Another night, another painting. It was close to midnight when I finally finished. The reds and yellows jumped out at me and warmed the chill night. I just happen to have some gorgeous, red roses in my backyard. And, I recently lost a Rose, my dear sweet,
Aunt Rose. Her gentle voice is in this image.

Dancing in the Street! Two weeks ago GloATL dancers ran through the streets of Castleberry and set the crowd on fire. Their passionate "Liver" was an offspring of street life. The dancers ran, jumped, twisted themselves into torturous knots and kept the crowd chasing after them. I couldn't believe that I was close behind them, running for about four blocks at full speed. It was incredibly emotional. I didn't plan to paint them, but there they are on the canvas, as twisted and as street-wise as they can be.

I haven't been very good about keeping up with my posts -- preparing for a major solo exhibit at Montfort Fine Art Gallery in Alpharetta on Sat., Nov. 5, 6-9 p.m. Then, I'll be doing a Plein Air Abstract Workshop at the gallery the next weekend, Saturday afternoon 2-3:30 p.m. I hope everyone will be able to make it. There will be super hors d'oeuvres and my paintings, of course.

Mysteries unravel when we look closer and find out what really took place. This is a closer view of "If This Were a Dream, I Would Understand What Was Happening."

Taking a closer view, we sometimes see things we might never have noticed. Applies to life and to paintings.

If This Were a Dream I Would Understand What Was Happening

This one seems to pull from the past. Could be that I've been talking to long lost cousins and rediscovering a world of people I thought I'd never see again. It's a wonderful, wonderful feeling. My emotions always show on a canvas. There's nothing I can hide.

Life Is Complicated Today

A new day, a new painting. Somehow, I don't feel as if I've accomplished thing if I haven't made some new art. "Life Is Complicated Today" is about those threads of issues that knot together and make a mess of your day. "If This Were a Dream I Would Understand What Was Happening," is about all those foggy memories that almost come together and then almost don't. You can hang onto a few details, but the rest float away unless you've captured them in a photo or a journal...or if someone from your past materializes and reminds you of what you shared.