tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53419679328150758362024-03-05T08:17:40.858-05:00Martha Millermartha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.comBlogger1021125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-25936024678175422222012-06-26T14:09:00.002-04:002012-06-26T14:10:40.309-04:00Yesterday's Ink Blot Drawing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><strong>Self with Rain Cloud, June Flowers, Jelly Doughnut Face and Vampire Bite</strong></em>, 2012<br />
Black Sharpie, colored ink, India ink, pastel, charcoal, black coffee and hairspray on Rives BFK, 22" x 15"martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-56320997781960120932012-06-25T14:06:00.002-04:002012-06-25T14:06:48.632-04:00From Out of The Blue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><strong>From Out of The Blue</strong></em>, 2012<br />
Black Sharpie, colored ink, pastel, colored pencil, charcoal and hairspray on Rive BFK, 22" x 15"martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-72266957827915192472012-06-19T09:49:00.003-04:002012-06-19T09:50:33.950-04:00Ink Blots, Con't...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><strong>Fear of Becoming/Self</strong></em>, 2012<br />
Colored ink, India ink, coffee, charcoal and pastel, 22" x 15" on Rives BFK<br />
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<em><strong>After Watering The Garden/Self,</strong></em> 2012<br />
Colored ink, coffee, pastel and charcoal, 22" x 15" on Rives BFKmartha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-84698162536202224712012-06-18T08:39:00.001-04:002012-06-18T08:41:22.754-04:00Ink Blot Self Portrait Series<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><em>Ink Blot Self</em></strong>, 2012<br />
Black Sharpie, colored ink, pastel and charcoal powder on Rives BFK, 22" x 15"<br />
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<em><strong>Self with Big Blue Brain</strong></em>, 2012<br />
Black Sharpie, colored ink, pastel, charcoal, colored pencil and acrylic on Rives BFK, 22" x 15"<br />
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<em><strong>Looking Back at The Turtle/Self</strong></em>, 2012<br />
Black Sharpie, colored ink, pastel, charcoal powder, colored pencil and watercolor on Rives BFK, 22" x 15"<br />
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<strong><em>Self with 2 Human Hearts, Blue Headed Hummingbirds and Diminishing Residuals</em></strong>, 2012<br />
Black Sharpie, colored ink and charcoal on Rives BFK, 22" x 15"<br />
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<strong><em>Self with What was Removed</em></strong>, 2012<br />
Black Sharpie, colored ink, pastel and charcoal on Rives BFK, 22" x 15"<br />
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<strong><em>What Remains To Be Seen/Self</em></strong>, 2012<br />
Black Sharpie, colored ink, pastel, charcoal and coffee on Rives BFK, 22" x 15"<br />
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<strong><em>June Afternoon/Self,</em></strong> 2012</div>
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I recently had surgery, and have to sort of take it easy for 6 weeks. I decided to do a series of self-portraits during this time of recuperation, a One a Day type of exercise to keep the pipes flowing. I'm playing with blind contour, colored inks, and chance. Here are the first seven...</div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-82181538062703332442012-05-19T07:56:00.000-04:002012-05-19T08:37:25.938-04:00In the Spirit of Carlo Pittore<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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DeWitt Hardy<br />
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Pat Hardy<br />
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George Burk<br />
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Richard Letham<br />
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Mary Hart<br />
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Anita Clearfield<br />
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Alex Rheault<br />
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Sigmund Abeles<br />
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Martha Miller<br />
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A figurative show that I co-curated with Bowdoinham artist Susan Drucker, in honor of the anniversary of the birthday of our mutual old friend, Carlo Pittore. Now playing at Aucocisco Galleries in downtown Portland, Maine!martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-43719902224039514562012-04-23T11:40:00.002-04:002012-04-23T12:02:43.190-04:00Something Old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I took this figure study out of it's old frame today to reframe it for an upcoming figurative show at Aucocisco Gallery. I will also be showing my new portrait, <a href="http://marthamillerart.blogspot.com/2012/04/reworking-greta.html">Greta's Dark Self</a>. This drawing is titled <em><strong>Matthew,</strong></em> and I drew it at a figure study group at <a href="http://marthamillerart.blogspot.com/2008/03/academy-of-carlo-pittore.html">The Academy of Carlo Pittore</a> in the late fall of 1988. I chuckle at the word Academy: Carlo's studio was in a dilapidated old chicken barn. Never the less, we worked very hard there! The upcoming show is titled <strong><em>In the Spirit of Carlo Pittore</em></strong>, in honor of Carlo's birthday, May 14th, and a percentage of the proceeds will go to The Pittore Foundation which issues grants to figurative artists. Bowdoinham artist Susie Drucker and I are the curators, and we are both old friends of Carlo, who died in 2005.martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-62619845677134791692012-04-18T09:46:00.006-04:002012-04-23T12:04:31.774-04:00Simple Conte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9x3trTVTQ1XN723QMFI8xayNc3Cnzz7_6agxvPoeCAq9mE1CtWnqqItSBZIEdCkbo9IJs805xztNIomER-_G9vC4_76XV5DlHzWd4AeqLMEKeRJfwLwtxFMJh5EHM5izg2k-E9CIhTtN/s1600/gwen4.gif"><img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732737197390166194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9x3trTVTQ1XN723QMFI8xayNc3Cnzz7_6agxvPoeCAq9mE1CtWnqqItSBZIEdCkbo9IJs805xztNIomER-_G9vC4_76XV5DlHzWd4AeqLMEKeRJfwLwtxFMJh5EHM5izg2k-E9CIhTtN/s640/gwen4.gif" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 305px;" width="488" /></a><br />
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An hour long portrait study of <a href="http://marthamillerart.blogspot.com/2012/03/gwen.html">Gwen</a> in simple conte crayon. Sometimes it feels good to just go back to the basics.</div>
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The drawing is roughly textured and layered with paint and drawing media - mostly pastel and colored pencil. I haven't felt this free to work a drawing to this level of finish since working on some of <a href="http://www.marthamiller.com/gallery/self-portraits?nggpage=2">my older self-portraits</a>. It feels quite satisfying to do so. I hope that the composition stays strong and that the piece retains its power without my initial loose and expressive lines...</div><div>I rather like this...it reminds me of an early <a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&sugexp=efis&qe=bHVjaWVuIGZyZXVkIHBv&qesig=-gEZgwBFkDP9kAANAc_Q7Q&pkc=AFgZ2tkedlPCoFyfWRDNOqeG5QshvfH9OumdRV6rGkn_gP6VeCWcBO9fMBxAbZ0fv7tLKx_tVaqN069ZCmeplzVz-zbAWokOTw&cp=15&gs_id=h&xhr=t&q=lucien+freud+portraits&qscrl=1&nord=1&rlz=1T4GGHP_enUS446US447&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&biw=1440&bih=744&ion=1&wrapid=tljp1334409355389030&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&authuser=0&ei=i3iJT6q1E4To0QG4gpy7CQ#um=1&hl=en&qscrl=1&nord=1&rlz=1T4GGHP_enUS446US447&authuser=0&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=lucian+freud+portraits+&oq=lucian+freud+portraits+&aq=f&aqi=g5g-S5&aql=1&gs_l=img.3..0l5j0i24l5.2925l3570l0l4485l5l5l0l0l0l0l64l280l5l5l0.efis.1.