hail mary hail

holy hailstones, batgirl!
herewith the storm of the week,
grand prizewinner
of several top contenders, as viewed
from the humility of the back yard









Amen.

transparent

Strength of legacy depends
on degree of transparency
in truth.
-quote found in my journal
attributed to mk weeks

which leads right to the recycle of an upcycle,
last seen popped over the edge of the LaFuma in the back yard.







which begs the question: "Is it okay to play dress-up with a lawn chair?"

which reminds of continued thanks to Terry Rusinow for the introduction to the chair at her wonderful Everett Street Guesthouse in Portland.
(to peruse more trip images, click here for two previous photo-rich entries: portland and portland dos.....ah, the memories.)

herewith the long-lost twin, posing on the left in front of Everett Street's new jewel of a guest cottage:


a little plainer than her sister, she is J Crew to
the little Betsey Johnson who began this entry.



i wonder if la Betsey ever dons a polo
and visits the Crew icognita...
nahhhhh!!! ¡imposible!
the thought of it begins to
turn my stomach. let's move on,

it all becomes clear..... have been working with substantial transparency
lately, including a series of macro-shot pieces called Trans.

Enjoy the view through.


Trans II


Trans I


Trans V

backyard

Four corners



frame heaven for



über-zealous zinnias



headed para sol



while other ascensions



like no such thing as too much blue



viewed from behind the sezme door



aclimatically enshrined



budgies caged in open space

with no floor


or the bottom of a dress

seem content.

in absentia

away away
hadn't planned
such a vaca,
but stuff kept happening
(like Bea manifesting Lyme and
then me)
and i just couldn't get
myself to sit and write.
wow,
that did not feel good after
consistent blogging, between here and
@ .mac for four years

but never fear,
i am back.

newbie works include...

more numbers, like "Seis"; just can't get away from the counting of it all.




these are tempera paintings done in front of 20+ kids, begun as demonstrations.
i apparently write down what i am saying (how odd, i have no recall of this habit) like, "make purple" in answer to a kid's question. bring them home (not the kids!) and enhance them. voilá, it's as good as it gets b'tween September-June.




the bird thing, just won't leave the nest either.
this is "Wonder of Birds" inspired by the song by The Innocence Mission.


This painting is currently available at my gallery shop, AtelierMaryK on Etsy.






hope you've been eggsellent.

how it moves

from my mother
it begins,



to Fulton Street Gallery
in a town called Troy



where the Celestial Child



rooted by the ancestors



of the Tree of Miracles



sustains me

how it all begins

morning breaks
walking with Bea





if it weren't for her
i would only see half
of what i do,
she is my eyes





my mother was an egg artist

i was surrounded in fantasy
like chicks steering boats
in trees





how it begins
the drive to
create rises
up








from a trickle
we thrust to the
sea







spring bursts

with no thought

simply divine

Holy April,
many thanks to Asante George of Divine Revolution Magazine
for featuring several of my works and many mentions of my online gallery, Atelier Maryk at Etsy, in its new Spring edition.
It is an honor to accompany the beautiful written works by talented and enlightened wordsmiths as well.

So many miracles brings Spring.



Namaste.