Location: United States
Art is a language wherein harmonies are born and that language becomes a Song of Love and Light. Art is our divine self-expression. Art forms are lines, squares, circles, triangles, colors imbued with the artist’s spiritual energy... A vision drawn out in a visual landscape of symbols, transcendent by the mere presence of passionate energy. Art is a portal into your own power. You can intellectualize art, record its history, its pedigrees, but its primal pulse, its language, its communication...that is another thing. Biographically speaking, I am the daughter of a painter, lived in France for some years and met Picasso during that time.
Memories of beauty and time without end.
Then, the glorious angel gave them a needle and thread to mend their dreams.
Floral Reflections is an abstract painting. It is flowers floating in a pond. It is hope or despair floating in a pond.
This sketch preceded a 30" x 40" painting I did of Picasso. I found his fierce black eyes most memorable when I met him in 1957.
The Oriental Waterfall is a real waterfall in the mountains.
Bast is the perfumed Protectress, Egyptian Cat Goddess, Goddess of Love.
"...or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come."
William Butler Yeats
"I do know that the flower is painted large to convey to you my experience of the flower – and what is my experience of the flower if it is not color."
Georgia O'Keeffe
"And the phantasm continues..."
"Just as a waterfall grows slower and more lightly
suspended as it plunges down, so the great man of action
tends to act with greater calmness than his tempestuous
desires prior to the deed would lead one to expect."
Friedrich Nietzsche
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
William Shakespeare
“After Monet's Rue Montorgueil”
Life is passion. That assemblage of spirit that celebrates a certain sense of unity; it is of thee we sing and it, too, is pure passion.
Reflections is an abstract painting. It is flowers floating in a pond. It is hope or despair floating in a pond.