The Falls
8"x 8"
acrylic
nfs
nfs
No. 12 30 in 30 Challenge
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 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
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
Monday, November 19, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Leap of Faith
Leap of Faith
acrylic on canvas
18" x 24"
Sold
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
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.
Pax.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Happy Easter, Happy Passover!
Reawakening
24" x 24"
acrylic on board
Happy holiday and happy Spring everyone!
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