Monday, August 29, 2016

Summer Thoughts

Greg rigging our Mrs. Dupcek for a sail ~ ~ ~


I love that we have long summers in Oklahoma.  I'm a warm weather soul, so
I thrive in sunshine, wind, sailing, swimming, and wearing cut-offs, tank-tops & flip flops - ha!

My eye is ok,,, just so much time outdoors recently has brought some discomfort 
so I'm being protective, besides I like the pirate vibe.
   


 I miss the ocean.  Greg and I make-do with Lake Lawtonka though. 

I sifted through my recent travel journal…
And also reread the wonderful book
Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach.
It just takes a two hour sitting to read and meditate
on the message.  So beautiful and timeless.
Lately, it's called out to me.




 I found one perfect seagull feather on the Gulf coast.
I wonder if Jonathan left it for me?

Sunday, August 28, 2016

"I come in peace."

Sometimes I think a cloud has more weight than a mountain.
Among the lilies of the prairie.

When I walk the land, I often say this out loud every few steps or miles,,,

"I come in peace."

I avoid stepping on flowers, bugs or disturbing snakes.
I politely use my walking stick to knock a vibration before me.

"I come in peace."

older, wiser, wilder….

"Rescue the drowning and tie your shoestrings…"


Rereading Walden.  If I had lived in the 1850's I would have
been Thoreau's wife, I'm sure of it.

"Take up a little life into our pores."

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Hallelujah Time!


It's slowly transitioning into Indian Summer season here.


I'm hiking up or around Prairie Hill daily…. flirting with night walking too.
The sun's setting behind Mt. Scott is particularly spectacular lately.

I'm coming up day and night.  Wildly, sweetly energized by the wind and sun.


Don't tell the mountain 
to move, just take a pebble
each time you visit.  -unk



I'm looking for more opportunities like this.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Houston Museum of Fine Arts


 I said hello to the Corn Poppy!

Kees van Dongen…. I want to learn more about this artist.
His women are timeless.  Maybe there's something in them that's resonating
with me right now?  It's like they're saying, "Sister, you can do it!"

"The Yellow Scale," Frantisek Kupka, 1907 (self-portrait)
This guy was full of indulgent confidence.
I could isolate fields of sunflowers in this painting, maybe even vanGogh's flowers.
I'm an abstractionist at heart. ha!

Portrait of a Woman by Kees van Dangen, 1906
Does anyone else like this artist VanDangen?!    
The portrait above of Fernande Olivier was actually one of Picasso's lovers.  
Pablo always painted her with tenderness.  But Kees brought to life 
a sassy, red-lipped, hand on hip in your face, confident woman. 
 (I wish museums would let me write the description cards! lol)
  
"Saint Catherine," Giovanni di Paolo, 1435
A delicate creature in illuminated gold.  She was stunning. 
 I came back to her again and again.

"The Woman and the Roses," Marc Chagall, 1929
I adore Chagall. It's always a rare treat to find his work in a museum.
His art is supernatural.  No one can paint dreams like Chagall.
By the way, that's his wife, Bella, floating above the roses and clouds.

Egyptian Mummy Eye Covers


I get ultra excited when I come across ancient encaustic portraits!
Since encaustic is one of my working mediums,  I enjoy seeing and 
learning all I can about these two thousand year old mummy portraits.
I'm fascinated with the details - the hairstyles, jewelry
and fashion!  These adornments were symbols of prosperity.

"Circle of Hieronymus Bosch" (Saint Christopher Carrying the Christ Child through a Sinful World), 1520

Bosch!  I stuck my inspecting nose real close to his creatures.  
He must have used mouse whiskers for a paint brush to render these tiny imps.  
What went through his weird mind?   I plan to study up on him very soon.  :)


  Matisse's ladies get around in the south.  I recently saw an amazing exhibit, 
Matisse in OKC!  So it was really nice meeting another one of his ladies in Houston. 
 I could live in Matisse's cheerful art, with all those colors, patterns and textures.  
I'd nibble on fruit, read a book, and smell some flowers.  Oh, yes. 


"Document the moments you feel most in love
with yourself - what you're wearing, who you're around,
what you're doing.  Recreate and repeat. " -Warsam Shire

Jeans.
Greg.
Viewing Art.
:)

Friday, August 19, 2016

Galveston Memories and the Mysterious Ocean



 





One morning I walked down to the beach very early with my cup of tea.  Another older gentleman was there with his dog. They were playing around the ocean's fringes.  Two other gentleman were also there scavenging in beach trash bins.  I was enjoying the spectacular sunrise while I waited on Greg to join me.  When he arrived, I walked to the east end of the bay where the sun was embracing a new day.  I was praying, praising and singing to the Lord.  I prophesied LIFE and God's glory to Galveston.  As I turned around to head back toward Greg, I could see a small crowd and an ambulance on the horizon where I left my cup, towel and husband.   I thought maybe a 'drunk' had passed out, etc. Then my eyes started to scan the distance for Greg, who I couldn't see.  So fear kicked in and I started running back with bionic legs with thoughts racing faster than my feet!  The closer I got I still couldn't see Greg, but I could see the medics working on a gentleman laying flat on the shore.  I finally saw Greg between two other guys.  Relief.


A fisherman with gear tied around his waist was overcome by waves of asthma and ocean waves!
The man (Tom) with the dog ran in first to save him, followed by Greg.  They pulled him to safety.
I get tears thinking about this man's terror.  I'm so glad that God is good like a Plan B.  Good.

I packed a lot blue paint tubes and my small watercolor set which already has sand it from various 
other beach trips.  It's good to paint outdoors and fight the elements.  Surprises even happen like
the painting above.  I painted it horizontally,  but when I turned it the other way, a figure appeared…
This was painted on the beach where the fisherman almost drowned.  He was Asian.
The figure may have been his angel?  I swear she's holding a scroll,,, what does it say?


We enjoyed exploring the island.  Ate great seafood.  Checked out galleries and antique stores. 
But mostly we played in the ocean as much as possible.

I love C.S. Forester.
I love Julie Speed (The Lost Sailor - Gouache)

Listen to what you know instead of what you fear."
-Richard Bach (from Jonathan Linvinston Seagull)

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Plan B (Galveston)








We had plans go way west to California, but circumstances came up and then we salvaged
what we could of vacation time and decided to head south to Galveston, Texas.

At the Avocado House where we stayed,
 Carolyn had a sign in the kitchen which read

"Life is all about how you handle Plan B."

Our Plan B vacation was perfect.

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Middle of the Year


Thinking...

If my life history were examined like a sliced tree trunk's, 
then this year would defy description. God is doing great things - 
He makes me laugh and cry… makes me stand my holy ground.


T h e r e   a r e    C H A N G E S    o n   t h e   h o r i z o n.


I have to remind myself.
C h a n g e   c o m e s   b e a r i n g   g i f t s.