&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=530a61305c475aec&biw=1440&bih=744">Lucien Freud</a>, or perhaps a <a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&qscrl=1&nord=1&rlz=1T4GGHP_enUS446US447&q=stanley+spencer+portraits&ion=1&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_qf.,cf.osb&biw=1440&bih=744&wrapid=tlif133440965814510&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&authuser=0&ei=unmJT9y2IMm50AHTvYHHCQ">Stanley Spencer</a>...</div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-30569709091497982682012-03-21T11:49:00.007-04:002012-03-21T12:01:07.896-04:00Gwen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZDoV3hg8u4Oejzywg0zhMsNWLRI6hcUOmEFgPCWpGTeKb2Sg1K_pLdwpgFL9XA4RM6Cf4jPbYL3eUSc7bE7j-oAWnx8sAsrKjq0P6GOdG7LCyjr0Lt6klM3COua8Aeb_8o45trfIMBXv/s1600/gwen1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 295px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722380009017184866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZDoV3hg8u4Oejzywg0zhMsNWLRI6hcUOmEFgPCWpGTeKb2Sg1K_pLdwpgFL9XA4RM6Cf4jPbYL3eUSc7bE7j-oAWnx8sAsrKjq0P6GOdG7LCyjr0Lt6klM3COua8Aeb_8o45trfIMBXv/s400/gwen1.gif" /></a><strong><em>Gwen, I</em></strong><br />mixed media on Rives BFK, 22" x 30"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ukwHSV97Yuk2ekuty6DXk4uA7wdaiAidF1tPV8DqmYSb683WfOuX0Zrgu7Cez7vv2a-LiKxcB8bOm0cWvCU7h7PjO3H-tXQqVEx4kUpTLClz-WezIxYI5Vc1ZS-FyQ4r9TtJXTPmwSXv/s1600/gwen1b.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 309px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722378679844220018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ukwHSV97Yuk2ekuty6DXk4uA7wdaiAidF1tPV8DqmYSb683WfOuX0Zrgu7Cez7vv2a-LiKxcB8bOm0cWvCU7h7PjO3H-tXQqVEx4kUpTLClz-WezIxYI5Vc1ZS-FyQ4r9TtJXTPmwSXv/s400/gwen1b.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMElpx3DyqTx205HQXnALZopuS8CqCSWMjBU2JVb3PHBkYNAag7tmAWbz_Muje59CSzAoDKqdbs4sPJ2YYIElyaeA04y8Jl5APVXHUiYyj-nU4Tw-2PUxOZ3H5hb1_FqsE4A5Wkh35A9T/s1600/gwen2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 295px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722378549370785794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSMElpx3DyqTx205HQXnALZopuS8CqCSWMjBU2JVb3PHBkYNAag7tmAWbz_Muje59CSzAoDKqdbs4sPJ2YYIElyaeA04y8Jl5APVXHUiYyj-nU4Tw-2PUxOZ3H5hb1_FqsE4A5Wkh35A9T/s400/gwen2.gif" /></a><strong><em>Gwen, II</em></strong></div><div>mixed media on Rives BFK, 22" x 30"<br />Gwen, Imixed media on Rives BFK, 22" x 30"<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpVgIpQuOTXODYNZyOlrls7X1mX_8hyphenhyphen9htEZnHYBG97OP76xB6MItIezhjbztQ4-_Z8OK0-12PRGHMnrE4yJSmTeEGstb-OC6qeV1oZpqBUqs5wFcfsJLjfxlk-VS0M1f4YScDqNI8oQf/s1600/gwen2b.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 359px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722378447653617826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMpVgIpQuOTXODYNZyOlrls7X1mX_8hyphenhyphen9htEZnHYBG97OP76xB6MItIezhjbztQ4-_Z8OK0-12PRGHMnrE4yJSmTeEGstb-OC6qeV1oZpqBUqs5wFcfsJLjfxlk-VS0M1f4YScDqNI8oQf/s400/gwen2b.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9lyKvskn8eZ3cFuHw4hhetJTy1SRR99l5sJUz9_t4FCFpmCEcEciujLHWhvZTZ7qIDbVxIvnw2FNEAMO0qk9Xi9lvM4qPVALAywuamfx7Z5XsGJESgtvaQ63-HXXNzN6-kK_G-CvZptH/s1600/gwen3.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 327px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722378250415697714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9lyKvskn8eZ3cFuHw4hhetJTy1SRR99l5sJUz9_t4FCFpmCEcEciujLHWhvZTZ7qIDbVxIvnw2FNEAMO0qk9Xi9lvM4qPVALAywuamfx7Z5XsGJESgtvaQ63-HXXNzN6-kK_G-CvZptH/s400/gwen3.gif" /></a>Two one hour studies of the model who posed for my Mixed Media Portraiture Class yesterday afternoon.</div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-69944957736187037182012-03-17T11:09:00.025-04:002012-03-18T19:23:48.533-04:00Tales from Norwood, II<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLBQIlERmZkk78O31akFPXQfJfoeTENdgt02IY7Zl8nybK2YpNtblzhthpsLzD9L9gAJvEeS9Yi5R6Rg15XeqFLFUf-1HDc8Ev2mpuSKvXlDjIMW_XCMlK2HHihSAvf4zdajaBtYhS8-5/s1600/birdpara1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720883689375374786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLBQIlERmZkk78O31akFPXQfJfoeTENdgt02IY7Zl8nybK2YpNtblzhthpsLzD9L9gAJvEeS9Yi5R6Rg15XeqFLFUf-1HDc8Ev2mpuSKvXlDjIMW_XCMlK2HHihSAvf4zdajaBtYhS8-5/s400/birdpara1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Lela</strong></div><br />All the kids in the neighborhood thought that Lela was a witch. She certainly looked the part with her long faded skirts and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">oversized</span>, threadbare sweaters. She was a small person, bony and thin, and her face was as withered as an old apple, with wide set eyes that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">peered out</span> anxiously from deep sockets. She wore her long hair, which was the color of tired whites, pinned up except for once a month when she let it down to wash it. Lela didn't use shampoo: she washed her hair with a bar of Ivory Soap, and in an age of products like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Breck</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Prell</span>, this seemed extremely odd and old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">timey</span>. When the weather was warm enough, Lela washed her hair outdoors in a basin set up on a table on her porch, and then let it fly free as she skipped absently up and down Cherry Street, singing softly to herself until it was dry.<br /><br />Lela lived with her older brother Burt in a faded two story house on the corner of Sargent and Cherry Streets in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Norwood</span>, the section of Warwick, RI, where I grew up. Her yard was separated from ours by a border of pale gold iris's which, when you closed your eyes and sniffed them, smelled exactly like root beer. Her house was older than most of the homes in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Norwood</span> which were built at the end of WWII, and had sprung up en <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">masse</span> like mushrooms after a summer rain. It had Victorian details; ornate woodwork atop the columns on the back porch, and a gabled roof, and for as long as I could remember, was in need of paint. On Lela's property there was also a dark old musty garage with a dirt floor, and a smaller building that had once been a chicken coop.<br /><br />On sunny days, Lela and Burt sat outdoors in two old wooden chairs by the side of the garage. They were always bundled in layers of clothing of indeterminate colors, even on hot summer days. Burt sometimes plucked at a banjo, but otherwise they simply sat for hours, facing the sun, with their cats asleep at their feet. Burt died before I entered grade school so I mostly remember Lela living alone. After Burt was gone, Lela wandered the streets <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">alot</span>, talking to her herself, carrying a broom for a walking stick. <em>What am I gonna do?</em> she'd mutter.<em> What am I gonna do? </em>Occasionally she'd wander into our yard, where my Grandmother stood hanging the wash on our clothesline. <em>What am I gonna do?</em> she'd ask her. My Grandmother had no tolerance for Lela and shooed her away as if she was a pesky crow. <em>That Lela is not right in the head,</em> she'd say, disdainfully.<br /><br />Lela was the only person in the neighborhood who actually stopped The Rag Man, as he floated slowly up and down the streets in an <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)">ancient</span> pick up truck, yelling, <em>Rags! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Raags</span>!</em> in his wrecked and spooky monotone. She waited for him on the curb, waving her hand in the air and yodeling, <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Yoo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Hoo</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Yoo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Hoooo</span>!</em> over his hoarse, insistant, <em>Rags, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Raags</span>!