Artist’s Musings

a pair of geese flew by; outside my studio window; i’m glad elephants don’t fly


It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Temperature has come down and so has the humidity. What a relief! Here’s to no more scorchers!
We went to Lancaster Pennsylvania to see for ourselves what we had read about in the New York Times. We were not disappointed. The weather was just nice for a stroll around town, but my head was toying with some ideas for a painting. They usually never materialise beyond my head, but it always feels good when I finally make a doodle of what’s stirring inside my head.


I knew someone years ago in the Bay Area, and she was studying why people doodle when they’re doing something else — such as listening, talking, watching television. I don’t know if she ever got her research off the ground. I hope she did because I thought it was fascinating. The act of doodling seems to clear my cluttered mind and places me in a state of relaxation. It didn’t matter that the doodling seemed “childish”. It doesn’t matter if it looks good or bad to you or to anyone else, the important thing is that you got it out like a talk with someone kind who would listen, and it’s meditative.


It’s a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. I’m still very fixated on this quite unassuming looking field. It wants to be heard. In the distant near the line of trees the field will soon become another paved paradise. Here’s to hoping that the open field closest to me will remain a wildlife oasis. It was in this field where I could’ve been trampled down into the ground by a herd of galloping deer. D’oh!

I have been waiting for the wild flowers to bloom in this open field. These are Queen Ann’s Lace which are not native, but they are pretty. I hope the native wildflower seeds that I have scattered in the field will eventually take root. Someday I hope to see a sea of beautiful native wildflowers. Here is to hoping.