purse in the Woods, redone

I had to redo the original image. It felt to random. This is more about death. Our bones are as fugitive as autumn leaves.
7 x 11 1/4 inches, acrylic on paper with collage

Tuesday=time out

Tuesdays' I don't get much done. It is the day I listen to my body- by taking a yoga class with Roberta Roll, and then I listen to my father-in-law by taking an afternoon drive with him. This day he bought me lunch at the Mountainside cafe and I benefited from his 80 years of imparted wisdom on the school system and the price of oil. It wasn't a bad day at all- but I finished a small painting called, "A Bad DAY"- I actually started it during a lull in my open studio event and stopped because I felt it bad luck to continue. Inspired by images posted on the internet...know what I mean? It is a little over 7 x 11 inches.

Map for autumn leaf peepers

It's a crisp autumn day following our first frost. The tourists are flocking up the highway in search of the same thing this artist is looking for...
acrylic and collage on wood. About 15 x 15 inches angular

Purse in the Woods

Missplaced bag- such randomness of images-I muddle through a day of painting, obsessing on death. I think this needs a hand- a skeletal hand reaching in from the left.
I liked painting the autumn colors and leather folds. The contrast of the full purse, with it's bulges and curves, against the angular whisps of sky reminded me of church= all the dressed up people framed by stain glass windows.
Also, today I am working on a block of sky...
The Purse in the Woods is 7 x 11 inches on paper, $100. The sky block is a commission, and it is much larger, on wood.

Packed Bag II (for Steve)

I really don't know what is important. After a day of errands and chauffeuring kids about, I had only an hour to paint in the barn. My thoughts lingered along the conversations in the car. Max mentioned he would spend all the money he had if he knew he were dying. It was enough to get me thinking- the classic, "you can't take it with you". And while painting the bills I was struck by-"In God We Trust". Do we?

Packed Bag

SOLD
Fall can be very depressing. I feel sad, tired, and barely willing to paint. My friend Steve is packing his bags, as he is dying. He told me last night. I feel so helpless and sorry for myself. What will become of us, my cherished friendship? It is so unfair. Surprisingly, Steve seems pretty upbeat about it. I really don't want him to feel sick any more. My friend Mimi says Fall is a time of death and surrender. I woke up this morning wondering: how does Steve face his days?

Harvest moon

Yesterday I painted on plexiglass for Healthy Being, a store in town.
front and back
I am so exhausted by the last few weeks, forgive me for not writing more