Life, with Measure

The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. This scene from Genesis resembles my house. Partly because my house shows the signs of scarcely holding together over a...

Little things

“Little things console us because little things afflict us.” – Blaise Pascal, Pensées Small subjects are not less meaningful, in fact the opposite is true – the observation of being itself, sometimes more easily perceived in the very small, is...

Daisies in Celadon

Thou liv’st with less ambitious aim, Yet hast not gone without thy fame; Thou art indeed by many a claim The Poet’s darling. -William Wordsworth, To the Daisy Ginger coloured daisies from the local market, executed over several days, whenever the sun was...

Roses in Progress

Underpaintings…how I miss them when they’re gone.   The awkward, in-between stage:   The days are getting shorter here in the Southern Hemisphere – before I knew it the morning sun was gone. So painting was suspended due to shifting light, to be...