</em> until he stopped. Lela gave him her bundle of rags in exchange for a few cents, which she would snap into a small leather change purse that she kept in her sweater pocket.<br /><br />Sometimes Lela stopped me on the street and handed me some coins from her purse. She always asked me to go to the corner market to buy the same two items: a can of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Calo</span> Cat Food and a box of chocolate covered graham crackers. Lela had no teeth, and I imagined that the graham crackers were easy to chew. I'd run to the store, purchase the crackers and cat food, then head to her house and knock on her back door. I could see her stooped figure approaching through the sheer curtain as she inched her way down the stairs to let me in. Once inside the back hall I was overwhelmed by the odor of cat urine. And another smell: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Noxema</span>. Cat pee, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Noxema</span>, and Ivory Soap; these were the smells in Lela's house. Lela took the grocery bag and the change from my hand and thanked me. Then she'd turn and say, <em>What am I gonna do?</em> and walk back up the stairs. I never saw beyond this back hallway, not until my late teens.<br /><br />I was having a rough winter my first year out of high school. It was the early spring of 1973, and I had started the fall semester at URI, then dropped out. I was too distracted by my relationship with my boyfriend, and getting stoned every day. I was back living with my parents and feeling quite depressed. I took a job working the assembly line at Hasbro Toys in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Pawtucket</span>, putting the legs on GI Joe dolls, quit that, then tried <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">waitressing</span> in a bar, and quit that, too. Both jobs were equally depressing. In the meantime, while looking for another job, I took care of my parents' house while they were at work: I cleaned, prepared supper, and hung out the wash. Lela would spot me and walk slowly over to the clothesline, broom/cane in hand.<br /><em>What am I gonna do?</em> she asked me. I didn't dismiss her the way that my Grandmother had. I didn't know what I was going to do either. I started to invite Lela in for tea. She'd sit with a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">downturned</span> mouth, looking worriedly around my mother's kitchen. My parents didn't like this. <em>Why are you bothering with Lela?</em> they asked, perturbed. I think that they thought of her like a stray cat or dog, and that once you fed one, you could never get rid of it. <em>She has family</em>, they insisted, <em>A nephew, and he looks in on her and gives her money</em>. But I knew that Lela needed more than this.<br />I began to take her over a plate of the supper I cooked each evening. She was grateful. The first time that I followed her up the stairs through the door to her kitchen, I was shocked to see how bare the place was. The kitchen was very old fashioned, with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">wainscoting</span> and high cupboards: there had once been wallpaper but it had long since peeled off, and the trim paint was filthy and chipped. Lela slept in an adjoining room that had once been a sitting room: now there was only a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">narrow</span> wrought iron bed with yellowed linens, a worn wooden dresser, and a chair. Most curious of all was a flush toilet that sat out in the open in one corner.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">began</span> to visit Lela during the day as well. I got used to the smell. Typically I'd find her lying in bed with her cats. One day when I arrived, Lela was up and rummaging through the top drawer of her dresser. She pulled out a couple of old photos of herself and Burt, and showed them to me. Then Lela told me that she used to have pictures of her parents, but she'd ripped them up and thrown them away. <em>Why did you do that, Lela?</em> I asked her gently. She became agitated and did not answer. I wondered what her childhood had been like, and I tried to picture Lela as a little girl in this house when the paint had been glossy and new.<br /><br />It was around this time that I began to consider going back to school, to study art therapy, and I got the notion that I could rehabilitate Lela. I walked over to her house manned with paper and paints, determined to to get her to make some art. <em>No, YOU paint</em>, she instructed me. So I sat and painted. One day Lela asked me to paint a picture on the bare cracked wall above her bed. <em>Paint me a Bird of Paradise</em>, she commanded, <em>I want to lie here and look at a Bird of Paradise</em>. The next morning I brought over the encyclopedia, stood on her chair, and referencing the colorful photograph in the book. painted an enormous Bird of Paradise on the wall in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">gaudy</span> rainbow hues. Lela laid back on her pillow and smiled her toothless smile. A<em>h, it's <strong>beautiful</strong></em><strong>,</strong> she sighed.<br /><br />Soon after this Lela became ill and was taken away in an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">ambulance</span>. After several days she returned home from the hospital and visiting nurses started to come to her house daily to give her her medication and to bring meals on wheels. I felt relieved that Lela was finally getting this care. I had found a steady job cleaning rooms at a hotel near the airport, and had gotten clean myself. No more smoking pot. I enrolled for the fall semester at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">RIJC</span>.<br /><br />Lela died that October, and the house sat empty with a For Sale sign on the front lawn all the following winter. In the spring, a young couple with two small children, a boy and a girl, bought Lela's house and began to renovate the place. I watched from my parents' kitchen window as they carried wheelbarrow loads of plaster down the sidewalk, and nailed up vinyl siding. I wondered what they thought about The Bird of Paradise? Did they smile at it the way Lela had? Or did they hurry to cover it with fresh paint, anxious to erase it along with the smell of cat pee, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Noxema</span> and Ivory Soap...martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-86392017806156320592012-03-16T09:59:00.025-04:002012-03-17T16:55:48.135-04:00Tales from Norwood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEI0h7qmdhWD2010QZVJyS7cUVKzBZflx4wP2R2yd37jYwAm88wxvGWAAXRzxGPF1Aio3Ix550q7qNKsVYO4erv7GquaXqowOU8StuXXwFZFar0ljltmfvSlIFrvqd4jUzrtwSOuT0h6y/s1600/me%2526mikeG.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 337px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720504796463662258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEI0h7qmdhWD2010QZVJyS7cUVKzBZflx4wP2R2yd37jYwAm88wxvGWAAXRzxGPF1Aio3Ix550q7qNKsVYO4erv7GquaXqowOU8StuXXwFZFar0ljltmfvSlIFrvqd4jUzrtwSOuT0h6y/s400/me%2526mikeG.gif" /></a><br /><div align="center"> <strong>Lost Love</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong> </div><div> The Gallogly's lived behind us: their house was on Sargent Street, ours was on Maple. They had six kids, same as us, same as many of the households in Norwood. Families back then had six, seven, even eight kids: this was the 50's after all, and the peak of the Baby Boom. Norwood was a lower middle class section of Warwick, the suburb of Providence, Rhode Island, where I grew up, and its streets were teeming with kids; kids walking to and from school or hanging out together jumping rope, kids playing Kick the Can, or a game of Red Rover. There was always someone to play with, and all you had to do was go to a friend's back door and yell. I learned to do this by following my older sister. </div><div> </div><div>My sister Debby was friends with Barbara Gallogly, the oldest of the Gallogly clan. Debby stood at the Gallogly's back door and yelled, "Hey, Bar<strong><em>-braaaaa!"