The Home Place, an illustrated map of childhood 

  
Here’s a quick peek into what I’ve been working on. This autobiographical painting is a watercolor and ink exploration of my childhood home. Part map – part story, Nostalgia is at once a repository of childhood innocence and a visual narration of coming-of-age. 

I grew up in the big yellow house on the hill, among the fires and floods, the bobcats and bears. There was magic in special places. 

Nostalgia is watercolor and mixed media on 140 lb paper. It is approximately 42 x 50 inches unframed. 

   
   

Walks with Grandfather, talks with Grandmother 

The 2015 Holiday Open House and Art Exhibition for Alzheimer’s Orange County is happening right now.


Color and vibrancy are what drew my to Dr. Justin Call and Marilyn Clifford’s pieces. Their bold use of pigment fired memories of my own childhood and grandparents, igniting a creative response kindled by The Alzheimer’s Association, Orange County and the ideas of Memories in the Making.
Walks with Grandfather and Talks with Grandmother began with similarities in subject and placement. Dr. Call’s vivid boats are reflected in Walks; Ms. Clifford’s Fall Leaves become a garden illuminated by sunset. Behind each primary image are the layered ghosts of memory, hand-drawn in wax, pencil and ink pen. These nostalgic images are from family history, triggered emotively by the original subjects.

In Walks, early-morning, lakeside walks with grandfather are mingled with the image of him holding his grandson’s hand for the first time. The narrative around the images are thoughts and phrases from both grandfather and grandson.


Talks began with the idea of grandmother’s garden and the colors of sunset. A favorite image of “Jenny” is drawn in ink beside the near hidden image of grandmother holding her granddaughter for the first time. As in Walks, the narrative of Talks mingles the thoughts and phrases of grandmother and grandson.

Both paintings ask the frightful and loaded question, “Do you remember?” Each answers with a line of poetry, challenging the question by answering with vivid passion. Walks expresses frustration and powerlessness with the lines from Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Day after day, day after day,

We stuck, nor breath nor motion;

As idle as a painted ship

Upon a painted ocean.

While Talks concludes with the tragic and simply forgetful line from Rilke’s “Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.”

Who?

Memories in the Making provides an opportunity to explore creativity and emotions through art. The struggle and stigma of Alzheimer’s can invoke fear. However, those affected, either directly or indirectly, are filled with as much richness and vitality as those who are not. I am honored to haveWalks with Grandfather and Talks with Grandmother as part of the growing legacy of the Memories in the Making program. These pieces reflect constructs of memory by emphasizing the vibrancy of now. Like the lines of poetry, the paintings, though concerned with ideas of memory, are simply constructs upon the present.

Walks with Grandfather and Talks with Grandmother are watercolor, wax crayon and sharpie pen on 140lb paper. Each painting is 18 x 24 inches.

Walks with Grandfather, talks with Grandmother 

  
Color and vibrancy are what drew my to Dr. Justin Call and Marilyn Clifford’s pieces. Their bold use of pigment fired memories of my own childhood and grandparents, igniting a creative response kindled by The Alzheimer’s Association, Orange County and the ideas of Memories in the Making. 
Walks with Grandfather and Talks with Grandmother began with similarities in subject and placement. Dr. Call’s vivid boats are reflected in Walks; Ms. Clifford’s Fall Leaves become a garden illuminated by sunset. Behind each primary image are the layered ghosts of memory, hand-drawn in wax, pencil and ink pen. These nostalgic images are from family history, triggered emotively by the original subjects. 

In Walks, early-morning, lakeside walks with grandfather are mingled with the image of him holding his grandson’s hand for the first time. The narrative around the images are thoughts and phrases from both grandfather and grandson. 

  
Talks began with the idea of grandmother’s garden and the colors of sunset. A favorite image of “Jenny” is drawn in ink beside the near hidden image of grandmother holding her granddaughter for the first time. As in Walks, the narrative of Talks mingles the thoughts and phrases of grandmother and grandson.

Both paintings ask the frightful and loaded question, “Do you remember?” Each answers with a line of poetry, challenging the question by answering with vivid passion. Walks expresses frustration and powerlessness with the lines from Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner

  Day after day, day after day,

  We stuck, nor breath nor motion; 

  As idle as a painted ship 

  Upon a painted ocean. 

While Talks concludes with the tragic and simply forgetful line from Rilke’s “Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.”

  Who?

Memories in the Making provides an opportunity to explore creativity and emotions through art. The struggle and stigma of Alzheimer’s can invoke fear. However, those affected, either directly or indirectly, are filled with as much richness and vitality as those who are not. I am honored to haveWalks with Grandfather and Talks with Grandmother as part of the growing legacy of the Memories in the Making program. These pieces reflect constructs of memory by emphasizing the vibrancy of now. Like the lines of poetry, the paintings, though concerned with ideas of memory, are simply constructs upon the present. 

Walks with Grandfather and Talks with Grandmother are watercolor, wax crayon and sharpie pen on 140lb paper. Each painting is 18 x 24 inches. 

  

Haiku & Photography

1,876.

Wait to interview:

Life’s better now that games are

At our fingertips.

~

1,877.

Festive lights linger

And pervade the night with ghosts

Of passing street cheer.

Bougainvillea Instagram

1,878.

In between my chores

Skyrim calls – dragon slaying

Amongst house cleaning.

~

1,879.

Tools come through the post,

Encouraging craft in the

Building days ahead.

~

1,880.

Sunday’s winter chill

Stops neither birds nor me in

Our morning movements.

~

1,881.

Early morning rest

Is what the doctor orders.

I hate being sick.

~

1,882.

She likes to lay on

Everything that’s mine, staring

Up with sweet brown eyes.

~

1,883.

A hot bowl of soup,

Homemade and filled with healing.

Downton and some rest.

~

1,884.

Memories of home,

Frozen like photographs that

Flicker on my mind.

~

1,885.

I’m starting to feel

Better; stew on the stove; lunch

All American.

~

1,886.

A hearty stew and

Some small accomplishment make

A healthy morning.

~

1,887.

Orientations

And Trainings are not offers.

Or is it just me?

~

1,888.

Engines and Ravens

Suffer not for words; Silence

Wraps around me.

Poppies Instagram

1,889.

Orion, I wait

In the land of setting suns.

Commuters head home.

~

1,890.

I’m soaked in morning

And the call of ravens as

Commuters head to work.

~

1,891.

The canvas and day

Fill with color; the sun starts

it’s short, downward arc.

~

1,892.

Haunting the old grounds

With tendrils of memories;

We’re all passing shades.

~

1,893.

In the early hours,

It’s just the keyboard and me,

Clicking lividly.

~

1,894.

The electric lights

Reflect the heavenly sky;

The stars are like me.

~

1,895.

The sky blushes where

City and light meet, rushing

With the coming rise.

~

1,896.

Great, yellow horned moon

Crowns the City; we make stars

With electric lights.

~

1,897.

Life is similar

To scored glass – most breaks are true

But some snap askew.

Wild Iris Instagram

1,898.

Retreat into light;

The opposite of shadows,

We glow through the night.

~

1,899.

In fractured moonlight

We make a steady path toward

Warmth and light and home.

~

1,900.

On a sinking ship,

Adrift at sea, this dream and

Portents call at me.

~
These Haiku first appeared on twitter in December 2012 and January 2013. Photographs are from my iPhone and Instagram, spring 2013.