 Once
upon a time, there was a very small red-haired, freckled face girl
who found herself conscious at 4 years old staring at a beautifully
illustrated bear family in a storybook while her mother was reading
to her. She could not take her eyes off the delightfully inviting
pages. Her mother drifted off to sleep and so the little girl had
the book all to herself. She used a tiny forefinger to trace around
the perfectly rendered illustrations while checking out all the fine
details of eyes, fur and surroundings. She would have climbed inside
if she could have... so she did it mentally. She had earlier memories
of pure cognizance, but that particular day her mind was forever
indelibly marked with the effect of those wonderful realistic renderings.
At 9 years old she would take a brown bag lunch and catch the streetcar.
Her family home was a few houses from the end of the line. She would
ride from the west side of town , into the city, through
downtown to the far southeast side, exit the streetcar and walk to
the Art
Museum.
The grounds were beautiful with blooming flowers, huge oak trees
and a "fairy-tale" pond with white ducks inhabiting the cool waters
embellished with giant water lilies. Other residents were cattails
and tall undulating feathery grasses that offered hiding places for
bullfrogs, jeweled koi and imaginary little people mounted on prancing
steeds. Legions of dragonflies sporting iridescent colors enthusiastically
darted about over the pond managing not to collide into one another.
The young artist walked respectfully up and down those marble corridors
of the Art Museum gazing with astonishment at the great art she would
forever carry in her heart. Countless times within a 3 years period
she made those "art trips" all by herself.
Little freckle face always sneaked 3 or 4 extra pieces of the store
bought sliced white bread into the brown bag so the ducks could lunch
with her. She laughed at the ducks' antics of trying to catch the
spongy white bread before it hit the water and dissolved into nothing.
They caught on quickly. Some city slickers protested when we couldn't
spread real peanut butter on the new "all the rage" light white bread.
So the commerce people retaliated by loading peanut butter with sugar
syrup and other stuff so the white bread wouldn't tear apart in your
hand while trying to spread the new doctored up "half real" peanut
butter. A forecast of food tampering in America!
Freckle face grew up spending part of each year in the authentic
country farm life while living in one of the larger cities of that
time. For the most part, she was always listening, learning and trying
to please, while her fertile mind was secretly laced with constant
questions and wonder. She has been called a Seeker. Dictionary: "Seeker,
a device used in a moving object that locates a target by detecting
light, heat or other radiation". There are scores of us "Seekers".
This artist's soul is her device constantly trying to detect the
light (truth), heat (true love) and radiation (graces and virtues).
Most of her artwork has been Gallery Work depicting the real world
of touch and feel indicating appreciation for the gifts of creation.
Valuing the astonishing creation of humanity, she has painted commissioned
portraits.
The work that is being introduced to you now has been a long time
in secret development, never before shown in a gallery. This body
of work consists of many pieces. We are beginning with seven. The
artist's wish and hope is that you will enjoy and ponder while being
delighted with visual joy and intrigue of meaning. All the while
recognizing that you are not alone on your own journey down a sometimes
not so easy path of life and living. This series is titled DREAMS
AND MEDITATIONS, also translating into "A Conscious World".
The artist sincerely sends to you best wishes and courage!
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