</em></strong> dragging out the second syllable in the sing song manner reserved for this greeting. When kids got older, they dropped the "Hey" and simply called aloud their friend's name. This was a more casual and grown-up call, and the unspoken rule was that you could only do it this way if you were a teenager. Barbara's little brother Michael was my age, and he was my first friend. The dirt path beaten between our houses led from my back door to his: it ran past the lilac bushes, past the giant cherry tree, and past Mr. Gallogly's dilapidated garage which housed an ancient jalopy. I ran down this path every day and stood at the base of the Gallogly's worn wooden steps and yelled, "Hey, Mi<strong><em>chael!"</em></strong> like I'd learned from my sister. Mrs. Gallogly would appear at the door, tell me to wait one minute, and after a few seconds Michael would come scrambling eagerly down the steps to me. </div><div> </div><div>Michael Gallogly had elfish eyes set in a round face constellated with dark freckles, and big ears that stuck straight out in a friendly, attentive manner. I attribute my lack of squeamishness about bugs and worms to my friendship with him, because our favorite thing to do was dig holes in his back yard with the kitchen spoons that Mrs. Gallogly handed out to us. We dug through layers of dirt to find the purply pink earthworms we used as drivers for Michael's team of Tonka trucks. We didn't own any dolls this small, so we placed the gritty worms on the front seats of the little cabs behind the tiny steering wheels. Mrs. Gallogly poked her head out the kitchen window and yelled to us, "Are you digging a hole to China?" then laughed. I never knew what this meant. Some days she'd bring Kool-Aid out to us in those tall shiny aluminum drinking glasses that came in all the colors of an oil spill rainbow.</div><div> </div><div>Michael and I were best friends from the time I could walk, up until first grade. We climbed to the top branches of his cherry tree in the summer to stuff our mouths full of the sweet, red fruit. Sometimes we couldn't wait for the cherries to ripen and we'd eat them crunchy and green, even though his mother would yell at us that we'd get a belly ache. We sat in his father's old jalopy side by side on the cracked leather seats and pretended we were married and going for a drive. We scavanged dirty tin cans out of the trash, and using sticks we mixed together remnants of bacon grease, marshmallow Fluff, grape jelly and ketchup, then poured this "poison" over ants and watched them squirm. One time when I was swinging on his swing, Michael came over and kissed me. </div><div> </div><div>In my parents' photo albums there are black and white pictures of Michael and me. In summer we went barefoot and naked except for our white cotton underpants, and ran through fountains made by the donut shaped sprinkler hooked up to the thick black hose in my back yard. Afterwards, we'd lay down on towels spread out on the grass, our underpants sagging heavily with water, panting and smiling as we faced each other, enjoying the hot sun on our wet backs.</div><div> </div><div>When we started school we were both assigned to Mrs. Jaquolenzer's first grade classroom. We were not seated next to each other: Michael's seat was in the row in front of mine, but I felt glad and comforted to see the back of his head with his fuzzy crew cut and those sticky out ears. There was a girl seated next to Michael named Janet Tremblay. Each morning we would sing the Good Morning Song: Good morning, good morning, good morning to you! Good morning, good morning, and how do you do? and turn to the person next to us and shake their hand. </div><div> </div><div>Every day I watched Michael turn and smile at Janet Tremblay and shake her hand. Then one day in the school yard, just before the bell, a boy in my class ran up and told me that Michael had given Janet a necklace, and that he'd seen Michael kiss her on the mouth behind the school.That morning as we sang the Good Morning Song, I studied Janet Tremblay: I looked at her hair and her dress. Then I looked down at her shoes: they were the same style as mine, a Mary Jane with a thick strap and a big buckle, only mine were brown, and hers were <strong><em>red</em></strong>. Suddenly I felt plain and inadequate. I was sure that this was why Michael now loved Janet better than me. This was the first time that I recall feeling jealous, and it was the beginning of self-consciousness and comparing myself to others and coming up feeling deficient and unlovable.</div><div> </div><div>I stopped calling at Michael's door and made new friends; Patty Gardiner, Susan Bertrum, Janet McLaughlin, and the year went by. After school let out that summer, I sat looking out my screen window one night, and in the streetlamp light I saw Michael running up Maple Street to catch the ice cream truck. As I watched him, I felt a deep yearning. I knew that I was having a grown up feeling and it confused me. I didn't know what I was yearning for, for I was only seven, and I felt old and sad, as if I knew already that this yearning would become familiar, and that it would follow me my whole life the way my eyes followed Michael now, as he ran through the pool of golden lamplight, then disappeared into the dark summer night.</div><div> </div><div><em>My fortieth high school reunion is this year, and my classmates and I have been sharing stories from our youth on a Facebook Page created for that purpose. This prompted me to re-post <a href="http://marthamillerart.blogspot.com/2008/08/norwood-tales-part-one.html">this short story</a> which I wrote for a memoir class at MECA in 2005. </em></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-37033841792997912002012-03-14T11:37:00.005-04:002012-03-14T12:00:20.689-04:00This One Thing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIB2GQFXzdRE4diN65-t4HkA2TRcb2Mpgd8QX5ngyL9ejdq8CIjHQc6Bn4oJXzOZDiObrZlPvd7IInqdx7UV6PA9xlt_dzIxIrLG_N4dgyb-yzHkVkUTWEej4hoyqtL888mpptZj3bX0o5/s1600/mfa0.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 294px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719777819124424802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIB2GQFXzdRE4diN65-t4HkA2TRcb2Mpgd8QX5ngyL9ejdq8CIjHQc6Bn4oJXzOZDiObrZlPvd7IInqdx7UV6PA9xlt_dzIxIrLG_N4dgyb-yzHkVkUTWEej4hoyqtL888mpptZj3bX0o5/s400/mfa0.gif" /></a><br /><div>I visited the MFA in Boston last weekend, and saw oodles of wondrous things. And after taking in walls and walls of paintings and glass cases filled with artifacts, there is always ONE THING that rises to the surface of the sea of viewed objects and haunts me after a trip to the museum. One time it was an Alice Neel portrait, another time a vivid green painting by Arthur Dove, and after yet one other museum trip, what stuck with me was a small charcoal self-portrait scribbled on a napkin by Picasso.</div><div>This time it was this wonderfully animated portrait bust in the Renaissance section of the museum, painted with brilliant majolica glazes. I just love her expression.</div><div><em>I want to make one of these...</em></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-64938300755938301672012-03-01T07:51:00.008-05:002012-03-01T08:10:06.056-05:00Adam's Portrait<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzKpMqVS3aJ7lJh_JxqufdBJfu191Bzy-eCrjfH23ST58Y8E84RRFahyK2QqsDfch_KPJOrQgQww2uHF8BUaUPMuGpQkNIE8NhWae9ql_HSTrYIq_FtHM8An-m2iGZweglL0vS7sPVlSn/s1600/adam00.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714911242428739042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzKpMqVS3aJ7lJh_JxqufdBJfu191Bzy-eCrjfH23ST58Y8E84RRFahyK2QqsDfch_KPJOrQgQww2uHF8BUaUPMuGpQkNIE8NhWae9ql_HSTrYIq_FtHM8An-m2iGZweglL0vS7sPVlSn/s400/adam00.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhigD68-cT2zSLVFSMrOiZunqLfdTnX0MXDK8cl4tlYpkML_K5NauogLZU2UAeSbUwFMIMBvV8rZ45Xd43-oYlo3wkbmgDzNLglUrY1aB-11Kc1AeQdLu_24XvXJ2UPij9xWVNWewyq1z/s1600/adam0.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714911152937419730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhigD68-cT2zSLVFSMrOiZunqLfdTnX0MXDK8cl4tlYpkML_K5NauogLZU2UAeSbUwFMIMBvV8rZ45Xd43-oYlo3wkbmgDzNLglUrY1aB-11Kc1AeQdLu_24XvXJ2UPij9xWVNWewyq1z/s400/adam0.