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All paintings are available as unframed "Originals" or as "Prints." If you have any questions or need clarification, please contact me. Please click the image to enlarge for a better view. |
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Nature, Flora and Fauna |
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Arid
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Autumn
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Blue Cornflower
14 x 17 inches |
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Catch It! 22.5 x 28.5 inches |
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Haiku #24
Crescent moon in early morn
Opening to the dark sky
Wonderment
-Sal 2/1/08 seen at 5am, written at 7am
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Springing Along
Clematis
Flowering Maple
Lavender
Sage
California Poppies
Alstroemeria
Columbine Red
Volunteer White Iris
Fuchsia
Columbine Blue! New!
Azaleas
and yet the most compelling
where I find my gaze dwelling
and feel my heart swelling
is the lovely, sweet Double Delight Rose with
no fewer than 6 buds approaching bloom
and the cut flowers scenting the room
Oh, Mom! Dear Mom! And thoughtful Daddy for
his original gift of this rose bush to Mom…
Thank you both for continually filling my
life with your unconditional love!
-sav 4/3/05
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Haiku #96
Busy House Sparrows
Chatting up a storm!
Birds of a feather flocking
Sal 4/12/08
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Crescent22.5 x 28.5 |
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Double Delight22.5 x 28.5 |
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El Jardin22.5 x 28.5 |
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Flock Together22.5 x 28.5 |
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Haiku #74
Come to my backyard
So much to be enjoyed!
Look carefully! Aha!
Sal 3/26/08
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Sweet friend, wise woman
Long walks, good talks
Flying home on wings of prayers
Sal March 08 For our Mothers
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Haiku #43
Purple pink lime green
Indoors outdoors, deep in moss
Pacific Orchids
Sal 3/2/08
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Follow Your Nose...22.5 x 28.5 |
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Leaving Through Tears22.5 x 28.5 |
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Oxygen22.5 x 28.5
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POE Orchid22.5 x 28.5 |
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The Great Grey Heron is all about Positioning. A magnificent creature, genetically wired to be poised, posed and in the perfect position, at the ready when opportunity (positive possibilities) or challenge (pain, setbacks, loss) presents itself. We humans, on the other hand, often miss out on the best opportunities for growth and change in our individual lives because we tend to focus on distractions and are often not ready or even aware that change is needed, or that opportunity is knocking! Descriptions of the heron include easy, natural, serene, vigilant, contemplative, lucid stillness, unmoving in the flow, unperturbed, and aware. All are ways of being, of living, in order to allow for openness. And that openness is what permits us to grab an opportunity, or to move forward through serious challenges, or to help us reflect on and reevaluate situations that we cannot control.
In my life, positioning involves observing, listening to my surroundings, and honoring even the smallest stirrings from within and around me. Even amidst so many distractions, when I am able to live in readiness for life's offerings, I can follow these stirrings and step into them one lovely day at a time! I continue to find God's guidance to be my greatest source for finding the Way.
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Positioning22.5 x 28.5 |
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Stemming From22.5 x 28.5 |
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2 Roads Diverged22.5 x 28.5 |
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Terrain Ride22.5 x 28.5 |
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There's this magical place in the curly willow – the smaller branches seek new and different direction than their anchor branch, resulting in twists and curves and coils along the growth path. Just in front of my eyes, as I sit in the chair each evening, is a 'fork' in this particular tertiary branch like no other. It forms sort of a three-way intersection that is composed of a deep 'V' curve in one branch, and another leg erupts out of that bend like an arm reaching for an apple on a tree. This makes it look like three branches, yet is truly just two.
There are other examples of interesting growth in this tree – several places have two adjoining sub-branches that reach in a same direction and meet and intertwine as they continue their growth. Much like a buddy system! Other sub branches meet from two entirely different starting points, arching out into the void, only to curve in at the very same 'spot' and they bump and therefore meet and keep on going – together. Parallel universes!
