From the Christmas Break.

This could be figures in a landscape...if you like. It could just be shapes and textures. It could be about winter, or looking into a strong light. For me, at the moment, it's about trying to regain your balance and stability after you have lost it. However, I gave it the title Augury whilst I was thinking about the slow, but relentless drip of time, and wondering when we recognise that the things we do and say mark a change into an older age. Are we old when we look back more than we look forward? think more about the past than the future? Well, I'm not there yet, but I do feel stiff when I get out of bed these days.
Just saying.

Augury

Winter

The days are short

The sun a spark

Hung thin between

The dark and dark.

Fat snowy footsteps 

Track the floor

Milk bottles burst

Outside the door.

The River is 

A  frozen place

Held still between

The trees of lace.

The sky is low

The wind is grey

The radiator

Purrs all day.

January

John Updike

Winter

connotations

I've had some interesting conversations with Sara and Seth about how certain paintings might suggest a narrative, and how that might differ from one person to the next. It tends to be the abstract and semi-abstract pieces that do this the most. This is one such piece. It's a small encaustic, painted about a week or so ago, and one that I'm quite pleased with. I like the posture of the figure(?) and the pared back landscape(?). It appears to me to be either pensive and reflective, depending on my mood at the time I'm looking at it.
I've tried to give it a title that might also be open ended in meaning.

Slipping Away

Red Field

Red Field

New Year Resolution

One of my resolutions is to blog every week for a year, so here goes with number one.

Abstract Landscape

Encaustic