The inspiration for this comes from family, and in particular, my grandmother.
Rosamond Laurie Doran died before I was born, in Panama. She was a nurse.
The names on the tombstones belong to the dead raccoons that were killed by cars. They are buried in my yard.
There is a ghost in the clock – shrouded, because I’ve never met this particular ghost.
Above the bolo knife is a painting my grandmother made. It’s the only thing I have of hers. It hangs in my dining room, and she signed it. She was quite beautiful.
I often sense that she looks after me.
My dad and I used to eat smokey kippered herring on saltines, when I was a kid. The tins came with a key that would open the can. If you didn’t do it correctly, a little metal tab would snap off and it was difficult to get the can open.
This scene shows the ghost of Triton, haunting his old haunt. He’s accompanied by old friends. All the eyes glow in the dark. All the eyes except his.
I think one of the best parts of entering the Land of the Dead will be reuniting with old friends (and by friends, I mean dogs).
This scene is made of several layers. The church door opens, too.
This is a silver pocket watch, which was broken when I found it.
I started this blog 10 years ago today. What’s more, this my month of Jubilation. I just celebrated my 50th birthday.
I like to tell the story of how my friend Roni Noone advised me investigate using WordPress to enhance this site, which began in 2001. I set up a blog and began sharing art, and some other things that bring Joy. I called the site Joie de Vivre.
It was like adding water to a big box of instant powdered AWESOME LIFE mix. It amplified the great parts of life, and helped me cope with some very challenging, darker things. I am brimming with gratitude.
It seems appropriate to mark the occasion by sharing this photo of the best birthday cake that was ever made, or ever will be made, ever. It was perfect and delicious. Thank you my dear, lovely Maiden China. You are the best.
I found this treasure at a yard sale. It needed a little freshening up because it didn’t seem finished. Here is the original (minus the frame):
And here’s the completed version.
P.S. I’ve done a similar piece, which is on view elsewhere.
The original version of this was destroyed in a flood. Posting here for posterity.
I am very fortunate to be a curator for this year’s Alchemical Vessel’s exhibit at the Joan Hisaoka Healing Arts Gallery at Smith Center for healing + the arts in Washington, D.C.
This also makes my second year as a contributing artist. Below are the images on my take of the theme “The Night’s Journey.”
Here is the gallery postcard with the details (click for full size):