In our lives there are moments that are so special we never forget them. The scene is in our head just waiting to be remembered. One of my happiest memories is going to the Cascade Mountain Winery in Amenia, New York, with my husband, year after year. The entire experience was magical. You sit on a deck looking at a miraculous meadow. A huge oak tree, wildflowers in the grass, everything is still but alive. All the senses are ignited. We sip wine that tastes like ambrosia, we eat goat cheese, olives, humus, gazpacho and home baked country bread. A gold finch flashes before our eyes. A rider on a horse rides by. We sit in the summer sun never wanting this moment to end. But it will end and when it does, we will be left with a glistening memory, always in the mind ready to be retrieved and painted.
I love the Neue Galerie in New York City. My painting pays homage to Klimt's "WOMAN IN GOLD". I saw the Max Beckman Exhibit and was blown away by his "Descent From The Cross." So powerful. So much emotion and meaning expressed through howling paint. After that profound experience, I really needed some rose in Cafe Sabarsky!
I remember the wonderful frilly yellow pinafore I had when I was six. And I remember visiting a friend's horse farm in rural Ohio. My parents' friend took me riding on a beautiful horse. Over my head were the leaves of trees. We had a picnic under the leaves. It is a magic memory. For some reason, I recently saw a golden Weeping Willow in bloom and that ignited this memory. Perhaps, there was or wasn't a Weeping Willow in the original memory. Probably not, as it was Summer not Spring. But no matter, the Willow plays an important part in this painting, as you can see.
Sometimes you see a deer and it's a beautiful sight, but that's it. But sometimes you see a deer and a deer sees you. This deer appeared to be illuminated and looked right at me. Didn't look away or move away, but instead seemed to impart a message of hope for the future. Something so special, I could only record it in paint.
The people of my hometown of Los Angeles are mourning the loss of the beloved Icon, P-22. Twelve years ago, P-22 crossed two freeways and ended up in Griffith Park, where he lived alone and didn't mate. He was often cited at night , sometimes in front of the Hollywood sign. I like to paint celebrities and you can't get a bigger LA Star than P-22,whose haunted eyes were lined in black. May his legend live on.
I painted, "Princess Di, Her Tribulation Is Her Triumph," in honor of the 25th Anniversary of her death. It would have been a prettier picture if just a regal pose. But that would not be a true picture. The press (here looming silhouettes with relentless flashing cameras) hounded her unto her death and may have caused it. I tried to capture her luminosity and the sadness in her eyes. May she rest in peace.
There are special, sudden moments in life that stand out, when you enter another dimension. This is what happened to me as I left my friend's new apartment building. It is across from a woods. I have walked in this woods often in the past, happy to look at birds and wild flowers. As I approached, something caught my eye. Slinking out of the woods, in front of the trees, was a large bobcat. He stopped directly across from me and stared with golden eyes. We were caught in a moment of frozen time. I was in awe and didn't even think, is this dangerous? Instead of thinking, I was in the grip of something larger. My connection with this great animal and the universe. I managed to take out my phone and take the Bobcat's photo. And then he went back into the woods, I got in my car, still filled with wonder. Of course, later, I painted the Bobcat. Many people reacted to my photo as if the Bobcat is dangerous and I could have been attacked. Perhaps in retrospect I can see it could have been a dangerous moment. But I think that great cat and I have an understanding to respect one another and carry the knowledge of each other inside us.
This painting was inspired by this poem.
THE WONDER OF IT ALL, by Pam Malone
Today I see inked trees
against a wild blue sky
When I was a child
in my Mother's garden
I saw a kaleidoscope of color
My dog, Sandy at my side
Today, my dog, Snowball is with me
I see with the same child's eyes
the wonder of it all.
On the left side of the painting is me as a child with my dog, Sandy. The fuchsias are flowing down from a vine under a hummingbird in my Los Angeles backyard. On the right, I, now an older woman, follow a path with my dog, Snowball in our favorite New Jersey park, where there is water, an egret and trees.