It feels great to be back in my studio (now and then, not nearly enough) making art again. I moved a year ago up into the hills of Berkeley, and these paintings, a few of which I've put up here, reflect my new surroundings.
I love living up here, surrounded by trees. A cute little fox has been hanging around, I think to check out the chickens in the garden behind me. Almost every day I see him and deer, crows, hawks, and so many other birds I can't keep track of. I walk my dog on the most beautiful trail at the end of my street every day, sometimes twice.
The view of the bay that I see while driving up and down the mountain is astonishingly different every time I look. Amazing! I live here? WOW!
And, I have this wonderful new love in my life, that is just the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. I never could have imagined a few years ago, that I would be here right now.
Living THIS life.
So, lots to celebrate!
My most recent paintings, and a few past ones, are on display at
My aunt Jane Taggart was a prolific landscape painter, an astrologer, a collector of crystals and all sorts of eclectic passions. And could she talk. She'd leave a message on my answering machine, run out of tape and call back to finish her story. She was the 'resident astrologer' for my writers' group: I'd call her now and then to say Hi and find out when the stars were best aligned to send out manuscripts to editors, and report back to the group. Here we are a few years ago at an exhibit of my work. She was a big supporter of my painting, always encouraging me to keep working and putting my artwork out into the world.
My blog is named after the picture book she gave me, 'The Tyger Voyage",
written by Richard Adams, illustrated by Nicola Bayley. She gave it to me for my 14th birthday. I cried because I loved the illustrations so much, and some part of me knew this was an important moment. I wanted to make books. I still do.
Well, Janie passed away yesterday, at 84 years old, after quite a few years of failing health. I will miss her dearly.
It all began when my aunt gave me The Tyger Voyage (by Richard Adams)when I was fourteen. Looking at Nicola Bayley's glowing illustrations made me want to paint some of my own. I still love her work, and I still have that book.