It seems like forever, since I’ve heard the feathery sound of leaves rustling outside my studio window.
The heat of summer held on a bit too long this year in my humble, yet sweaty, opinion…if you know what I mean?
So, it felt like such a relief to sit on the floor painting this week with the crisp air blowing in.
I’m really just getting back to work now, after returning from an eye-popping trip to California. I promise to tell you all about it soon. After, I’ve had a chance to sort through the thousand plus photos I took as reminders of the inspiration that seems to be everywhere on the spectacular west coast.
That cool breeze got me thinking about how I love the change of seasons. The first early weeks are the best. When you can feel the energy shift and it gets under your skin in a good way. Making you want to go outside to breathe it all in, before the days get too short. Maybe even write a few words in your notebook as a reminder that you are utterly dependent on this shifting energy for your very life. (You can read my “poemish like thing” below.)
All the people suffering, due to the energy of nature as it threatens their lives has also been on my mind.
The recent major hurricanes and earthquakes, and forest fires, as well as the imminent volcano in Bali are disrupting lives. These events are turning basic human needs into emergencies.
Sometimes, art feels impractical when basic needs are threatened. Still, art reminds us of our shared humanity by calling attention to our appreciation for beauty. I make art because I feel beauty can lift us when we are facing difficulties. So, I want to help in some small way.
I’ll donate 25% of the sale of this paining (“Embers of Fall”, 36″ x 36″, oil on canvas, $1400) to Direct Relief.
It’s a humanitarian aid organization, active in all 50 states and more than 80 countries, with a mission to improve the health and lives of people affected by poverty or emergencies.
If you would like to purchase this painting, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
life of tree
blossom and berry disappear in darkening nights
embers of fall hidden in plain site ignite
as green blood drains in the brilliant blaze
fingers of bark bones scratch bare skies
roots drink fallen crystals
buds birth breath in brightening days