The leaves are a sweet rich avocado green – the branches as they slim down, are a dark avocado skin color. The main trunk and secondary trunks are the tan/brown bark colors we know… Even as the tree seems still, you can feel the activity lying inside each and every leaf, branch and twig. Teeming with life, underlying the layers of bark – a tree grows in Seacliff Beach!
Haiku #107
Tree limbs and leaves dance in the wind
As puffs of fog blow by
Hauntingly
Sal 4/17/08
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The Cutting22.5 x 28.5 |
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Wheels Around The World14 x 17 |
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Inspirational |
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Old Wool Car Blanket
When I was a child, this wool blanket was huge!
As an adult, I can easily see it is smaller than I originally imagined.
A mere 40” x 58”, this blanket has been a comfort to my family and now to me for almost 60 years!
Quite a feat for such small square footage!
When I was growing up, this blanket was always in the car.
It wrapped me up when we returned at night from spending a day of play at my cousin’s house.
This blanket accompanied my family to Centinela Park for picnics and fun, and every 4th of July, it was on the grass under my family while we watched with delight as the fireworks burst overhead.
This blanket warmed us on camping trips.
This precious “Old Wool Car Blanket” is plenty good at keeping me warm on cool evenings!
No wonder it was in my memory banks when my brush decided to dabble!
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At Rest22.5 x 28.5
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Dipping The Brush22.5 x 28.5 |
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My Biggest Fan14 x 17
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Old Wool Car Blanket
22.5 x 28.5
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For a number of years, I served on numerous mission trips, leading a Sewing Project on the Grand Bahama Island. The vision and mission of the couple we work with on the island is to teach the women valuable skills so they can earn a living, thus empowering them to help themselves and their families. Working together with teammates and community members in another country creates relationships and bonds from person to person, heart to heart. In the Sewing Room, a connectedness formed as we stitched and shared stories together. Each individual plays a part in these relationships, which strengthen over time, thus creating a whole. As I worked with fabrics, threads and patterns to create sewing projects to share on the island each year, visions of the people I came to know constantly ran through my mind and my heart. Returning to the island each year felt like a celebration, a reunion. And returning home after each trip made the celebration feel complete. Patches was painted shortly after returning from one of the mission trips, and my heart was so full of the experiences just shared that they spilled out all over the paper. |
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mourning…morning…life without…life with all…
a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year - through each of these, time passes, God carries, and the heart opens, closes, strengthens, weakens, aches, delights, and fills - over and over and over again…
each full-filling brings comfort from wisdom, calm in loss, peace in grief…
each out-pouring holds love, ache, love, tears, love, pain, love…always love as it filters in and around and between and through - circling, encompassing, never ending; the threads of love woven by God's own hand, creating a fabric of trust, strength and courage, which I use to envelop me, teach me, and guide me - as each second passes, as each minute passes, as each hour passes, as each day passes, as each week passes, as each month passes, as each year passes…on this journey of my life, yesterday, today and tomorrow - for always, into God's eternity…
from mourning to morning…God shows the way……
written about 4 months after Mom's passing…july 1, 2003...by sal Haiku #22
Close your eyes
Spin the globe on its stand
The weight of the world disappears
Sal 2/1/08 written at 2am
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Opportunity22.5 x 28.5
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Patches22.5 x 28.5
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Reflections22.5 x 28.5
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Release To Peace22.5 x 28.5
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Haiku #29
To fulfill my life purpose
To live in my heart's desires
Simply this
Sal 2/13/08
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The sea is so wide
My boat is so small,
O God be good to me.
Over the waters I come to thee,
Sail on my soul, sail on
(a mixture of prayers of fishermen)
Haiku #9
Leaving this job
The ocean sparkled
Across the distant horizon
Sal 12/13/07
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Soulfire!
