“...He’s a Player”
‘Blues’ Juried Art Show Toucan Gallery
August 2 Artwalk During the Blues Festival
The player? Well, that silver tongue dandy is the red wing blackbird often spotted on Montana Avenue. He’s been seen chasing the sweet, blue tipped moon moths dancing on the right-top corner. Big sky starlight is mimicked with glass beads. Player piano roll paper (LaPaloma, the Dove) is collaged atop vintage Montana geological maps. The bottom right hand white square holds movement marks of the Meadowlark’s song. Classical music of Beethoven is affixed throughout the painting. 36“ x 24“ x 2.5“
Air creatures reminding us we only need to breathe,
And to set us in motion are river trout swimming in life’s fluid waters .
May we be as grounded as earth’s stones, then
Bear witness to the green growth that moves us forward.
The strong white light contrasting
the shadow’s deep Prussian blues
bring balance to our days.
May we walk a Labyrinth’s path to help center us on our way…
…‘real creatures in symbolic space.’
-Wanderlust Rebecca Solnit
On a walk I pondered layers, and how they connect with one another. My intention became to paint a symbolic, organic, layered composition that speaks of our mind’s natural landscapes.
My quest was to to connect with basic human elements-breathe, fluidity, growth, centering and grounding with this art.
My wish is for all of us is to remember our place in the natural world, and to seek and share guidance from it. May we all be reminded we can leave ego aside, and dwell in our true self.
"The rhythm of walking
generates a kind of rhythm of thinking,
and the passage through a landscape
echoes or stimulates the passage
through a series of thoughts.
This creates an odd consonance between internal and external passage, one that suggests that the mind is also a landscape of sorts and that walking is one way to traverse it. A new thought often seems like a feature of the landscape that was there all along, as though thinking were traveling rather than making. And so one aspect of the history of walking is the history of thinking made concrete — for the motions of the mind cannot be traced, but those of the feet can."
- Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust
I'm not sure the grammas knew how much fun we'd have too,
thinking the grandkids would be the fun machines.
But wow, what a memory making day!
Thanks Liz, for the diligent photo-taking!
As a working artist/retired art educator, I've always lived the artful life. Let's share!