Townsend and exploded an apple and then a watermelon. I began to love the physics of it all and I studied any debris I found. I smashed things and hung them from the ceiling to get the feeling of the parts floating in space. I had an art show at a jazz store in downtown Seattle and I sold three paintings. I have recently started exploding things again. My daughters are wondering if Im getting ready to explode my life again. One never really knows when that will happen. But if it does I will survive and observe it all with interest.