Moved all my oil paints and all the new paintings from the Open Studio exhibit in October back into my home studio. This fall was a fall of falls! Went for an idyllic hike in the nearby Lake Roland woods and managed to sprain my ankle so badly that I was disabled for more then 2 months. Wore a boot, had a scooter, worked from home. Such a strange autumn. Learned some lessons about allowing others to help, how to climb up and down stairs (I’m sure I learned this as a toddler, but I certainly re-learned it as a 50-year-old). In the end we all return to being the big babies we start out as. Be nice to new and old babies alike. We all need help.
I produced a small body of work over the summer of nuclear cloud paintings. Making these pieces has scratched an ongoing itch. The shadow potential of nuclear annihilation has been a part of most of my life on this planet. A Nuclear Life. I attempt to manage my anxiety about this unthinkable destruction of everything by my fellow-humans by painting the traditionally scary clouds in a objective way. They’re fluffy objects. My hope is to take some of that destructive energy and pull out the beauty of the cloud formations in a way my worried brain can manage and appreciate. Some of the clouds are quite wistful.