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguUhONaIvgqiR6TX8qDNnUO0kKvs2SV97XJsjUIcbOujXJDQPqWvg83wKBHSXHC1oTAjXvsg5SXRgczRpTz8XmobYfdjQAI0R7KBAJYJ5Q3QAajUdjCsZx3faU-hWQmdK6g5z9dayvQWcY/s1600/adam0a.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 344px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714911068473030658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguUhONaIvgqiR6TX8qDNnUO0kKvs2SV97XJsjUIcbOujXJDQPqWvg83wKBHSXHC1oTAjXvsg5SXRgczRpTz8XmobYfdjQAI0R7KBAJYJ5Q3QAajUdjCsZx3faU-hWQmdK6g5z9dayvQWcY/s400/adam0a.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiXfOl6SOGs6v2XMMMOQ58yC9rPiX8RLjCUDa0XDaAggqQgZYKd0Z8gAagQGytZKrwJQOyowUGPPhcnGutWVlIlJo7UtbzX5m72nM3Dac60i8syFxFSTFJDxnW-c6aTBYagmJ4KonP_3P/s1600/adam1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 295px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714910955782304466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtiXfOl6SOGs6v2XMMMOQ58yC9rPiX8RLjCUDa0XDaAggqQgZYKd0Z8gAagQGytZKrwJQOyowUGPPhcnGutWVlIlJo7UtbzX5m72nM3Dac60i8syFxFSTFJDxnW-c6aTBYagmJ4KonP_3P/s400/adam1.gif" /></a></div><div><em><strong>Adam Wriggins at Sixteen</strong></em>, 2012</div><div>mixed media on Rives BFK, 22" x 30"</div><div> </div><div>Last Friday I did this portrait of Adam Wriggins in my studio. He sat for about an hour and a half. His Mom, Marian Baker, gave him a gift certificate for this portrait as a Christmas gift. <a href="http://marthamillerart.blogspot.com/2009/08/island-studio.html">I did portraits of Marian and her older son Dan</a> a couple of years ago out on Little Cranberry Island where they spend their summers, and where <a href="http://marthamillerart.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-ill-remember.html">my daughter Kaitlyn lives year-round with her husband Cory</a>. My husband and I are heading out there tomorrow to spend a few days enjoying the island in late winter mode!</div></div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-66910807736438877172012-02-26T13:29:00.036-05:002012-02-27T09:39:59.435-05:00A Portrait of Tony<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713514290304304834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqn4Qj-PErDnZ28a6ubKDfdAZ8u6x2X_534B12fq2_tkNGljNWH9OQuXezzpAoGq1qOIkw84su6-opioW1pb-PsrVQre7ysH-fqrOFrjpbH7QL7LDum_x1izN4K2Ef3BLOtHlEdx8AvGot/s400/tony4.gif" border="0" /> <br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"></span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hNJp2g4iZBu11gpb-HuqvUUWID0t8td6EYWackMc0qCyvneQuM-VXysTo44yuLnH_0cwIjmWcV8BDBvR8UOC502flG-blue1U6RgbuNVkCHa4QhznLPOC7UyzzA2_U2A_7wj1gAYiWLF/s1600/tony13.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713513946644196770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hNJp2g4iZBu11gpb-HuqvUUWID0t8td6EYWackMc0qCyvneQuM-VXysTo44yuLnH_0cwIjmWcV8BDBvR8UOC502flG-blue1U6RgbuNVkCHa4QhznLPOC7UyzzA2_U2A_7wj1gAYiWLF/s400/tony13.gif" border="0" /></a><strong><em>Tony at Seventeen</em></strong>, 2012</div><br /><div>mixed media on Rives BFK, 22" x 30"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4NGUJUmT1KCpIfjG5M0vLOiHdTI9TPHyLYaE0BsO3eeRY_846fnDWJottHGKKW7Tc8095DdkWRhz41zq2cWtRifPSKR-okQXDZhU9zhRgqoKjLJQ2Bm-gyHwfQLbCJJbBHZ9uYkHazQS/s1600/tony14.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713513798629494674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4NGUJUmT1KCpIfjG5M0vLOiHdTI9TPHyLYaE0BsO3eeRY_846fnDWJottHGKKW7Tc8095DdkWRhz41zq2cWtRifPSKR-okQXDZhU9zhRgqoKjLJQ2Bm-gyHwfQLbCJJbBHZ9uYkHazQS/s400/tony14.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4_K3E01EZCgiMIh48hpm07ZjhC3quCn6Knc8oKm0cPmJYuAbOzHLZaG1aopQTnZRK3h-FQXCOFcGfGcQmDkduLPqi9Ww9PUD0uVizXksxk_RE6BImvq2g1DzGivSFg8rLNhYl_Z6Llfi/s1600/tony15.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713513534174140722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4_K3E01EZCgiMIh48hpm07ZjhC3quCn6Knc8oKm0cPmJYuAbOzHLZaG1aopQTnZRK3h-FQXCOFcGfGcQmDkduLPqi9Ww9PUD0uVizXksxk_RE6BImvq2g1DzGivSFg8rLNhYl_Z6Llfi/s400/tony15.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGwNsgKd4A4lk2TR1wX70s15B6lXqZQ7SLtyk0g8AvXzfyQh2w7YRDzA8io2JAUF5zFU1L9FALXsnCtiSlnAau35OGoB_O92Ch439KvSn-lNtxlcLxxggZFMhpPgYpdaPUPGQvKMOA3wkY/s1600/tony16.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713513426551076194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGwNsgKd4A4lk2TR1wX70s15B6lXqZQ7SLtyk0g8AvXzfyQh2w7YRDzA8io2JAUF5zFU1L9FALXsnCtiSlnAau35OGoB_O92Ch439KvSn-lNtxlcLxxggZFMhpPgYpdaPUPGQvKMOA3wkY/s400/tony16.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>After <a href="http://marthamillerart.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-spirit-works.html">my experience in the the stone shop</a>, Tony has been on my mind. I have so few photographs of him, and could have sworn that I had given an envelope full of the ones that I do own to my son Eben and his wife. But they said, no, they didn't have them. And when I've searched for them in my albums and boxes and big Rubbermaid bins full of photos, I've had no luck. But one day last week, just before getting ready to leave the house, I felt compelled to look for them once again. I dropped everything and went to the closet in the spare bedroom where I keep all our old photos (this includes my father's massive collection - there are <strong><em>tons</em></strong>...) and like someone acting out a hypnotic command, like a homing pigeon, like an arrow heading for the bull's eye, I mechanically yanked out several of the large bins, took the lid off one, and <em>there they were</em>, the photos I'd not been able to find, including the one at the top of this post, Tony's high school yearbook picture, taken when he was seventeen. I quickly scanned this pile of images and put them in a digital file.</div><br /><div>After finishing a commissioned portrait in my studio later that afternoon, after the sitter left, and I was alone in my studio, I felt compelled again - but this time to draw Tony's portrait. I brought up his image on my laptop and enlarged it until he was looking at me, filled my brush with paint and set to work. And while working on it, I cried. A<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lot</span>. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Something has shifted inside of me this week. Some door in my heart has opened. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This brings to mind one of the last bits of wisdom imparted to me by my grandmother, who lived to be 100.In the final weeks of her life, Gramma took my hand and sandwiched it tightly between both of hers, then looked me in the eyes and pronounced simply, urgently,</div><br /><div>"<em>Never hate</em>, Martha. Never hate."</div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-26428403540108446282012-02-21T07:09:00.041-05:002012-02-27T13:07:52.124-05:00How Spirit Works<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUaimQ6azimAT-yauDBj8VcAlG2oZq3Q0Tf-Q96OYNb2te5kCat0oRc8_xByY7rF1ehvOxgfCG6ke3qY_i48R9zJj_SIByfIOFAbL0RskHYw8LeEUjim6-uAesTeXpsMsfOeUHTmn1hcv/s1600/tony0.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712380983790557490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUaimQ6azimAT-yauDBj8VcAlG2oZq3Q0Tf-Q96OYNb2te5kCat0oRc8_xByY7rF1ehvOxgfCG6ke3qY_i48R9zJj_SIByfIOFAbL0RskHYw8LeEUjim6-uAesTeXpsMsfOeUHTmn1hcv/s400/tony0.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Tony holding Eben, Scituate, RI, summer, 1974.</span><br /><br /><div><br /><div align="left">I got pregnant in late summer when I was 19 years old. The year was 1973. It seems incredible to me now, looking back from the wisened age of 57, that I thought of myself as a mature being at that time. <em>Nineteen</em>. Barely out of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">utero</span>, psychologically speaking...