|"Late Afternoon October" 16 x 20 inches Oil on Canvas|
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Posted by Dianne Mize at 11:07 AM
Friday, October 10, 2014
|"Last of September Greens" |
Posted by Dianne Mize at 8:31 AM
Thursday, September 18, 2014
|"September Woods, One" 14" x 18" Oil on Canvas|
With each painting of my woods, some new level of belonging to them emerges and weaves itself into all that I am. These are not just scenes nor are they just paintings to be admired. Rather each of these is a search for finding my oneness with every ounce of sap that moves through these trees, with every bug that's busying itself among them, with every leaf that is undergoing its metamorphosis, getting ready to change its color and then drop to the ground.
Posted by Dianne Mize at 10:20 AM
Saturday, September 6, 2014
|"August Woods, Two" 8" x 10" Oil on Canvas Board|
Posted by Dianne Mize at 12:44 PM
Sunday, August 31, 2014
|"My August Woods" 16 x 20 Oil on Canvas|
This summer more than any during the twenty-six years I've lived in these woods, they've held a devoted magic for me. It could be that during the winter, I blazed trails throughout my six acres of woods, paths I walk daily with Maggie who delights in exploring all around the trails, checking with me from time to time, but always cognizant of where I am whether or not we're within sight of each other. Or perhaps as I get older, I'm learning to stroll through these paths soaking in the life around me rather than being distracted by brain chatter. Whatever the reason, our walks along these are the most special part of every day.
How the lights and shadows carry on their perpetual dance from sun up to sundown and even in moonlight has always filled me with a sense of mystery and feeling that I am one energy with them. Quantum physics is now revealing to us that all our ordinary reality, even our physical bodies, is made of energy. This feeling of being one with all was within my conscious awareness while working on this painting of a section of the path toward sundown.
Posted by Dianne Mize at 11:12 AM
Monday, July 28, 2014
|"What the Tree Frog Sees" 12 x 16 Oil on Canvas|
If you were a tree frog, this is the size you would see the moneyplant blossom. The human eye, though, sees it as a tiny member of a larger cluster. But the closer we move our human eyes to it, the larger it becomes, and the more brilliant the purple. As our focus become more intent on the petals, the surrounding foliage surrenders to soft patterns. Do we then remember the moneyplant blossom as tiny or large?
Posted by Dianne Mize at 9:54 AM
Saturday, June 14, 2014
|"As the Sun Is Rising" 12 x 16 inches Oil on Canvas|
Posted by Dianne Mize at 12:21 PM
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
|"Fourth Wren Study" 7" x 10" Watercolor|
I mentioned in an earlier post that after I began these studies, the wren stopped coming to the feeder, almost as a tease to dare me to capture his (or maybe it is her) image. Later, I discovered the little rascal poking around the front porch.
Either a mama phoebe who's nesting in the rafters of my carport or a hummer frequenting my feeder will be next. Both are keeping me busy trying to capture videos of them, neither having yet given me enough footage to begin their studies, but I will win this one.
Posted by Dianne Mize at 12:53 PM
Saturday, April 27, 2013
|"Third Wren Study" 7" x 10" Watercolor on Paper|
One of the joys of spring unfolding is the busy activity of our feathered friends building their nests, laying their eggs and keeping vigilant watch of their future progeny. A bird feeder usually guarantees that its visitors will choose a nearby area for their nest and continue to show up, but once I began the studies the wren disappeared. Until then, he was a regular visitor.
One thing I have learned from these studies: it is better to video them rather than take still shots. By doing so, I am able to watch the video repeatedly enabling me to register their gestures and expressions, so important to how I interpret them. And, too, in the case the subject goes away, I have a more complete record of whatever it was that drew me to it.
Posted by Dianne Mize at 10:10 AM