Art Spirit

#171 December 31, 2008

A warm center.

Judith beheading Holofernes by Carvaggio

Talking about  detachment  of the humanness of knowing absolutely what to do and the internal struggle and how  this is expressed within our own humanness as well as through art. This painting by Caravaggio  of Judith beheading Holofernes came to mind . Judith completely focused on the task as her handmaid is waiting with a cloth to catch the head of Holofernes. None of them except of course Holofernes is surprised in this activity. This painting resonates in how the figures are all bending and moving toward the center focal point--- Holofernes' head.

#170 December 30, 2008

Arms raised.

#169 December 29, 2008

Reaching, crawling, leaning over.

#168 December 28, 2008

A red flower.

December 27 , 2008

Growing up I'd always imagined that our house in the suburbs  was really just a place to stay while we went to school --- where I thought we were from --- where our family really lived was my Grandfather's ranch  in New Mexico.  We, my parents,brothers and sisters, spent so much time on  my Grandfather's ranch that it  formed my as well as my siblings sense of creativity , play , work ethic --- it is the fabric of our  identity.   We would  work and play in days that ran into the next only breaked by meals and sleep. My Grandfather had a  very prized gentle  bull ---  named Silver-tone --- we  would put a halter on, lead to the fence and take turns riding around the corral--- our version of a carnival pony ride.  We loved riding horses. Not just meandering around or bouncing in a docile trot---- the horses we rode were gentle --- and they were cattle horses so running and stopping short and turning quickly was what they were meant to do --- and they played right along with us readily. And,when they were ready to be done with us riding them through the scrub oak and around the fields  they would stop ... just stand there--- the power struggle was short lived ---- we would turn them around and head home. Back down  the canyon through the scrub oak , through the field and  back into the yard. The sound of  the wind mill , the calling of the cattle, the smell of the yard -- a mixture of animal and gasoline , hay and  a kind of sweet wetness from the corral , the chickens constantly busy , and broadcasting the completion of their latest project. 

#167 December 27, 2008

Things stacking upon one another held together by their own weight and likeness of shape.

#166 December 26, 2008

Trees growing together with a warm space between.

#165 December 25, 2008

Christmas tree with big red  ornaments.

#164 December 24, 2008

painting with orange and red.