In an effort to remain positive, in spite of the news arc, here are some uplifting items from the last week…from this little world. After the loveliest Thanksgiving with the grands, opening gifts (birthdays for Sidney 7, Vivien 2, R 77), laughing (remember laughing?) We headed to the beach, arriving at sunset… for more birthday… […]
The fate of many quilts is not unlike the two I received from a friend…she thought they were too far gone but that maybe I would want to do something with them. She was right, they are pretty far gone…at least for the work I do and the time I have to do it in. […]
“Memory as Myth”…the exhibit of my work currently at the Hallie Ford Museum of Art in Salem, will soon be a sweet memory. In the Study Galley all the work is from this past year… The reference point for this exhibit is the translation of memory to a visual format, a fascinating process producing things […]
This quarantine has provided us with a lot of sad moments, a lot of “meh” moments, and a few very exciting moments. In May the Clifford Gleason and Bonnie Hull exhibits were due to open but…alas, Covid 19. Today though, today was one of those very exciting moments. Today was the first open day in […]
We are still hopeful that these two exhibits will see the light of day opening August 20th with no events or fanfare. “We” includes the curator of both exhibits Roger Hull, and me. Roger Hull has been working on the Clifford Gleason exhibit “Clifford Gleason: The Promise of Paint” (monograph of the same title due […]
Mostly this time since March 13th, when quarantine began here, has been…well…flat. A medical, cultural and economic crisis continues to whirl in the big world but we have been confined to a little world (and while I consider it to have been “flat”, the curator thinks it has been a reverie, a calming time of […]
On June 24, 1970, Roger Hull and I drove into Salem, Oregon. It was Soap Box Derby day with the date painted in big letters on the bottom of the track in blue. I thought I might always remember that date, and I was right. It was a big month for us, June, 1970. R […]
This would have been the Garden Tour day, Patrick’s wedding in Idaho, tomorrow the kids and the grands would have arrived for the summer. The world would not be in turmoil and contaminated…if only…if only… So this post is for my reading group. We are three…one in Denver, one in Santa Fe, and me. We […]
It turns out my exhibit, “Memory as Myth”…due to open today at the Hallie Ford Museum of Art, was perfectly titled. On June 6th Roger Hull’s Clifford Gleason exhibit “The Promise of Paint” was to have a grand opening and it would be the opening reception for me too. So we join artists and curators […]
I first published this on my birthday in 2009, but I still think it tells my story so let’s go again!! Today is my birthday and I’ve attained a certain age. I have plans, things to do, places to go. But today I’m looking back. (I tried to cut my own bangs–oops.) For a few […]
On The Way 