Geez!

Ok, you figured it out... I was all WRONG! The painting to the left is OK. It's the painting close-up to the right that should be referred to as 'upper'.

Hmmmmmm.

Well, my previous blog didn't actually publish the way it looked when I was writing it. The photos came out all different. The right is still right, but the left painting actually now should say 'the upper' close-up. I hope you figured it out already....

The Secret Life of Trees

THe Secret Life of TRees

This is the first of my coming series of the secret life of trees. Of course, I do not know if my series will be just one or two more paintings. I just finished another tree today, so at least my series will be two paintings. The image to the left is a close-up of the section of the redwood tree that is cracked open and you can see within the tree to the spirit that animates and brings intelligence to the redwood physical matter. The image to the left is a close-up of the upper branches. It is the dance of what goes on during photosynthesis when carbon dioxide is taken in and oxygen is released. I love painting trees. IT is a wholely delicious feeling to paint a tree.

late night blogging questions

It's not yet tomorrow. It's late and I can't sleep. This is probably not good for my blood pressure.

In less than 2 weeks I am off to NM for a 2 week stay at my home, the Oasis of Lorien. I am sooo looking forward to it and very excited to be spending that much time with myself... and my painting. It will be a retreat as this journey is, from Santa Barbara to Lorien, a retreat back into my chosen life.


But I have a question rumbling about in my being about these blogs. Who am I writing to? It has been bugging me that I do not know and don't have a feeling for it yet. It isn't like I am employed to write to anyone or for anyone. No exterior purpose. I don't have a Honey that I am opening my heart to through words. No emotional pull. Am I just writing to myself, for myself? Well, I GUESS SO! Since no one reads this blog and there are no comments. OK, it is like a 'Dear Diary". I am writing to that ignorant person inside me who needs to know more about the real me? Am I just being boringly narcissistic? Or is this therapeutic?
This is kind of a 'Dear Diary' that is a letter in a bottle, but potentially available to the whole world. Someone just might find the bottle washed up on the internet shore and read this.