Happy New Year to All-

So grateful for the year that is passing.
Thank you-
Thank you-
Thank you-
So hopeful for the year coming.
Say yes-
Yes-
Yes-




I hug you-

Emerging from the 'quiet days'-

Had some very needed 'quiet time'.Loved having Elli at home. She's back at her job and university now. Hopefully she will be joining us again soon.

I am now cleaning the house, getting things in order, organising my months ahead. I love the 'planning times', don't you? Siting at the kitchen table with much coffee, my notes and my calendar.
Thankfully there are many half-finished paintings on my desk. When the time is right I will get back to my studio and pick things up easily where I left them off.(she hopes..)

I hug you.

Reworked painting- photos of Elli-

The big -green painting, reworked-
Is it finished?
They just grow with me don't they?
Its called the 'daily walk'-
It's green because I love that particular range of greens,
and because green is about growth, potential- questions- what will this daily walk bring? where to? how?
I love questions, taking new paths, but I also love the regularity of the daily walks- Now my husband and I,
stroller free,
walk after dinner in the evening.
Its not as green ,but there is still that sense of anticipation...
Where?
what if?
So there it is ,
the :
'what if'?- tree'-























And a 'what-if'-mom-and child-'

The perhaps-finished painting-

And Elli, who is a lot more into red -

Somewhere between Athens, Amsterdam and Vancouver, her luggage got lost... And unfortunately my daughter is one of those gilrs who looove and get very attached to their clothes! ...

One of those things-

Hugs-

Owl stories-

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Some very joyous days...-

Our very lovely Rea, just turned nineteen...

And on that very day her big sister Elli arrived...

And we picked up a tree but have not decorated it yet- I rather like it just as it is-

Are you all ready for the holidays yet?

Hugs-

Light in a Christmas kitchen

I decided to treat myself with something warm and sweet and I picked up a collection of Christmas stories called 'Favourite Christmas stories from Fireside Al' selected and introduced by Alan Maitland.

Here's a little description of a kitchen by a writer called Lillian Eugenia Smith. I wish I could copy for you the whole 'Christmas kitchen', but a few lines will have to do:

"The kitchen was a wide big room on the southwest side of the house, full of yellow light in the afternoon;and this yellow light always smelled like spice cake, or spareribs slowly browning, or maybe sweet potato pies at the crusty moment of being considered "done" and ready to set out on a long table to cool."

As an artist, the nature of light has been of great interest to me for the last almost thirty years. But I had no idea it could 'smell' like any of these things. Now , a whole new dimension has been added to the way I see things...- and that is what excellent art/writing is all about -after all- isn't it?

Hugs-

Pepe, the lost puppy.

When she was thirteen she had a puppy called Pepe. One day she came home from school and he had been lost. Pepe the lost puppy. Dear, dear Pepe.

Hugs.

This birthday girl turns eight-

The birthday girl-

Sweet-sweet Lucy-

Mom's cupcakes for her friends at school. Yum!

Hugs-