Used to be I could go and did go down several times a year for over 30 years to Salamander Camp in the Santa Cruz Mountains . But no more. This past Monday, the owner, after an entire lifetime on this land, has signed the papers and given it away. Life is life that. Everything changes and eventually goes. It’s not even a bad thing. It just is.
I have been working with images of time, specifically the clock recently.
The next painting which I did a week or so ago Depicts 9am to Midnight
Here is the painting or the state of the latest painting which I worked on last night, the fuzz of time . . . .
A child in my ceramics class today made two clocks for the bedside tables of her mom and her dad.
Here they are. I had no imput on these whatsoever. I didn’t see them until she announced what they were and put them into the box. It was like seeing my paintings come to life.
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