Reflections

 I live near Fresh Pond, a wildlife refuge disguised as a reservoir, a hidden green-blue gem at the border of two towns. We can just see it from our house, past the houses and beyond the main road to the suburbs.

This piece was an attempt to explore reflection of trees at the edge of the water. We think we know what that looks like, but it changes minutely with the seasons, the light, the wind, the time of day.

 

Laraine Armenti's post  today reminds me that more than one approach, more than one piece, is the path into an idea. Time to work.

art with Alzheiemr's patients

Every two weeks I lead a watercolor class for Alzheimer's patients.

  

Every class starts with loss, disorientation.

Then, gradually, focus displaces doubt.

 Color appears on the page.

An hour becomes timeless, the minutes

articulated by mystery 

and the eternal surprise of creation.

Thermofax Workshop

 Six students and I gathered at Lowell Fiber Studio this past Sunday to print with Thermofax screens. The class included artists Linda Germain and Deb Dugan, 
along with a Bard student and fiber artists from Lowell, New Hampshire, and Vermont.

Once you start, the Thermofax printing moves fast. 

You need to keep moving and respond to what happens on the cloth.

These students embraced the challenge. 

 Everyone produced beautiful samples.

You could see ideas generating more ideas.

No one wanted to stop, not even for lunch.

All my life I've heard teachers say how much their students teach them.

It's true. 

This Sunday was another amazing group of talented people. 

I'm so glad they took the leap and came to work with me.