<br />I was not married, and my boyfriend, Tony, was the same age as me. Well, one month older, to be exact. We were <em>both</em> so <em>very young</em>. <a href="http://marthamillerart.blogspot.com/2009/03/obsession.html">And our relationship was far from healthy</a>. When she heard the news of my pregnancy, Tony's mother decided not to send him to URI where he'd been accepted, but out of state to a school in Arizona (she was paying the tuition). I resented this mightily at the time, but later realized that she was protecting me. I attended a local Community College that fall while living at home with my supportive parents, and they were the ones who were there with me when I delivered a baby boy in the spring. Tony met our son Eben for the first time when he came home for the summer after finishing his freshman year. We found an apartment and moved in together - things were rocky, and I experienced the first incidents of abuse. Even so, in our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">naivete</span> (thinking it would fix things) we got married. A sad but common tale, and things predictably (again, the prediction now voiced from 57 year old lips...) went from bad to worse. I had matured quite a bit by this point - having a baby sort of does that to a person! But Tony confessed that he was too young, and that he would have wanted to get married and have children with me, but <em>much later</em>, not now. He became <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">increasingly</span> abusive. I sought out a counselor at URI who told me that I had two choices: to get Tony to come in for couples counseling with me, or to leave him. Period. Tony refused to go to counseling with me, and after three months of this miserable marriage, I packed up and left.<br /><br />I filed for divorce, and met Garry, my current husband of 36 years. We got married and moved to Maine in 1976. I never saw Tony again. I'd hear about him through his family - I knew that he'd gone back to school, and had spent some time in the service. Then I heard more disturbing news: his family's summer home had burnt to the ground, and Tony was suspected of starting the fire. I heard from some of his old friends that he'd been acting strange, how he would answer the door stark naked, and that he was delusional. They told me he thought that "some sailor" had fathered Eben, and they reported that Tony believed himself to be a CIA agent, and had even travelled to DC to do a "stake out" in a motel room. When he came back to RI, Tony went into a rage and chased after his mother with a kitchen knife. It was after that terrible and frightening event that he was institutionalized and finally diagnosed with schizophrenia.<br /><br />Hearing all of this over the phone, far away and safe with my new husband and growing family in Maine, made me even more relieved that I had taken heed of that counselor's advice and had known enough to leave Tony. I had observed his strange behavior, and had frequently been the recipient of his verbal and physical attacks, but nothing this extreme. I had attributed these episodes to all the pot he smoked. Little did I know then that he was self-medicating. <em>Poor boy.</em><br /><br /><br />Tony received treatment and was released from the hospital in the early 80's. His family recounts that he was the best they'd ever seen him, that he was taking medication and in good spirits. He embarked on a cross country car trip, planning to relocate to Riverside, CA, where he was born. He made it as far as Yosemite National Park, then disappeared. He's been missing ever since.<br /><br />My husband adopted Eben when he was two, and we had four more children together. I rarely think of Tony, until Eben turns a certain way, and there I will see Tony in their same chestnut brown eyes, or graceful curve of lips. Or when he shows up in a dream. My dreams about Tony all have the same theme: I'm surprised and delighted to see him somewhere, or I'm calling him from a phone booth (remember those?) eager to tell him about Eben, who is now a grown man, seventeen years older than Tony was the last time I saw him, and a college professor with a PhD in American History, married to a terrific woman, with two beautiful children of his own. "Tony!" I say, "You need to come meet Eben! You'll be so proud of him! You two have much in common!" In the dreams Tony can <em>almost</em> hear me, and after the dreams, I always feel like I've been with him.<br /><br />Last Friday while checking my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span></span> page, I saw the birthday notices and remembered that it was Tony's birthday, February 17<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span></span>. "Oh, he would be 58 today," I thought to myself, and for a fleeting moment, all negative memories of Tony lifted and I was left with a warm sensation in my heart, and a feeling of compassion for the beautiful but wounded and troubled young man he had been. That was that, and I got dressed and went on with my day.<br /><br />Later that afternoon I went shopping for a birthday gift for my granddaughter, Cecilia, Eben's oldest child. She turned 8 on the 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span></span>. Cecilia is fascinated with stones and minerals, and has started quite a collection. At Christmastime I gave her an apple sized chunk of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">amethyst</span> which I bought at a little shop in Portland called <a href="http://www.stonesandstuff.com/">Stones n Stuff.</a> I chose the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">amethyst</span> at the suggestion of the store owner, Heather, who told me that this would be an excellent choice for a little Pisces. Heather has vast knowledge of the healing power of stones, something I don't know much about, and had never <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">taken</span> much stock in. On Friday I told her that I was looking for a birthday gift for this same granddaughter, and she helped me select an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">amethyst</span> pendant. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">wanted</span> to also buy one more stone for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ceci's</span></span> collection, and was drawn to a display of shimmering spikes of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">fluorite. A</span>s I stood there trying to decide which piece to give Cecilia, another customer walked in the door. Heather called out to her, "Happy Birthday!" and I quickly looked up to see an attractive dark haired woman about my age. I knew immediately that she was born in 1954, the same year as Tony, yet I said aloud, from across the room, "Today is your birthday?" "Yes!" she exclaimed, smiling broadly. "Do you mind me asking what year you were born?" I continued, knowing what her answer would be. "No, not at all!" she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">beemed</span></span>. "1954."<br /><br />"You were born the same year and day as my ex-husband who has been missing for over 30 years." I told her. "He doesn't come to mind often, but I did think of him strongly this morning when I saw it was the 17<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">th</span></span>." "Oh!" she said, "That's a powerful story!" I agreed, "Yes. Yes, it is. And what a bit of synchronicity to bump into one of his birthday buddies on his birthday."<br /><br />I selected a deep purple and green piece of flourite and completed my purchase, then walked out into the bright winter afternoon. And it wasn't until my drive home, as I sped northward on 295 with my car flooded with the light of the setting sun that it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">occurred</span> to me: I was buying Cecilia her birthday gifts, just then, when this strange thing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">occurred</span>, when that woman walked in. <em>Cecilia</em>, who is also <em>Tony's </em>granddaughter. And then it hit me, <em>that he was there today in the shop</em> - that the woman who came in through that door brought with her a bit of his spirit, and that he helped me choose a gift for Cecilia.<br /><br /><em>Can this be how spirit works?