Madonna of the Highways…The Diary of a Nomad Artist

The Deeds and Sufferings of Turquoise

As I kick and float through silky water in this rectangle of bright turquoise there is an exaltation of refreshment that washes over me. A shocking muster of small crows gathers at the edge of blue. Two common mourning doves rest in a small sea of red tiled roofs high above the royal palms. We […]

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Angle of Repose

I am on the southern edge of a large lake… one of 10,000. The mysterious loons have silently discarded summer colors for their protective winter coats, a pale Davey’s grey. Their calls have silenced. There is an urgency in the lake scented air — change is afoot. I want to elongate this moment this delicate […]

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EQUINOX

The midday sun is straight up today. I can smell the the weeds in the lake, feel the new coolness rising from the bottom layers… the green is getting deeper. There is the wild smell of birds leaving, aching to be where they belong…dutifully practicing flying, landing, flying, landing, shaping vees, living on nothing. The […]

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August. Summer. Now.

July slid into August painlessly. The light is tilting in small increments North. My road is the color of split, chalky flint and goes before me slicing through flat plains swollen with yellow fields of chest high corn ready and waiting. Moisture still clings to leaves glistening at certain particular angles from yesterdays rain. The […]

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Hot. Dry. Yellow

The colors in the field I am trudging through bear the temperament of muslin; scratchy, rough and sun bleached. August seems filled with yellow. Corn, peaches, muslin fields. My eyes rest upon this pale yellow. I want to gather it, hold it…it’s so perfectly spent. I think I understand this particular yellow. At the edge […]

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Late August

The shank of summer.  The light is more oblique, deeper. I surrender all of my measures of time to nature now and let it close in on this season… drop it’s leaves, change it’s colors. It seems a time to choose a leaner point of view… to look not at the world but more deeply into it. […]

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life in threes

i put all of my belongings into a big, red bag with two other smaller ones as well for shorter periods of time. i organized my clothing into threes. three short sleeve shirts, long sleeve, sweaters…etc. since limiting my palette was a sort of structure for my life on the road i adhered to that with […]

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Red to Red

“It’s a long road behind me. It’s a long road ahead. If you follow every dream…you might get lost.” Neil Young… Album PRAIRIE WIND… song “The Painter” Drifting across the center of the map I am on a straight line through dried corn fields that are layers upon layers of soft ochre and burnt umber.  The […]

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True North Star

“If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.”   Marcel Proust As most of you already know the more we understand ourselves the more we can create good art or do what ever it is that is our life […]

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The Luxury of Tea

In the early mornings when I am still uncertain about the reality and direction of the day and when my dreams still feel more real than the images of my obvious world I prepare myself a cup of tea. Two tablespoons of loose leaf, black, English Breakfast tea into the cup that I found poking around in small […]

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Dogs Portraits

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” —Will Rogers 

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Resistance is Futile

                  Acceptance is the bridge for me into living a full life. I spend a lot of time resisting the inevitable. Resisting the voice that guides me through the journey. The one that tells me to paint this or paint that. Use blue here and green there. […]

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Pool Girls

                I used to wonder why the sea was blue at a distance and green close up and colorless for that matter in your hands. A lot of life is like that. A lot of life is just a matter of learning to like blue.      Miriam Pollard    The […]

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Rode Through the Desert on a Horse With No Name

The muse is everywhere. She shows up unexpectedly in steel, in metal and in the colors of the earth. She shows me the deep scars in the skin of the desert floor, the prayer thin beauty of the small yellow flowers struggling to emerge from the desolate,  abandoned dry wash and the indescribable harmony of […]

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The Art of Rowing (An excerpt from Madonna of the Highways)

I was looking for rusty reds in the Connecticut River Basin today and ended up in North Hampton, Mass wandering around the campus of Smith College. The sight of the rowers out on Paradise Pond drew me in to two very old boathouses. There was a whole row of rusty, red kayaks and canoes sitting […]

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Lake Retreat

A black and white, striped back dragonfly lites down on the warm patina-ed surface of an old utility table that was once the color of faded, pink, primrose petals. The pale flutter of it’s wings are delicate and transparent giving my heart a lurch in the height of the heat of this summer day. It’s […]

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The Drawing Table

I cobbled together a work table using an old door, smooth and solid, a real find. I found it in a pile of rubble out in the back of an industrial building that I had my graphic design job in. I got a set of groovy castor wheels from one of my loving how all […]

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Skating to the Far Far North

There is oddness in being in a summer place in the dead of winter. There is movement in the summer light. And in winter’s dark there is a stillness. It is quiet and foreboding, bone chilling and fierce. The thread of our lives sometimes feels thin and uncertain. It can feel dark and scary. It […]

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White

I adore white. I love white. It embodies everything. It reflects back to me what I need to see. Exactly what I need to see. It’s symbolic. It enriches me. It purifies me and enlightens me. It cleanses me. I let it wash over me silently. I float up into it. I rest in it. […]

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A Conference of Color

Within the deepest heart of yellow I found the beginning of my voice. Naples, Cadmium Deep, Nickel Titanium ……within it’s luminescence I have found rivers and threads of soothing nuances and euphemisms — veins of rich texture and valleys of intellectual substrate. Promises of paradise. The early sounds of my voice, the early faltering prayer […]

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A Small Box of Words

I hoard words. I keep them piled up in tall pale green bottles whose apothecarial duties are long forgotten. They are filled to the brim with my words…..adjectives, verbs, morphemes, heteronyms, superlatives, portmanteaus. I worry about my words, I protect them, I don’t want to lose them or have them taken from me. I always […]

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NIGHT DRAWINGS

At a very young age I found myself drawing on the ceiling with a big, fat invisible pen. I would draw the furniture in my room, my little catholic statues of Jesus, Mary and Joseph, my stack of Little Lulu comic books. Every item in my small closet would show up in the invisible inventory […]

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