Monday, December 12, 2011
gabe brown
puddle, 2008, oil on linen over wood panel, 15x12, the sun that bends the branches, 2008, oil on linen over wood panel, 48x40, spring fever, 2008, oil on linen over wood panel, 20x16
bold graphics and dreams....see more here.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
the heron's wife
chad merritt, the heron's wife, paper cut print....see more here.
from the book the third angel, by alice hoffman....
Out of Nowhere
She was standing in the marsh and everything was blue. Water, clouds, reeds. He was a heron in the sky, then he fell to earth and was human. They believed love could be simpler than it seemed.
Out of the Darkest Night
When he was in her house everything outside was hazy. Snow, fences trees. His broken wing had become a broken arm. His life in the sky had become tea, biscuits, a bed with blue sheets. There was a past, but it was far away. They believed love could be too strong to fight.
Out of the Blue
She was high above them so she could see everything clearly. House, laundry on the line, pillowcases, sheets, shirts that were his size. When a heron cries the salt falls to the earth below. The world of the air meant nothing to her. She couldn't taste anything but her own blood. She tried to be human, pulling out her feathers, but there were too many and she was unchanged. She believed love was everlasting.
Out of Mind
He saw the feathers on the ground. Blood, bone, blue. He remembered things that the fall to earth had shaken out of his mind. He thought of nests, heartbeats, wind, her body beside his. He believed he had made a promise, but to whom had it been spoken?
Out of Honor
He couldn't ignore the before just to get to the after. He had seen a trail of blood, feathers plucked from her own chest. He cast off his cloak and became who he'd been before. The earth became distant, but he could hear it calling him back. He believed he could leave and never look back, even though he saw it spinning, so beautiful and blue, whenever he closed his eyes.
Out of Hope
She waited every day. She waded far out in the water. Crabs, shadows, songbirds. She took the feathers she found on the ground and sewed them to her dress. She pinned them to her shoes, her hair, her coat. She climbed into the highest tree, where the branches shook in the wind. She looked like blue leaves about to rise. She looked like heartbreak, faith, desire. Why wouldn't he love her, come back to her? Why couldn't she fly away? She believed she could find him, but more than that, she believed in fate.
Out of Ashes
They both saw him, his wife on the earth and his wife beside him, and then they didn't. He was between them and then he wasn't. Hunters shot him as though he were a crow, as though no one had ever loved him, yearned for him, mourned him. The sky looked smaller than it ever had. A cloud stretched across the earth. They had believed love would keep him safe.
Out of Somewhere
Out of Somewhere
They were standing in the marsh and everything was blue. Water, clouds, reeds. They did this every day. His wife on earth and his heron wife. They never spoke. They didn't have to. They believed love was more complicated than it seemed.
this post is dedicated to my hero, joseph dibernardo...go here to see what an amazing person he was.
happy birthday...love you always, joe.
happy birthday...love you always, joe.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
margaret lanzetta
you just have to be happy after looking at these paintings...see more here.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
michiyo ihara
i wouldn't mind winter so much if all snowflakes looked like this....see more here.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
gregory hennen
between ledges, 2010, oil on panel, 24x24, copper creek falls, 2006, oil on panel, 18x24, four boulders, 2010, acrylic on panel, 12x12
plastic colorforms landscape...see more here.
Monday, December 5, 2011
tricia wright
untitled, 2006, acrylic on canvas, 60x60, odd bedfellows, 2004, acrylic on canvas, 60x75, untitled iii, 2006, acrylic on canvas, 38x52
bold, black, beautiful....see more here.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
lydia diemer
super pattern...see more here.
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