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12/10/2018

Forever...

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I have to share this Haiku, written in response to this painting by my very talented friend, Russell Mays. 

Delicate sparrows
Tiny joy-filled reminders
God Loves every one
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In the coming year, I hope to spend more time in Nature. There is so much inspiration around every corner, and life and work have been keeping me inside way too much. The inspiration for this painting came from a walk on Gentry Creek Trail.
​Sparrows have struggled through thorns in recent paintings, stared knowingly from Gothic window ledges, but here they rest playfully and at home on soft moss. Winter is coming, but as always, they are at peace.

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 “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?      Matthew 6:25-34
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11/18/2018

Saying Goodbye to the Fiddlemaker...

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PictureThe Fiddlemaker. 24x36. Oil on Panel.

This post is overdue. Mr. Alfred Michels, the Fiddlemaker, passed away in late September. Everyone who was fortunate enough to know Alfred instantly fell in love with his lilting old world accent and the sparkle in his eye. He was a person who lived deliberately and simply, and he left a rare and beautiful legacy for us all. 
Here's a link to his obituary. 
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Alfred Michels with his portrait. 2016
Alfred and his wife Amy grew most all their food. He worked his land with horses, just like my Grandpa used to. A filmmaker recently made a movie called "Mountain Minor" that features a fine young local musician, Asa Nelson. Alfred's horses are also in the movie, and he worked with Asa and the film crew. The movie is in film festivals now, and I just can't wait to see it! 
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Alfred works with the film crew of "Mountain Minor" gettting ready for the scenes with his horses.
...and did I mention that Alfred didn't just make fiddles... he played the heck out of them! He played for years with the LazyBirds, an awesome little band that is based in the North Carolina Mountains. Here he is playing "Draggin' the Bow".
​I have a few reference pictures left, so Alfred will appear in at least two future paintings. Like all who knew him, I could myself blessed to have met and been inspired by Alfred Michels. 
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10/16/2018

Special Exhibit: Sacred Space at Warren Cultural Center

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Thank you to my friends at Warren Cultural Center in Greenfield, Iowa for sharing my work in your corner of the world. This is a beautiful venue!
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9/11/2018

Old World Sparrows and Timeless Tales.

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This imagery comes back again and again. Sparrows, thorns. the love that is all that remains when we leave this world.
​These old Gothic Windows have haunted my dreams, but I find them excruciatingly beautiful. This is another Barb'ry Allen. One of the oldest written songs in the English language. 

Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard 
Sweet William was buried beside her, 
Out of sweet William's heart, there grew a rose 
Out of Barbara Allen's a briar.
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They grew and grew in the old churchyard 
Till they could grow no higher 
At the end they formed, a true lover's knot 
And the rose grew round the briar.
I've heard a lot of versions of this old song, but my favorite is my Uncle Kenny's. 
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7/30/2018

Sacred Space

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My Sacred Space show is finally almost ready for opening day on Friday, August 3rd! 
This collection has grown out of the Maker Series, and it explores that otherworldly realm we enter into when we give in to our creative spirit. Creative Flow is the name given to it, now that MRIs can show the myriad connections in the brain of a person in this state. Time stands still and the world is left to turn without us....

"It is six A.M., and I am working. I am absentminded, reckless, heedless of social obligations, etc. The tire goes flat, the tooth falls out, there will be a hundred meals without mustard. The poem gets written. I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame. Neither do I have guilt. My responsibility is not to the ordinary, or the timely, It does not include mustard or teeth. It does not extend to the lost button or the beans in the pot. My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive...."
Mary Oliver on Time, Concentration, the Artist's Task, and the Central Commitment of the Creative Life" 
I travel in and out of this state more easily these days. But those times when I get brave and let it take me deep enough to listen, a painting happens that leaves me changed, like when you read a really good novel, and the world is never quite the same after that. It can be down right painful, a blessing that sometimes feels like a curse, but I always thank God, and he always takes care of us.
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1/3/2018

So far, so good....

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The Twelve for Twelve New Years Challenge has been a great experience so far. I can't say I haven't lost any sleep, but I can say it's been worth it! 
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Day 1: Beginning. 6x6 Oil and Silver Leaf on Panel. SOLD
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Day 2: Building. 6x6 Oil and Silver Leaf on Canvas. Available $125
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Day 3: Protecting. 6x6. Oil and Silver Leaf on Panel. SOLD.

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12/31/2017

Happy New Year!

