Friday, January 11, 2013

The One That Got Away


The One That Got Away
14" x 14"
acrylic
Sold

No. 10   See Leslie Saeta's 30 in 30 Challenge here.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Spring Thaw


Spring Thaw
8"x 8"
oil on gessoed paper


Day 2 of Leslie Saeta's 30 paintings in 30 days challenge...

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Begin

Begin
9" x 11"
acrylic
nfs


Happy New Year!


I'm kicking off the New Year by joining Leslie Saeta's 30 paintings in 30 days challenge. Hope your holidays were happy, and that 2013 brings all good things your way.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Tiger Tiger

"Tiger Tiger"
acrylic on board
24"x 24"
Sold at auction for Toys for Tots

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Leap of Faith

Leap of Faith
acrylic on canvas
18" x 24"
Sold



Each moment of life holds a small miracle. Some days I forget to appreciate the treasure of existence. Here's to remembering. 

Saturday, March 3, 2012

By A Still Pond


acrylic on canvas
18" x 24"
sold

I'm obsessed lately with the intersection of the physical and the spiritual world. That moment when things seen and things sensed merge or collide. 

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

We'll Be Okay If..


"We'll Be Okay If We Stay In The Tent,
And Other Misconceptions About Life"
acrylic on canvas
22" x 28"


Monday, September 12, 2011

For Adebanji's Journal: Mug Shots



Homeless
4"x 4" ea. acrylic on paper

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.
-Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space (1958)


Bachelard contends that our first home is forever imprinted on our soul. It is the place where we feel safe and free to dream.  I think, beyond shelter, home is a condition of feeling loved and secure. Of belonging. At home, true home, the world makes sense.  The act of being uprooted, whether through economic hardship, natural disaster, war, abuse, mental or physical infirmity, sets the stage for anxiety, fear and desperation.

The young married couple above were homeless before being arrested for and convicted of theft. For the next year and a half their home will be the Frederick County Detention Center. I don't know what combination of choice and circumstance led to their current predicament. I do wonder what dreams they may have for the future.

Adebanji, your book is on its way home.

May you all feel loved, and safe to dream.
pax,
Liz

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

For Dean

Rich is the Heart that finds Love
5" x 7-1/2"
acrylic on watercolor paper


This is my entry in Dean Haven's moleskine journal. We started our journal exchange about a year 1/2 ago, and I only have one more to receive before mine comes home full of beautiful artwork from twelve fellow painters around the globe. Very fun! I feel very lucky to have been able to participate.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Lilies for Vern

acrylic sketch on watercolor paper
8.5" x 11" 


I've always loved day lilies. They're resilient, wild, beautiful,  drought tolerant, and glorious for the short time they're with us.  This is my entry in Vern Schwarz's  journal for The Flying Moleskines journal swap.
 Pax.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Monday, February 7, 2011

Calendar Girl




Very happy to be included in Bach and Associate's 2011 Calendar featuring a dozen artists from the Frederick area including Walt Bartman, Richard Schlecht, Harry Richardson,  Mary Pfister and Colleen Clapp.  I never thought I'd say this, but I'm Miss July!

photography: Harriet Wise
design: Cristy Stup

Thursday, October 7, 2010

October Sky for Sheila

7"x7"
acrylic on paper

For Sheila Tajima's journal in the Flying Moleskin's journal swap.

Fall is my favorite season. I love the deepening, more intense colors, the cool snap to the air,  the quickened pace.  Free from summer's humid weight, life feels sharper, clearer, more textured.  Light is lower, shadows longer, richer, and more mysterious. I imagine the trees are relieved to drop the burden of holding up all of those leaves, and sing when they decorate the landscape.

wishing you a bountiful new season...