The Music Room
Until recently, this area was a constipated tangle of unpaid bills, dead batteries, and mis-filed books. I decided to repaint it. Just after this picture was taken, I found out that a piano can be moved by two willing women. We did it!
Because a medical emergency happened in my bedroom, and the fallout from that will continue to reverberate in the lives of those dearest to me, I decided to completely re-do the space. After moving all the furniture, I'm now painting the walls.
Allied Arts Show
The opening was this evening, in Bellingham, the City of Subdued Excitement. There was even wine and cheese!
Old friends showed up; David and Ev, Kathy and Skye and Richard. It was pretty dang heartwarming.
I gave a very short intro to my work, saying that my training was in math but my interest in family history led me to the thought that every moment is sacred and every thing, down to the hair on your head, is sacred. As an artist, my job is to witness.
I see the eyes as windows between two worlds, the spirit world behind the eyes, and the material world in front of them. Sometimes paintings serve as such windows as well.