I was accepted as the ‘Artist of the Quarter’ at The Journal – an online literary magazine. I had applied as both a poet and an artist and was accepted in some sense, for both, because of the poetry in my painting. Here’s the link to the issue that contains my interview, though it is accessible from the front page also.
Over the weekend I had the responsibility and delight of installing ‘Soft Light’ in its forever home. It now lives with Arline in Rancho Mirage.
Well, it is sky, after all. That is my biggest inspiration. Set up in warm weather on Friday, regretting not having brought a pair of shorts and a tank top with me! But there were a few clouds around.
In the evening I was outside at the airbnb where I was staying in Cornville – about 25 mins drive to the south east. There were clouds and a beautiful double rainbow. At one point I thought there was a hint of a triple, which is a first-time-in-my-life experience for me. Unfortunately I was on the phone so didn’t catch the triple.
Today was a nice day until about 11am. Then we started with a steady drizzle. At about 2:30 it let up a little, enough to run to the restroom. From there I could see these clouds low between the mountains.
We were thinking tomorrow will be better, but I’ve just looked at the forecast. <sigh>.
First of three. These were painted together – small panels that would fit between doors in a hallway. However, I’ve hung them together in the booth and some people have considered they would make a nice triptych.
I spent some time in early August hoping we would get rained on, without joy. I was hopeful yesterday too, with a wind coming up from the gulf, but the dessicating desert air all mopped it up and we just got haze.
I watch the nimbus build across the west
a great gray blanket blotting out the sun,
the gathering of storm has just begun –
we need the rain! The cumulus start to crest
off to the south, into great thunderheads.
The tension builds in the electric air.
I bring the lawn chairs in and thus prepare
for wind that might just tear such things to shreds
with its intensity. I know the drill;
stratus accumulate and start to bear down
as if to smother this belittled town –
they’ll rumble, crack and then they’ll start to spill.
The coulds build up as if to promise rain,
but in the afternoon’s heat dissipate again.
This is the second time I’ve had the pleasure of showing work at the Yucca Valley Presbyterian Church. My mixed media paintings will be in the small meeting room and in the sanctuary during all of September.
Kim Clements is the curator, and Nancy Miehle of the Chaparral Artist was there and helped me set up the show. While I was there I smelled gas coming from the stove in the kitchen. The handyman was summoned and we could feel and hear that the oven was on a little, so he shut the gas off at the mains because we couldn’t move the huge stove to look for the leak. Hopefully I’ve staved off a disaster.