Marks of Time

 Back at Cinnamon I've begun

 a series of paintings where I'm exploring

random organic markings. Let me explain:

every morning  here  I wake up to a
backyard of tall lodge pole pines.
Their long limbs stretch across

my window's view
  in a network  of  lines, some vertical, some horizontal,

some curved and some straight. I am intrigued by

this wild alphabet that translates itself

into ageless narratives

and ongoing dialogue amongst

the scrub oak, the squirrels, the sky,
crows and deer, fox and skunk,

everything in an eternity of rotating  sun and moon.

What this "landscape" seems to present

is an opportunity to respond,

to find myself outside my self.

I have always loved the art of calligraphy,

and have used  samples of work I've found in books
and handwritten notes

in my collages. The lettering seems

so personal and compelling,

unique signatures of the beauty and grace

that lend themselves to an affirmation
of  language and the written word.

I am looking at my new work

as an ongoing  conversation with nature,

where I am learning how to respond

using my own discovery of an internal ageless calligraphy,

random and chaotic though it may be.
My response is my response,
without reason or judgement
and nothing literal to correspond.

I am calling it "Marks of Time: Beyond Ageing".