Moody November

Dreary is the month and gray, sometimes grey, sometimes really, really grey. It can't make up its mind. Mist and fog, rain and chill greet the days. Sunlight beguiles on occasion as the Winter Solstice nears and the reality of a long, cold winter grips our minds just as it cautions against the cold.

Acrylic on canvas, 1993 (24" x 28")

Leaves have blown away, geese have flown away and the sun is busy elsewhere.

The Storm (the Gathering Clouds)

It comes swiftly, without warning unless you've been watchful. Dust and debris swoop down filtering an eerie light from a veiled sun.

Acrylic on board (14" x 11")

The thought that all is temporary pervades all senses.

Essence of Spruce (a study)

Shouting, "See? Look at me" -- always clothed, unless dead.

Acrylic on paper

Sculpted and brilliant against the sky. Proud and perfect; it is an exhibitionist, a dresser, a looker.

It's the scent, the posture and the attitude.

Essence of Spruce (Study #3)

Proud and perfect; it is an exhibitionist, a dresser, a looker.

Acrylic on paper (15" x 11")

Shouting, "See? Look at me" -- always clothed unless dead.

Essence of Spruce (study #2)

It's the scent, the posture and the attitude; it is playful.

It bends and twists always ready for a dance with the wind; it sways.

Acrylic on paper (16" x 12")

Proud and perfect ; it is an exhibitionist, a dresser, a looker.