Wednesday, October 26, 2016
"Royal Gala", oil, 5 x 7"
From the poem After Apple Picking, by Robert Frost:
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night…
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
"Turnip" 6 x 8", oil
“What means the most to me is that for some unknown reason I have been blessed (and I know how rare that is, and how Quixotic) to be able to make things that sometimes have meaning to somebody else.” – Anne Truitt, Daybook
Monday, October 10, 2016
Oil on Ampersand gessobord, 5 x 7"
For Arielle and Maura
My daughters’ small
reach through bramble and
to pull whole bunches
of dusty purple
free from the wildness of it.
Itchy arms speckled with tiny cuts,
in chickweed and dandelion with
dirty faces and shining hair,
to eat wild foraged fruit
in the summer sun.
Silver reflects and contains,
holds and pours,