What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters, compared to what lies within us.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

I sit in my studio-office looking out at the almost denuded trees. The sun is shining …not the bright golden light of summer, but the subtle light of late October. We turn back the clocks in a little over a week. November has always been, to me, the “brown” month.  Trees are bare and darkness arrives before dinner. I have to boost my vitamin D to 5,000 mg. a day! This fall and winter, however, I anticipate a quiet time of artistic and emotional joy…my creative spirit rides high.

The past year has brought professional recognition to my work as a painter of intuitive, emotional abstracts. In September, I had a one-person exhibition of my latest work …twelve paintings of the last two years and three of earlier origin when I was attempting to figure out what “abstract” meant to me. The highlight of September was an artist’s reception at which I presided over a talk-back session. Any questions, asked by interested art lovers, give me a genuine opportunity to examine my own thoughts and feelings about the work I do. I find it exciting and challenging and at the same time, give me much to ponder.

There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual. Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom. If one could but recall his vision by some sort of sign. It was in this hope that the arts were invented. Signposts on the way to what may be. Signposts toward greater knowledge.”  – Robert Henri

In August, I entered one of my paintings, “Red, Yellow, Black” (which previously had been on exhibit in The Hardy Gallery‘s  “49th Annual Juried Show” 2011) into a show featuring original works by senior artists from throughout the Chicago area.  On September 16 I receive a letter telling me I was accepted into the exhibition, “Later imPRESSions 2012.”  The show is now hanging in the Renaissance Court Gallery at the Chicago Cultural Center in Chicago through November.  There are well over 100 entries and 45 original pieces of art chosen. I am honored to be a part of this group.

Two days before the Artists’ Reception is scheduled,  I receive an e-mail from the coordinator of the show telling me a couple from Toronto, Canada are interested in purchasing my painting. She tells me they just happened upon the show when they entered the cultural center to get out of the rain.   She gives me their contact information and says they will be leaving for home the next day, but I can reach them by phone or e-mail. The prospect of this being a serious offer seems slim to me; however, I e-mail them that evening and say I understand she and her husband are interested in my painting, “Red, Yellow, Black.” I ask her to confirm via text or e-mail and she does so within a half-hour.  We work out the logistics of her  payment and shipping costs.  She acknowledges she is aware the painting has to continue to hang in the exhibition until November 27th, at which time, it will be shipped to her.  I invite her to visit my website and online gallery to get to know more about me. She says she will look forward to it.

Two days later, I receive this message  and it is with her permission that I include her response:

“I am beginning to think that artists are frustrated poets!  What I find interesting (and I had to get to my 70’s to realize this) is that some people are visual and others are not.  I see it in my children and grandchildren.  Our grandson (age 7) will get out of the car at our place and tell me what a beautiful garden I have – our granddaughter will not notice it at all.  My husband is the same – which makes it easy for me when I want to change the garden and move plants.  As a gardener a plant will tell you when it is happy.
‘You are creating an incredible legacy for your family.  I knit – not quite the same!
‘Five years ago I had cancer and I found that I could not live with black – and being a winter in the colour palette black was my mainstay.  I needed bright colours around me.  Now that I am healthy again I can wear black and welcome all colours.  I realize that I like primary colours – there must be a reason why they are the jumping off point for the spectrum.
We look forward to our painting.  We both liked it instantly so we know we made the right choice.” Norma
I am so moved by her sharing and so appreciative of her kind words. The fact that my creation, drawn from my feelings and energy can connect to someone else, in one sense a stranger and in another, a fellow traveler, fills my eyes with tears and my heart with love.  It is my
pleasure to know something I created will bring joy to others for a long time to come.  This is not why I paint, but it is the frosting on the cake. I am grateful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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