August 1, 2019

Been back home now for a month enjoying a new found pleasure in playing golf.  However, still painting and swimming daily.    Tried to at least product 3-paintings a week and was surprised to find that many people are attracted to garden landscapes, as well as water - rivers, lakes and ocean scenes.
I am interested to hear which from the following are your favorite.

 

July 1, 2019

Living on Island Time
Telling time here, you quickly learn to depend on the sun rather than an electronic device for frequent power outages and surges causes clock time to run fast or not at all.  Battery cocks are okay, but have no lasting power... so when the sun zaps its rays into your eyes, it is time to get up.  Shadows on the porch tells me it is time to read a book.   And sunset send me to the studio to paint. 

 

June 2018

Life is flying by.   Thanksgiving was in Florida. Christmas was in the Solomon Islands and when electricity was restored  I went back to my rock for such a short stay.   My family friend passed so back to Florida for another stay.   Here now striving to recapture some of my artwork completed over the last 6-months.

June 2017

Creativity, like the ocean, has an ebb and flow built into it, a coming in and a going out.  This is the very thing I LOVE--  it’s on and off moments that create the mesmerizing sounds and movements that we can't get enough of.  We are the ocean, you and I. It's okay to float and drift, to move inward and outward, to be busy and to rest, to give and to receive.  Embrace the rhythm and know that what flows out will surely flow back.

April 2017

LIVING ON ISLAND TIME

Telling time here, you quickly learn to depend on the sun rather than an electronic device for frequent power outages and surges cause clocks to run fast or not at all. Battery clocks are okay, but have no lasting power… So when the sun zaps its rays into the eyeballs, it’s time to get up. Later in the day shadows on the porch tell me it is time to read a book… So nature serves me well. I rarely have to be anywhere at a certain time for time is irrelevant to my island friends.

Telling the day and month is way more challenging. With weather that varies little – ranging from “perfect” to “outstanding” – I can’t tell whether it’s February or April and knowing the day of the week is almost impossible, especially for those of us of “a certain age.” In the States, audible clues signal the day of the week. Trash pick-up is Wednesday. The recycling truck rumbles through the neighborhood on Thursday. The condo community’s landscape crew mows on Friday. The school buses don’t run on weekends. The mail truck doesn’t come on Sunday. Here, we don’t have trash pick-up or mail delivery, so all I hear are waves, the call of the osprey, and the click of palm fronds. I only get concern when I am preparing to head back to the states. Afraid I might find that my flight was YESTERDAY or that I might miss painting en plein air on FRIDAYS!

                                             

March 2017

When was the last time you immersed yourself in something?  I mean up to your eyeballs, forget to eat, and totally focused on ONE thing.   This seems NOT TO BE my mode of operations.   I think I can juggle several things at one time… called today multi-tasking.  The most ridiculous idea to come out of my generation (re-define as “screwing up several things at once.)    However, I still find time to paint....