Wistful to Broken Dreams

This drawing is part of my series titled “Women: Beautiful and Powerful at One with Nature.” In this drawing the bird woman looks wistfully back on different selves and the different parts of selves that come together to tell a journey.

Saturday Afternoon Seeing Art in Manhattan

On the afternoon of November 6, I saw four fabulous gallery shows. I started at Sunny NY, 155 E. 2nd St. to see Trudy Benson.  She works a new angle in geometrics taking Bridget Riley and Victor Vasarely to a zany level with an incredible mastery over color. It pulses out of her paintings.  It’s…

My Memories of September 11, 2001

I was in my apartment on 22nd Street. It was Tuesday and the sky shimmered the purest blue without a cloud in the sky. I was painting and listening to the radio totally absorbed in the marks emerging on the canvas, oblivious to the sirens blaring on 2nd Avenue. I got ready for work and…

The Red Barn

Steve and I have friends that live on a mountain near Margaretville, NY in the Catskills. On our way, we pass many red barns, their rectangular bodies balancing a triangular roof, painted a deep Venetian set within a lush green pasture. Wildflowers dot the roadside. A few years ago a little 12×9″ oil painting emerged.

Unbreakable

I heard the Attorney General’s decision of Cuomo’s transgressions toward women, documented as unwanted kisses; and/or groping their breasts and/or manhandling their buttocks and/or otherwise acting as if he had the unfettered right to touch his female employees where he pleased when he pleased. I started a drawing about a powerful woman, unbreakable and strong,…

More on Woman in a Daybed.

I love this painting because … her eyes are forlorn; but she reaches for the pink and blue ether above. her other hands are as strong and firm as the couch; and yet her body is painted transparently enough that her interior is on view. She is constrained by the massive gated door, but there…

On a Daybed

Since March, just about when we were at the anniversary date of living with a pandemic for a year, I began drawing women in cramped spaces. In one series, she is lounging on a daybed. The daybed is based on one located in the Roman galleries at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It is dated…

Peggy Lee in the Morning.

The other morning I listened to Peggy Lee sing Is that all there is over and over again while I drew a glazed ceramic figurine of a woman with an enigmatic mien of confidence and tranquility, set upon a torso of all hip and stance.  She is my Muse of the Moment: She represents a…

Displacement.

The permanent status of coronavirus living for the last 18 months has me feeling discombobulated and unattached. My head and my heart are not in communication because if I think too much my heart breaks and if I feel too much my brain implodes from fires and floods and the playpen politics of the U.S.…

The Pink Sweatshirt

Since 1996, I have worn this pink sweatshirt every summer at the beach. Twenty-five years of daily wear and weekly wash from May to September has impacted the sweatshirt. It grows a new hole each season which by the next season is not only older but bigger. So each summer, before anyone has an opportunity…