</em> Is there <em>really </em>a plane beyond all earthly squabbles, misunderstandings and trouble, beyond illness, beyond anger? A realm where we are all connected by love of the <em>purest </em>variety?</div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-76764064477889675842012-02-20T08:28:00.013-05:002012-02-20T08:44:47.574-05:00Earth, Wind and Fire...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1xiUr6tK6EDrdUA7HFOXg9aHSeLOPyIb2jvapGNlXDO_seR9hu_miYMGchnbBujkyX9SL7omIhzdWnbFeZZcjObaL05K6gij8-WewuaqUxeAF9769pQvO-HAJC6fkYYfKmGkMjvs_xu2/s1600/wn106.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711211604965454850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1xiUr6tK6EDrdUA7HFOXg9aHSeLOPyIb2jvapGNlXDO_seR9hu_miYMGchnbBujkyX9SL7omIhzdWnbFeZZcjObaL05K6gij8-WewuaqUxeAF9769pQvO-HAJC6fkYYfKmGkMjvs_xu2/s400/wn106.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplZCsFhm6Zwau4pQYTINlouVVd8g0j20GlqHtxYXSeO482YFQbEaIPQrdMkaAc8W0pDW2pASK7Rp9C66YsICOrNVZVdYC69hIFzdf-QBc-KovxzY5sQYX-FxOi20bwhtJbsMfR9yoEbRD/s1600/wn108.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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We have had a mild winter with very little snow. Will we get an early spring? Or get hit with winter in March?</div><div><em><a href="http://www.mysterynet.com/shadow/">The shadow knows!</a></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-67170298634160319112012-02-08T12:54:00.025-05:002012-02-09T09:48:36.685-05:00Another Monday Afternoon @ Barnfire Studio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mnkCnuIiu0Xi6OZR81pA6Kbf6q74dNei_5bC69x08gz_rR4QjvB1_mABNXCyvvInJAdVh5AlEGEaPEllAV2Z5ruCskCnj3u7uF605NnMooRKAUq9-D5z9mWU_4_iE56iph7JCSjQxH4/s1600/bfs24.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706861578620260610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7mnkCnuIiu0Xi6OZR81pA6Kbf6q74dNei_5bC69x08gz_rR4QjvB1_mABNXCyvvInJAdVh5AlEGEaPEllAV2Z5ruCskCnj3u7uF605NnMooRKAUq9-D5z9mWU_4_iE56iph7JCSjQxH4/s400/bfs24.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKMuw8o1ZGnf9xtCWNuV8PCj0NU8hasqeiFAuiECND5gxkR4QXmFAbploXr_kyj1g5TU5ZTnIv1hpSsUD4IrqIu8LUTjjT1muMZSaQUuf2NnutIwq8dnO2o3yadHuTlu4jNulu1I-PcYI/s1600/bfs25.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706861501359409410" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdlUNHM4V5Gk9qyjfHhyphenhyphenUtfUVnOAQcjKrhcCb9W9vveCezL_NqTaK_JXu3e_wYF0d7l-y2vJjGNO7CdGAyIhYRNlPi4mzs_Fq82IIbkTfYtr7ihaMinCkRShpU6bX-Wr029QFn9QqH6w/s400/bfs31.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">Talented Kiddos + Props + Charcoal = <em>Cool Wall 'o' Portraits!</em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-78149669641514265372012-02-02T18:35:00.010-05:002012-02-03T09:47:02.646-05:00Monday Afternoons at Barnfire Studio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7bL18agT0e6zMoMb6AP80xeSXH9lg8OGwmoQvfnvIhNohWjLARgf5PJndr3eLwG7xLLYl0CwnNDAMOSugQjHPPCj1doSajgUl6jQnda4FCSjEwFLEEwIxV8MSVgZH3ofsFusUZMIlwI/s1600/bfs1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704919516510230786" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8CNwwHENxyM64eVNPuznXUN56wFLQR2WrLGOy9Zupirtj2XPJcnbihGGTvubUbEwRiUBUG90hB0sGRvDxj6QBs8d3g5JrHCl2d7xDuVuym4fAyLYcLMq9R4OSdKbPsUREkDMGDxYfBw/s400/bfs5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIdtA_0JzlsGASXOHRdozJeaH2MOQrgUhqnZcsQHYXFcf3DXPkbkrFD4v1kdAeZmlQY_vxCcm8u8sFdQ1wYC-y36SFss-juNHCCbuQKVV3kLRazRUNWjx4saVyJqjlRs_nDjTDTrDcP4/s1600/bfs6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704919105801219890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIdtA_0JzlsGASXOHRdozJeaH2MOQrgUhqnZcsQHYXFcf3DXPkbkrFD4v1kdAeZmlQY_vxCcm8u8sFdQ1wYC-y36SFss-juNHCCbuQKVV3kLRazRUNWjx4saVyJqjlRs_nDjTDTrDcP4/s400/bfs6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fhZMhlzI_6ZYZkNPRiDe2elxyC8wi8QccP6hyphenhyphen_jP7o8YVkecuVXRGgeCT6sci0ti5Fpls1W5_DotD4aX-XACaEaFLrQxF5kHjthq_6NsXQkOAhtTr_orBoVBS-FBhQJ0QKXygGu3h64/s1600/bfs7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704919018177017698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fhZMhlzI_6ZYZkNPRiDe2elxyC8wi8QccP6hyphenhyphen_jP7o8YVkecuVXRGgeCT6sci0ti5Fpls1W5_DotD4aX-XACaEaFLrQxF5kHjthq_6NsXQkOAhtTr_orBoVBS-FBhQJ0QKXygGu3h64/s400/bfs7.jpg" border="0" /></a> I've filled my first private class, an afterschool drawing class for 8 - 12 year olds, including two of my grandsons. What fun! <em>Have a wonderful weekend, all!</em></div></div></div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-85676098429429250372012-01-27T19:48:00.009-05:002012-01-27T19:59:27.665-05:00Fanning the Flames<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN33LsZmceAUb-Kdy1xveuD41H-NkiFEPegn05UNnvWAaVXucqBWzbOY7nKVQs3ufwnnWuITx6ADphZ1dKjSGVP1lYi4QGv_6q8qCs1iqQ6WEXBVABUkeKKqTINRMGp7hqygb65lDW-7w/s1600/ns30.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702479369073881522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN33LsZmceAUb-Kdy1xveuD41H-NkiFEPegn05UNnvWAaVXucqBWzbOY7nKVQs3ufwnnWuITx6ADphZ1dKjSGVP1lYi4QGv_6q8qCs1iqQ6WEXBVABUkeKKqTINRMGp7hqygb65lDW-7w/s400/ns30.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJ_1XoBqdWGoXrwxIPAu39kr6qcKsF5UGM4caqngEhHdRJ0NcREIHFszwRGhL6ynq9xbUDuqWyJv759tQL_imF3cQjJOWB5c5KR7Z21ETxmZ2uAB-jFstIgDHIyztchhsDmYkZ6Vkato/s1600/ns31.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702479268986914770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJ_1XoBqdWGoXrwxIPAu39kr6qcKsF5UGM4caqngEhHdRJ0NcREIHFszwRGhL6ynq9xbUDuqWyJv759tQL_imF3cQjJOWB5c5KR7Z21ETxmZ2uAB-jFstIgDHIyztchhsDmYkZ6Vkato/s400/ns31.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXZETVSi8J3ruVieGWHtITAMV21nTRx-ljePW9clUTnbdUlcR6K4vuEtchLayVCxEHVaFHd_y7L3_h7MSHVxnKZmdbjVHsS1g9_9mxTVnlJxmPd50GYL1oXUcnCkd7oXaWUTPnS8I4_s/s1600/ns32.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702479164805368994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXZETVSi8J3ruVieGWHtITAMV21nTRx-ljePW9clUTnbdUlcR6K4vuEtchLayVCxEHVaFHd_y7L3_h7MSHVxnKZmdbjVHsS1g9_9mxTVnlJxmPd50GYL1oXUcnCkd7oXaWUTPnS8I4_s/s400/ns32.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9s3YT2kEIrJlcezX-9_dRVc4S0D5Pe1G4K1wHVQDzAR9c4farvGVNECQV1QdmI9BbmLrWzZcO19rbmbPwH9tkk6MQ-VrOCkgexciM4j-3gtywRWNShnWTffDjyuDNLxTbIfa_nRIOzWA/s1600/ns33.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702479035161364386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9s3YT2kEIrJlcezX-9_dRVc4S0D5Pe1G4K1wHVQDzAR9c4farvGVNECQV1QdmI9BbmLrWzZcO19rbmbPwH9tkk6MQ-VrOCkgexciM4j-3gtywRWNShnWTffDjyuDNLxTbIfa_nRIOzWA/s400/ns33.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLPjgZMdHu6vjwbrF53SfYVP7VsXCaeCJWvPUGxmj8y5lnEq5HIoqKZpFrhy_V4jcx2j1Ryf8ypxDxp_KZloC8A6DNrByjKzlcED4SepeZNL_e02kTgcsXjRD3C5raMxHPwaXIn3CQPM/s1600/ns29.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 273px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702478952629234146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpLPjgZMdHu6vjwbrF53SfYVP7VsXCaeCJWvPUGxmj8y5lnEq5HIoqKZpFrhy_V4jcx2j1Ryf8ypxDxp_KZloC8A6DNrByjKzlcED4SepeZNL_e02kTgcsXjRD3C5raMxHPwaXIn3CQPM/s400/ns29.gif" /></a></div><div>Been busy painting the walls of my new studio in preparation for my first private class which starts this coming Monday! It's an afterschool drawing class for kids age 8 - 12, and I have 6 students! Thought I'd liven up the place with a bit of paper fire...:^)</div><div> </div><div>Barn's burnt down...now I can see the moon. ~ Masahide</div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-65837658646070930962012-01-23T08:39:00.024-05:002012-01-23T10:01:38.329-05:00Never Ever<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzyRSxCJ8fNLHNJT6LXIUwTcqJ9C6zqRBl6cP3j24KXudEpgsJlTWnjsUj1nGWnm1KP2uhJ8PFYfJSkwEbRn-mt3o8ojzz539OEIUi6i_tK5QnwNRPpmsDCR4L-WDXjUja6Gx0FqymuM/s1600/ls68.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700827947728299330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzyRSxCJ8fNLHNJT6LXIUwTcqJ9C6zqRBl6cP3j24KXudEpgsJlTWnjsUj1nGWnm1KP2uhJ8PFYfJSkwEbRn-mt3o8ojzz539OEIUi6i_tK5QnwNRPpmsDCR4L-WDXjUja6Gx0FqymuM/s400/ls68.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzSoWDlp9PkmsavwZ5qvuvs4gKZ1MI7BJN2y5nTmDMKnLinMpZn2YVeK_2k7s9VcZRVMQm8Rag6ATZb_CUW-pcmJ5SKu4I4-WfaMACYeMdgRrfyWz6StJyBhS-ZpsXZ6e4w16IIfJQMI/s1600/ls41.