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Free. 5x7 Oil on panel. SOLD
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What better way to begin the New Year than with a painting challenge? I've set a goal of completing a painting a day for twelve days from New Year's Day until my birthday on January 12th. I have a dozen more 6"x6" panels on the way. Those who have seen me at work know that I put many hours into each piece, so there may be a lack on sleep on the horizon. 

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8/13/2017

The Sparrow is back

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This little sparrow keeps showing up. He comes unexpectedly, and he always brings a message. The first time he came was in Barbry Allen, in 2012. Then, he showed up again in the spring of 2013 when we were in the hospital struggling with Shane's diagnosis. Drawing and sketching are my way of working things out, Sometimes, when I let go and let the drawing or painting be what it wants to be, it brings a revelation. This sparrow always does, and it always brings peace. ​
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Barbry Allen. Oil on Canvas. 36x48. 2012.
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And Still We Rise. Walnut ink and Watercolor sketch created in 2013 as we struggled to process Shane's worsening condition.
The Sparrow came back the day of Shane's funeral. And this is where it gets powerful. I was taking the sketch and a portrait of Shane to Dan, the funeral director, so that he could set up for the service. As I opened the back door to load the artwork, a sparrow flew up out of the back seat, hovered in the air, looked me in the eye, and flew out the open window on the other side. From that moment, I was lifted up and filled with a peace that is beyond understanding. I didn't shed another tear that day. Over the next few days, I created a felted wool sculpture of the sparrow. 
PictureThe Messenger. Felted Wool. 2014.

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Shelter. 9x12. Oil on Panel. This painting resides in the collection of a great mentor, Ms. Evelyn Cook. Not long after she hung this painting, her dear husband, Ed, left this world. She says that the painting brings her peace.
After about a year of feeling numb, I was really struggling with the pain of losing both grandmothers and consumed by grief. I didn't know how I'd pick up and go on. I found myself at my Grandma's grave, deep in prayer. It was January and patches of snow were on the ground. It started to get dark. I knew my kids needed dinner. I picked some moss and dried oak leaves off the ground and some orange birch leaves still hanging from a tree and headed home. Later that evening as I sat at the easel, I had an idea what I wanted to paint. But the birch leaves wanted to be in my painting, so I gave in and started with them. By the time they were done, thorns had decided they would be there too, and they would weave into a mass of celtic knotwork.. When that was done, the sparrow made his appearance, and again, there was peace. I started with an idea of what I wanted to paint, but the painting took on a life of its own and told me what it needed to be. This is the way that life works. We can let go of trying to understand, trying to work it out or control anything. We can trust that God will provide for our needs, and in His infinite wisdom, He has a plan that is greater than we could ever begin to understand.
Now, the Sparrow has appeared again. This time, I recognize him, and his message is familiar. It is a reminder as I grieve the third anniversary of Shane's death and leave the security of a teaching job to pursue the work that God intended for me. I will research and plan and I will work a grueling schedule to provide for my family, But in the end, I will simply trust that despite all my inadequacy and my shortcomings, that when I ask, God will provide for me and allow me to provide for my family as I do the work that I am called to do. 
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Trust. 24x36. Oil and Silver Leaf on Panel. SOLD (It isn't yet finished as I write this...it sold when the sparrow appeared. That was part of the message.
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6/7/2017

Keeping Watch

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When I'm out and about, I always keep some charcoal and pastel handy. Drawing, even for just a few minutes, provides a meditative oasis, a little escape that keeps me grounded and gets me through even the most hectic day. Back in the studio, the addition of silver or copper leaf gives the drawings an ethereal feel, 


This image of a hummingbird keeping watch over her nest is something I return to again and again. The nest symbolizes nurturing. This fierce little bird watches over her young  in a nest that is nothing short of a feat of engineering genius. She has woven in spiderweb material so that the nest grows as her babies grow! She does not question. She trusts her wisdom.  I stand in awe of this marvelous world we live in.
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3/4/2017

The Flutemaker...

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We've all been in a place where we are lost in our work. Whether you are painting, sculpting, playing music, researching, sharing a story, deep in prayer or meditation,  or working to solve a complex problem, you've been so engaged with your work that you lose track of time, you forget to eat or sleep or hold onto anxieties. All the cares of the world leave you. You find your truest self in these moments, and at the same time lose yourself. You know God. This is called Creative Flow.
Now that we have brain imaging, and we can see what happens during this state of Creative Flow, We can observe a decreased activity in the prefrontal cortex and executive network. We lose our sense of time, space, and self, which makes it possible to feel the experience of the moment we are in with an intensity that is nothing short of addictive. That is the Magic of Making.
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