22.5 x 28.5
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Staying Connected14 x 17 |
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Stitch n Pray22.5 x 28.5
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The Sea Is So Wide22.5 x 28.5
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Becoming aware of the variety of voices we hear about how we 'should' be, what we 'should' do, is the opening to the possibility of allowing them to 'just be'. The only path I need to follow is my own, of my design. When I am painting, I am in the center of the 'wheel of permission', the opposites of ideas: okay to be neat, okay to be messy…okay to be bright, okay to be pale…okay to be balanced, okay to be off-balance…okay to be organized, okay to be scattered…it goes on and on. For me it's about letting go and recognizing just who is in the middle: me! I can let go of all the 'shoulds' and rules. When I discover I can do no wrong, then I am capable of doing anything! As I work with the brush, it allows me to stretch…the brush is my permission to play! |
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Haiku #123
This amazes me
How great is our God
I'm sitting here, watching this!
Sal 4/20/08
Observing Nature and life within it!
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This One Doesn't Count22.5 x 28.5
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Wheel of Permission22.5 x 28.5 |
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Who'sThere?22.5 x 28.5 |
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Worshipping Grace22.5 x 28.5 |
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Whimsy |
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Baker's Dozen22.5 x 28.5 |
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Blue Line Group22.5 x 28.5 |
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Bubbling Effervesence20 x 26 |
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Changing Directions14 x 17 |
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Donut Jellies14 x 17 |
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Escape22.5 x 28.5 |
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Flow22.5 x 28.5 |
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Just Clowning A Round22.5 x 28.5 |
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Raining Chocolate Sundae Nights
As a small child, our family enjoyed an occasional treat of a trip to Hodie’s drive-in for hot fudge sundaes. The real deal, with HOT fudge, served in a silver boat dish!
In the years of my youth, a family tradition was a treat of either a chocolate milkshake or a hot fudge sundae – both homemade. Tough choice; both delicious.
Mom always insisted that the chocolate fudge sauce be hot. No argument from the rest of us. Real vanilla ice cream, topped with real whipped cream and real hot fudge. The only difference between their servings and mine was chopped walnuts on theirs. I guess I was a purist, because the nuts never tasted good to me.
When the brush began moving on the blank paper, out came a gray boat-shape, and the brush followed with a base to the shape. When I stood back to look, that childhood memory hit me clearly, and I saw nothing unusual of chocolate clouds raining hot fudge onto the ice cream!
Being a purist, of course no clouds could rain walnuts!
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I always approach a blank paper with a brush filled with color and never know what will appear before me. The process for this particular painting was quite mesmerizing, which is not an unusual experience for me when I paint. My mind is blank and full all-at-once, and the colors appear on the page in their own forms.
One of the most wonderful discoveries I have made through my painting process is that without planning, and at some point during the actual brush-to-paint-to-paper progression, a name for the piece will pop into my head from seemingly out of nowhere! It might happen any time from its beginning, somewhere during the process, or even as I am signing off on the paper. And the result of the varied conversations with myself is a titled painting that becomes complete in and of itself.
Haiku #133
Low, full tones hummmmmm
From long and heavy pipes
Instruments resonate: peace
Sal 4/27/08
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Line Dance22.5 x 28.5 |
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Raining Chocolate Sundae Nights22.5 x 28.5 |
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Reach22.5 x 28.5 |
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Reaction22.5 x 28.5 |
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All of my paintings end up with names, though most of the time the names pop into my head while I'm holding the brush. My thoughts wander, my heart plays, and all of a sudden, a title comes through! Solid probably has something to do with the background color…that's a wonderful feeling, using a huge round brush and completely covering the white paper. Then the dabbling begins, and the celebrating starts when the painting is done. This painting is the first piece I sold, and that in itself is worth a celebration! Thank you to the Saia Trust for loaning the original Solid painting to me so it could be featured in the PVAC 25th Year Celebration in 2009.
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Ring Tones14 x 17 |
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Round Surround14 x 17 |
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Solid22.5 x 28.5 |
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Tendrils22.5 x 28.5 |
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The Dance22.5 x 28.5 |
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Triple Play22.5 x 28.5 |
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