September 19th, Rosh Hashanah, a day after the dreaded has happened: Ruth Bader Ginsburg has passed. This iconic woman helped paved the way for so many women. And now the utterly slimy, unscrupulous Repugnican machine is vowing to slam in a right-wing judge to the Supreme Court before the election, making it 6-3. Life as we know it could be thrown back decades in terms of Roe v. Wade, the environment, corporations, the arts, health care and so much more. I am gutted. My friends are gutted. This really could be the End Times- it’s just as bad or worse than when Trump won. I'm imagining being back in Canada if things become too unlivable here- really. I painted this last night (when there also was an earthquake). It’s a reference to the dystopian novel by Margaret Atwood called, “The Handmaid’s Tale”. In this case, an outspoken wife to a Commander has part of a finger cut off because she dared assert her desire to read the Bible. (In this new country formerly known as the United States women aren’t allowed to read). I painted this as I thought about RGB’s death and the consequential threat to the Supreme Court and women’s rights. It’s not punchy enough in terms of contrast and color so I started painting over parts of it but now it’s too wet to work with so I’ll set it aside.
Back in LA and trying to muck about on some paintings. Here's a podcast I was listening to recently that I loved- particularly as one of my favorite paintings is called Paradise Lost. https://www.cbc.ca/radio/ideas/sympathy-for-the-devil-milton-s-satan-as-political-rebel-1.5497049
“Happy Little Bridge to Nowhere” was accepted into an online show at UCSB. This painting is still relevant and looks like it will be still for a while as Covid tears through California. Life has become simplified as the daily routine of reading the newspaper, taking care of my pets and working out seems to consume vast amounts of my time. But soon I’ll be back in my LA studio and will be attempting to get back into the swing of painting. It’s been nice to have had a pause from the soot and stress of LA, but September is tomorrow and for me, it’s always been a month where I’m motivated to hustle and get to work. Painting is a muscle that needs to be kept strong: if you let it go slack, the inner voice of self-criticism is loud, cutting and nasty. But this time out of self-care has been good for me and I’m feeling robust enough to ward off -or go to battle with- various inner demons talking smack. ;) EEH
Hello all, I have been quite chuffed to be working hard in my garden. For a girl from Saskatoon, the learning curve when trying to figure out cacti was high. For instance- I know now to use metal tongs to deal with "murder cactus" and definitely wore goggles when dealing with the firestick (which can cause blindness). It is exhausting work to get them into this hard, sandy ground- but therapeutic. Though today it was quite clear that I would end up with heatstroke if I didn't retire...my hoe came down with less and less force as I scratched the ground uselessly. Maybe at the end of the pandemic I'll have an impressive garden.
It's August already. My cacti are bursting forth in massive flowers that show their loveliness during the evening for one night only. It is poetic and darling. Even the smallest of cacti have the most massive of blooms. I grew them all from cuttings I saved from a San Diego farm that was about to be bulldozed and others were from friends. I have such an affinity for them. Prickly and hard to handle yet so sweet. I can relate. I may transplant a bunch of them from pots into a strip of land in My front yard. Here's a picture of one. The front camera in my phone broke so I had to do a selfie and nearly sat on a cactus in the process. The adventures continue.
I've been blissed out lately and taking a break from painting. Instead, I've spent hours doing something that I really love- but haven't had the chance to for ages, making necklaces. Here is a talisman against the Covid. It's made from carved bone (note the skulls), corral, silver African beads, glass and other beads that feel really good against the skin. It's a physically heavy piece- but then again, you'll want to practice getting a strong neck these days. The idea is that the Covid gets confused by the three strands (three being a special number) and is expelled and/or killed by the necklace. You have to believe in it for it to work (and also wash your hands, wear a mask and quarantine). Worth a shot.
I love this piece. It’s a rare peaceful and tranquil painting and I’m surprised that it hasn’t sold- yet, (though I may like to keep it for myself). Different themes surface for me. For a while it was planes, (after 9/11), then it was snakes (I have no idea why) and then as in this painting- floating eggs/rocks/boulders. I think of them as a surrogate for the self. And in this painting, they represent relationships- how our connections drift towards and away from people. I love the title. I don’t know where it came from but it arrived as I was working on it. Perhaps it’s because -lol- people fall in two categories for me: a complete disaster or a perfect fit. In any case… wouldn’t this look lovely above your couch? ;)
I’ve realized that I need to do another painting in my series- one that is less about systemic racism and police brutality and more about the historic, heroic resistance of the Black Lives Matter movement. I don’t usually plan out my paintings but will begin mining photos for ideas. I love this image of Iesha Evans. I welcome any image contributions.