Art, Poetry & Essays • But not necessarily in that order.
In the 1950s, Mark Rothko painted with striking color. Eye catching, heart throbbing, delicious colors. Then in the 1960s, his paintings shifted toward grays, blacks, whites, and earth tones. I have been told, and you may have heard, that the shift from bright colors to somber tones came from a descent into depression and eventual […]
Looking out my kitchen window, a month after easter, I saw a vivid sky—pink, blue, and white—with Mount Tamalpais below. I painted the feeling of seeing it. It’s vividness. It’s more real than real feeling.
On the drive back from Santa Barbara in April 2017, I watched rolling green hills move and shift and flow. Poppies, abundant after the end of several years of drought, came in patches, not as many as I would have thought, but enough to create an impression. The sky blue, eternally blue, hung luminous, […]