I've been on something of a break from paint and canvas, and exploring other forms of expression. Music in particular has been satisfying of late; Mandolin, Native American Flute, Tibetan Singing Bowls, Drums. I've discovered that not only is all of this good for the heart and soul, but there are physical benefits as well. For example, the vibration generated from an 18 inch handheld drum is enough to cause lymph release when my hand and arm get puffy.
I've also been working in my garden. There is such a beautiful connection to the present moment when I'm hanging out with the plants, bees and hummingbirds. Its all so simple out there. The rhythms and patterns of coming and going, rising and falling, wild-ness to tame-ness and back again, birth and death, sun and rain, growth and decay... all in a single day in the backyard of a city lot.
I wear a lot of hats in life, encompassing a variety of roles and relationships. I am becoming more comfortable with the whole "cancer survivor" hat, even finding silver linings in unexpected places --- like adding artist to my self identity. "Blogger" hadn't really appealed to me until I began getting requests to talk about what lies behind my art. So I'm going to give it a try. If you have gotten to this page, you have probably noticed from my paintings that I am quite frank about my experiences. Some of the images are stark and difficult to look at. To me, beautiful is not the same as pretty. "Beautiful" encompasses complexity that can include pain, tragedy, and darkness. Therefore there can be a strange beauty present in stark emotional and experiential truth. I am a seeker of beauty within pain, and of the beauty that grows out of pain. If you are too, we'll get along just fine.