Electric sea of Turmoil

This item was moved from the Metaphoratorium Gallery. It was created in Corel Painter 9.5. I think it reflects the inner termoil I felt on this date, as I was stressed out working full-time for a newspaper as a land use reporter.

Things might settle down, not sure just yet.

Billowing bright life

After a day of heartburn and stomach knots, being asked to rethink something difficult - something I thought was settled - I wanted it all to be over. (I was trying to quit my job.... and my declaration was not taken seriously... and like so many other things I had said at work, was ignored.)

But circumstances required that I re-decide, re-agonize all over again. Just then in the inbox for Bent Pin, I got a piece of writing made me relax. The central metaphor was a box of puzzle pieces, the writing was experimental.

It was about not having a solution, about there being no perfect solution, no exactly right life, but making it up and just being instead of searching.

So I had chamomile tea, and made this wild bright billow of life in Corel Painter (the work to the left).

My puzzle, and wonderfully alive any way I choose to arrange it. So be it.

and thank you Danny Bernardi. Thanks very much.

Caprice #4 Balance in blue and a decision carried out

Sometimes it takes a couple of tries to get a version I like. Morning pages, morning palette. Yes this is right. I got a really sound night's sleep last night for the first time in months. Something that has been wrong is right.**

(I quit my reporting job, finally....)

The maze of days

Moved from the Metaphoratorium Gallery:

The twists and turns of daily plot and plan, the chagrin, the mistakes, the dismay, interwoven with joy, contorted by ambient energy. How do we live day to day? What twist next? Hush Mar, and go to work.... So here is the morning page or I guess the morning palette...

Red storm, still contained

Oh a sky full of storm and building and unseen wind, a disturbed feeling, unease.

This has been a very productive weekend. Productive but pensive. It seems I have begun a furious period of frantic work starting with putting out the first edition of my new lit mag which took every free minute for a while. Now that hepped need to do, the need to do in the face of news I do not want is keeping me fiddling at a frantic pace. I am rearranging my living space today too. What mess. Or is that my life, or the lives around me?

Well here is the new painting fresh and crazed from this morning.... Fiddling with layers and cutting out sections and moving sections played a big part here in the first stages of this piece. I also did some arbitrary rotations which bumped up the canvas size. Didn't know it would do that.  Or how about in blue....

Where petals fade, fragrance lingers

Eventually , the plants the blooming plants will drop their petals. I remember my one and only stay on Nantucket. I stayed a week, slept on the floor of some couple's living room. There was a giant wooden bowl on an old table by the window filled with petals that had fallen off various flowers. They dried but still retained so much color, still retained so much fragrance. I had never seen that done before. And Nantucket has so many roses. I was thinking of that bowl when I made this.

Caprice 3 in greens

Here is another caprice I just made in Corel Painter. I love the moody darkness and roiling multicolored patterns. It seems full of furious foreboding!