The apron is on, the tea is steaming, and I've officially been back in the studio this week. Outside there is a delicious bite in the air, but in true California girl style, I keep taking the dogs out still wearing flip-flops, toes turning pale and great puffs of breath riding the wind currents.
I LOVED hearing your thoughts on which paintings belonged to which months... Last time I had an inkling, that gut feeling and was so excited to see so many had the same months in mind! Bring it on! Tell me your thoughts!
14 comments:
These are just amazing, that hawk! Swoon. I feel like these should be April, May and June.
i think the hawk is december and im in love
The peregrine to April or May, those pussy willows tell the tale of an emerging spring. Though perhaps the barn swallows to May, with the perfect alabaster trillium. The wolf...October? Lady Dove, they're beautiful, what lovely work!
Oh my the hawk. Breathtaking!
Pure saturated color magick. I have no words.
*grin* I might need to share that while painting the sky behind the Peregrine, it felt utterly necessary to look up a chart of the spring constellation for the Northern Hemisphere... yep, that's Hydra winding through the middle...
for whatever reason, i cannot assign a month or time to any of your paintings: they are timeless and forever always whenever.
Well, maybe I have some words. Alchemy. Mystery. Wonder. Timeless. . . . .
Oh you two! Now I'm getting all blushy... :)
ummmmm
wtf!?!?!?
those are fricken amazing!!!
and I say that is a valley girl voice...very effective!
okay wow
i don't even know where to start
honestly, put them anywhere I just want one for myself!!!
♥
love and light
I think the hawk is November, and the wolf is December. I suppose I thought the fox was December too... What can I say? I'll say: the swallows for March.
This is the story of how Hawk woke Earth.
Hawk was born with an adventure waiting on his wingtips. But adventure was nearly stifled as the Earth darkened in a muffled yawn and Hawk saw everyone and everything drift off into blissful slumber. Hawk darted up and up and up until he was high above everything and this is what he saw: See, the Mother was so tired after popping all the plants, all the trees, all the rocks, all the mountains, rivers, streams, people and animals through her bosom. She was so tired that she unhooked her favorite great green fluffy coat off the moon and wrapped herself and everything on her in its snuggly embrace and she and her children slept and slept. Hawk, newly born and eager to explore the now covered world, needed Mother and everyone to wake up so they might play with him. So he dove fast and hard and caught up Mother’s coat; hanging it on the backside of the moon where Mother would not see it. As the sun warmed her face, everything woke up and she smiled.
Another story that needed life! Again, such beautiful work you give us!
I do believe that Coyote is telling us he loves to dance under the gibbous fingernail moon on a late October night.
The swallows pollenate the trillium in May.
Hawk is telling me he loves the high winds of March.
Can't wait to see more animals flow from your fingertips.
Oh and Peregrin is one of my main character's names in the book I'm writing! It means wanderer or traveller in adjectival form. I love it!
TEA TROLL! You are incredible! I love these. Keep 'em coming!
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