At the Forest Edge

Small study, VClaff 2015

  

I remember stating clearly to a small circle of kindred souls, 

that what I desire most is to simplify, to create more time for dreaming 

and being, and to be less on my own and more connected to others. 

In the last few years, deaths - actual and metaphoric - have left me much 

on my own. I trust that my season of letting go has gifts for me -  the wisdom 

of deep, strong roots and a knowledge of the dark earth underneath, and 

maybe some truth yet unknown. Instead of simplifying, the need to bring in 

more to pay for my healing, not covered by insurance, has me busier than 

ever these last few months. I do hope that there is a way to simplify, be, 

dream and create more, and to find my way out of my hermitage.

 

Morning, VClaff, watercolor on paper, 2015

               Somehow, I found my way back to the studio though, and ideas that 

have been incubating for a long time are finding expression. Something in 

            the small study that wanted more attention came into a larger painting

            and I find myself at the edge of the forest, not as much in the deep 

            woodlands. As always, the small work allows me to explore many directions 

           and to find my way back into the creative process.

 

small study, VClaff 2015

small study, VClaff 2015

small study, VClaff 2015

Rhu is a bit of a distraction in the studio, running 

in and out through the hanging screens, wanting me 

to go out to the forest on beautiful, autumn days. 

Maybe when the door is shut and the hearth is 

heating, his visits will be to warm up by the stove, 

and not jump up on the drying paintings. 

At school, we've begun working with eco prints and 

contact printing, which this year's class is loving it. 

They are very willing to experiment and play and had 

a great time with the natural materials.

 We had some good results, and will do more dyeing 

this week. Their assignment is to use these papers 

in finished works incorporating drawing in some way.

 Color is bursting out everywhere right now, at times 

so amazing I gasp. 

                       And with the color, comes the push to get the wood in. 

                      This weekend was spent stacking the first two cords, always 

such a good feeling to see the pile shrink outside the shed, 

and become a neat stack inside. This week, the next two 

cords will be delivered and go into the shed.

 

 In the in between spaces, there are moments to wander

 the garden, finding joy in the small beauties - a hanging 

leaf, a stone angel among the rusting ferns, sweet Rhu 

enjoying a quiet moment on the stones, and a moment 

with moss.