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Showing posts with label doors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doors. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

A door opens--3 days 'til Christmas

"Opening," 5 x 7 watercolor Christsmas card

 
Solstice is past. 

The "great conjunction" of Jupiter and Saturn, has lapsed, as is this year. Christmas nears.

Stars are doors...doors of creation, of dreams, of direction, of imagination...of increased light.

Red and green and turquoise door and adobe and snow...to me are  all the same metaphors and realities.

Today's watercolor, metaphors for rebirth.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Painting months, part 1

Next month is World Watercolor Month with the challenge for one a day. Accepted.
But May and June have been a blur of obligations, schedules with painting squeezed in, some completed at In Your Eye Gallery in Paseo. Most have been posted on Instagram, instead of this blog.
 Time for an update, more for the record than repetition.
Most recent were yesterday's 8 by 10s, representational and abstract of a turquoise doorway and adobe, "Doorway to/for My Dreams."

I've noticed that several of my works, completed at the gallery and relatively small at 5 x 7s, have to do with mortality.
Four bison, "Sunset," Alone," "Into the Sunset," (8 x 10), "You're Getting Too Close," and two travelers and a harvest, "End of Day," "Into the Storm," "Harvest Nightmare."











Wednesday, December 7, 2016

18 days til Christmas--welcoming warmth

Door to warmth, 5 by 7 watercolor card
18 days til Christmas.
Cold front, north wind.
A world of worry
Frozen emotions
A welcoming door
Warmth interior.
Why we need
Christmas

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Art at sea

Behold the art and creativity on the doors (hatches) and floor of the USS Abraham Lincoln







Onthe floor of the fo'c'stle between two matmoth anchor chains at the bow


The welding shop--where they can make anythiing, and do.
The brig

Doors to officers' quarters

Doors through which you do not pass.
This was the door to my quarters, since the airwing was gone,