As I worked to settle and find a new life here I went to my old friend, pastel. Several years ago I had a run of working exclusively with the medium. I taught, wrote an article for Pastel International Magazine and exhibited the work. It was a productive time. As is my way, I switched to oil suddenly and spent 12 years learning how to put down paint with a brush. I didnt touch a pastel during that time. I can only serve one master at a time and oil paint was a harsh master. Painting in oil has always been like a troubled marriage. I kept at it a long time and it was difficult for me. It was always hard!
So, when I arrived here alone and compromised physically and emotionally I needed comfort and most importantly--- I couldn't handle any more struggle in my life. I just didnt have the energy. My fatigue was so severe that I could barely get into the studio let alone struggle! I wasnt even sure I could make art again. Or, let me say, art that had strength and meaning for me. As it turned out pastel was the soft and kind partner that I needed. It was comfortable and familiar. It was like an old friend. It didn't make demands, just offered some peace and enjoyment. Ahhh-- It was good. I could only work for short periods of time and with pastel I could stop at any moment, and know that at least, I did some work.
The most important thing I learned from that first year working here was ----- I love to draw! I love to hold the medium in my hand! My hand likes to move freely and it has its own energy, like a dance! Bottom Line-- I love making lines and marks. I had forgotten. It nourished me and helped to bring me back to myself. And, the interesting thing was how different the paintings were from those that I did all those years ago. Like life, our work grows and evolves and has a life of
"Garden Dance", 1998
"The Hidden Spring" 2014
The first painting in a new world