Why or Not

whiskey sour
a bittersweet taste
of longing…
why is beauty 
always so fleeting

whiskey sour
with wild mint 
feeling sassy tonight

fresh breeze
the hum of crickets
recall the heat

crickets vibrate this moment our only stake in time

why am I here? 
the question – they say
is more important
than the answer…  
tonight I disagree

what if
the sky’s real color
is other
than blue…
how would I cope?

the question
or answer
my longing
for peace

ag ~ July 2013



There are certain themes that most artists are drawn to and return to over and overThis group of African women are my repeated muse.  I have painted or drawn them about four times now, and undoubtedly will return to, as I grow and change in my progression as an artist.  Someday I would like to sculpt them not even aware of what materials I might use.  My brother took the original photo while working on a building project in Mozambique.



























The first painting is acrylic on canvas and includes part of a fourth woman’s face.  The next two are charcoal pencil and pastel on Wallis paper.  The fourth is an acrylic under-painting with pastel overlays.  The last one is the only painting titled, and I call it Primary Colors.   I am lately attracted to a more abstract impressionism as evidenced in this last painting.  My color palette is becoming more bold as I become more sure of myself.  Also, in order to abstract, I am practicing a more realistic approach first.  I have been told that “in order to break the rules – you must learn the rules first”.  Sigh – and I thought that I could skip this part!  Faces are still somewhat hazy on purpose.  Just a hint and the rest is up to our imagination!  Any favorites?







Blue Chicory and Queen Anne’s Lace

Aware are we now
where we are now 
and nothing more.
Our youthful dreams and desires bend toward
the graceful acceptance of simpler joys:

Tigerlilies calling forth thunderheads.
Blue chicory and queen anne’s lace 
that run along abandoned railroad tracks.
Meadows of ripening summer grass
anchored by a heaving stone wall.
Rockface punctuated with Prickly Pear
beside a muddy river minding its own.
Dogs lapping at the edge of a pond 
and joyfully rolling in fresh-cut hay.
Clouds holding their own conversations 
in a cornflower-blue sky.
Finger-sniffing rubs of tomato and basil
in a walled and weeded garden 
next to plants creeping back into wilderness.
Still air heavy and languid 
slow-walking in the rain.
Slow-waking and rising
to Sunday morning quiet.
Breakfast on sweet-tart apple pie
with smelly gooey farm fresh cheese.
Blueberry tea in a china cup 
with no handle 
and a curvy aubergine pattern.

The long day gives way to dusk
as tree frogs bellow their lustiness
and the summer moon slips through
billowing clouds until only

without your light –
the hurry of life

ag ~ June 2013

for Karen 
with love and gratitude
for sharing the lush and simple beauty
of our beloved land and time together.