Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Mountain Plays Light Songs....

 Returning to the mountainous terrains, I discover new forms that play against and with each other.  Light has its own qualities, sings differently than the lowlands, and quickly disappears into the multitudes of shadows.  Infinite, yet basic, natural shapes catch and hold a perfect balance within shared colors, values, and lines. 

Next time you are watching a sunset, squint your eyes.  The immediate vision of the whole – the all in a holy, magic moment – tells the entire story.
© 2013

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The Plains of the Southeast....


                                          ~ Carol Roddenberry
                                                        Oranges on a Beach (c) 2013

                                                       Oil on canvas, 30" x 30" 
                                                       Inspired by a beach picnic on St. Simons Island, GA

                                                       Will post on 10/09/13 to
You have to take the plains where you can find them; sometimes they are in the middle of the country, sometimes they are found in a different geographical sense, altogether.  In the Southeast, you can find nice, flat, plains-like places in Florida, along the beaches anywhere and throughout the state. Further north, all along the long, hot, flat roads of South Georgia and Alabama, where crops grow tended, or not, people long for the ocean winds. These long, plains-like views also sing of the wind-swept plains, but with humidity.  Everyone prays for a little old time zephyr, heck, even a breezy storm will do. The land is flat, and it leaves more visual real-estate for the sky. 

In Florida, these winds don't need to be invited; they can flow right across the state going east or west, it matters not, just know that the breeze will find you and flirt. In the long spaces between ocean waters along other southeastern states, picnics near the ocean become visions in the minds of those who remain land-bound.

A picnic is good wherever you find it, like the long-view of a plain part of land - and it is fine to occur in your mind.  Like us, the best picnics are created with simple forms, some objects that seem to visit in the space provided, and a linen napkin stretched out like a beach towel.  The breeze is on its way.
~ Roddenberry (c) 2013

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Longer Journeys Lead Home....

Thank you for your following...even though I, at times, take a time break.

Moving to the Island felt like I was 'coming home'...and so does moving back to the city.  In fact, I now believe that wherever I am somehow feels like home.  Has this been a paradigm shift, or merely a shift in perception?  Or, perhaps, it is the persistence of vision coming into play.

Life explores how that feels and painting expresses how I see it. 

Portal: Time Elements I
Oil on Canvas
30" x 30" gallery wrap

The Invitation
Life invites us into
Our realms of difference,
Our rooms of companionship,
Our halls of passing, and
Our touching of energies.

Calling their reminders
To us all.
Of comfort, of place,
Of meetings,
Of missings.

Wrapped around eternity
Silk scarf of calling,
Wind whipped, yet
Catching in the time
Of Human time.

Does this calm, 
This disturbing song,
This slight fog,
Weigh much?
Not much, but all.
~  Carol Roddenberry
     October 5, 2013 (c)