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700827710967500178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhzSoWDlp9PkmsavwZ5qvuvs4gKZ1MI7BJN2y5nTmDMKnLinMpZn2YVeK_2k7s9VcZRVMQm8Rag6ATZb_CUW-pcmJ5SKu4I4-WfaMACYeMdgRrfyWz6StJyBhS-ZpsXZ6e4w16IIfJQMI/s400/ls41.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_GvpBZWy55D4qNcdQchxkjCSKgDdAjZSm-0ujGYigm12NQTpLQZbH0NMlOAAMCOtAl0_RhSolSW6Uq6M0eWueqE3y4ahywGMdo6Nz-tR04yGoFputH13ba_W6B3pwxXyejIcZyvC0Nw/s1600/ls43.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700826739723687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_GvpBZWy55D4qNcdQchxkjCSKgDdAjZSm-0ujGYigm12NQTpLQZbH0NMlOAAMCOtAl0_RhSolSW6Uq6M0eWueqE3y4ahywGMdo6Nz-tR04yGoFputH13ba_W6B3pwxXyejIcZyvC0Nw/s400/ls43.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRk5rqObr1_oEm2IAe4WodFfGYEVgREU5hCc2ke928NEm7ct8p3DghAE2KwjFa4GTAaYfD1YigpMypTJPCZ8kE8ap13Xrg9hp2pUiI4gD0zj88HXbRRxxZq-in4KbiigRzMDpriYCyCWY/s1600/ls66.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700826318067190930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRk5rqObr1_oEm2IAe4WodFfGYEVgREU5hCc2ke928NEm7ct8p3DghAE2KwjFa4GTAaYfD1YigpMypTJPCZ8kE8ap13Xrg9hp2pUiI4gD0zj88HXbRRxxZq-in4KbiigRzMDpriYCyCWY/s400/ls66.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQqAizpkvnBkuDjjKDjDXinVQddtwxaOU8O4HxcdeH8xybTCmKGOS4YjbEkg_Ou_edbQT2Mo0UtSxzMa1tR4sXmkFcMvPj4KYbJFrTdRzZG8-JIzBiDYa0uByeIhFtJ7N5xmE6EOtNoM/s1600/ls69.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700826091499525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQqAizpkvnBkuDjjKDjDXinVQddtwxaOU8O4HxcdeH8xybTCmKGOS4YjbEkg_Ou_edbQT2Mo0UtSxzMa1tR4sXmkFcMvPj4KYbJFrTdRzZG8-JIzBiDYa0uByeIhFtJ7N5xmE6EOtNoM/s400/ls69.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTiRNmnEqIkbN2aUW7FhgRC3FAyqJbXs9MtjZXzok7CL4Ms_ieMN_qrnv_YoJ2u0LRfC_d-DyOKlrsBE4PcdNWAGAAJnAy1_9_TjhaqXwyJXJyLRocGF2veD_di8a7VKHhBxKwZR9I42Y/s1600/ls61a.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700828317947582770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTiRNmnEqIkbN2aUW7FhgRC3FAyqJbXs9MtjZXzok7CL4Ms_ieMN_qrnv_YoJ2u0LRfC_d-DyOKlrsBE4PcdNWAGAAJnAy1_9_TjhaqXwyJXJyLRocGF2veD_di8a7VKHhBxKwZR9I42Y/s400/ls61a.gif" border="0" /></a>Lisbeth <a href="http://wwwnotbadthing.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-er.html">has bounced back </a>once again, amazing woman/child.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQJcCmSitekA6KJUGRw3KQIrp_Wp8kyvGRv5KnTQu8tDZbJh4E1fYygsXsw3-JtFp3sBdSbq_VBAhsBOsnwBKwNA5yz0V2KRoTihqsg493asqpDAsJXi2knTXGK4jOjpy0nLwqtN63S8/s1600/ls61.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700832052705076802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQJcCmSitekA6KJUGRw3KQIrp_Wp8kyvGRv5KnTQu8tDZbJh4E1fYygsXsw3-JtFp3sBdSbq_VBAhsBOsnwBKwNA5yz0V2KRoTihqsg493asqpDAsJXi2knTXGK4jOjpy0nLwqtN63S8/s400/ls61.gif" border="0" /></a>I took a video of Lisbeth dancing in my studio yesterday. After she left, I viewed it, and as I watched it <a href="http://lyricstranslate.com/en/Bense-Au-grand-jamais-lyrics.html">this song </a>happened to be playing on my CD player. It seemed to fit perfectly, so I went home and made it the soundtrack. I had no idea what the words meant, or at least I thought I didn't know. I did take a few years of French when I was in Jr. High and High School. Maybe it stayed with me more than I realize, because after I made this video I looked up the translation to the song...<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwdSTi9vpaIGAGxIMyR7jZsa3885lt28BtjUl7GDP_AE_XQdiWvzqctN7h-JHCrlaP_3FkQd9QiYzgszkpPBA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><em>Am I ever fragile? Do I really have a choice?</em><br /><em>Do I ever gently grumble, maybe? Was I thinking of death? </em><br /><em>To eventually stop... being so strong</em><br /><em>Can I even cry?</em><br /><em>No never, never ever</em><br /><em>Look, am I trembling?</em><br /><em>No never, I'd rather die</em><br /><em>Than let life kill me</em><br /><em>No never, ever, never ever...</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.benseonline.com/">Julien Bense</a></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-78728737764582770322012-01-22T08:57:00.013-05:002012-01-22T09:10:07.029-05:00Barnfire Studio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHibpAP0bwdlYgAnX3dc2fULNbVgVAmxfSjsGAuUO_RZfzF2pqqVQaH3gPDyyiXc3yTZ0EyBN0GlLCvzd5sAly_i7oo_RP5tghFM4HjRzWDmsbaK8-zQLcUf7mihLLGLF91SH5mi_cqw/s1600/ns1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700455962222994386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHibpAP0bwdlYgAnX3dc2fULNbVgVAmxfSjsGAuUO_RZfzF2pqqVQaH3gPDyyiXc3yTZ0EyBN0GlLCvzd5sAly_i7oo_RP5tghFM4HjRzWDmsbaK8-zQLcUf7mihLLGLF91SH5mi_cqw/s400/ns1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJVL-fyuBko748EEs63esSabYhr5Kdr4zdG3ZR0nFrBwmC-CaKPajNeGhCiIZcmOsTbD4NbGm79XI-OSTlIrrYTurYLLXPBUJzN3mi5ttEi_jzRXtKpav6RGOeX0Xg2Bggh0nzsmRd3OA/s1600/ns2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700455890026285442" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFujOuEkhLyrqdrX1vGjgUZ3F6GV5dper7BDmVdG_5xxJlYtc_vtzeNoWh5FTe6q5B4B-ms1Q90kWnRIpnPruFbsOZHT1TXqhpoOUCIYjjjPbUL1Q-Xy8WV9UyMh63p23G7zleQ5cVSo/s400/ns4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJ0HJa7bLLG2sKS8kR-X76dniZ2Qf3vrVseDGMsQH2WuUqaVoSamfOKiJwQJ_ZYHxITMyODIh-UsI_kveMQ0KhNtQWc97prkWA3iTjxcqoxHokOn6VQy8kOw-9ZHykWx6jXkWSKZ76XU/s1600/ns5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700455582917945042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJ0HJa7bLLG2sKS8kR-X76dniZ2Qf3vrVseDGMsQH2WuUqaVoSamfOKiJwQJ_ZYHxITMyODIh-UsI_kveMQ0KhNtQWc97prkWA3iTjxcqoxHokOn6VQy8kOw-9ZHykWx6jXkWSKZ76XU/s400/ns5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPkRSK_HyuZxLFZNNTr7fE2bWxvrCpJuFbr9TUeXBSiK1uAQDfFv1N_OpURVaiahNPPoQmPOxAREiaxrFz4sxfkCTnuEPwzguuOCkNSmddx6ncdt3Ux7FX1agQjdxV0cNl6KvFjKl69Ok/s1600/ns6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700455506348830082" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8bzdk1tle3p3pIayDUOSSxqY41YeELnyMuFrq8B0OYbYKQsvvIcTIFuEDpiGDdicFQu_YqrbgViV1ycVrA2vKDp4N7kMe54eiinbgZTRMcjQIa5UZ_ZyQTzoqliho9cw1gMJCZYDN2uQ/s400/ns8.jpg" border="0" /></a> My four grandchildren, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">christening</span> the drawing wall in my new studio!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YUTURPVhhvwyECLY8tWyvYYMlJcwJkE-C4kP2Xc7SW0lbDPf5gRdzgxSG6mfA5b911wfPu08u8LOD8bqfKYP9yB6flg-ufkv5EdLX9AW3LtH2COwlQWveLt9zlY6sBa8jrHsNchkw4I/s1600/ns9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700455232927719938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YUTURPVhhvwyECLY8tWyvYYMlJcwJkE-C4kP2Xc7SW0lbDPf5gRdzgxSG6mfA5b911wfPu08u8LOD8bqfKYP9yB6flg-ufkv5EdLX9AW3LtH2COwlQWveLt9zlY6sBa8jrHsNchkw4I/s400/ns9.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-23541550680233307062012-01-20T10:15:00.002-05:002012-01-20T10:18:20.250-05:00Serve Somebody<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BzJUvx2yQPg" frameborder="0" width="420" height="315"></iframe>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-17560279919427074092012-01-19T09:23:00.014-05:002012-01-19T10:09:29.270-05:00Look for Them...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgct7RoAZOe9aSq2ja5BySkWvOEVemIVLXqy2uT3HPmK6G1MgTPznJr9MOsiKSy-DJiYnAEDJJq8_c_r0ePl_8bt0caOO4CLcNS39pvUhBD9eimWMRSU_1DlUjmfisnBslXjfMHmiDhJtg/s1600/grd4.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699349309077495762" style="DISPLAY: block; 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I was taking a break from working in my studio, feeling traumatized and tired from <a href="http://wwwnotbadthing.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-er.html">the night before</a>. I saw the hummingbird first...and took my camera out of my bag and snapped a few pictures. When downloading these images this morning, I saw <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centaur">the centaur...</a></div><br /><br /><div>I thought of <a href="http://marthamillerart.blogspot.com/2012/01/promising-sign.html">last week's Promise...</a></div><br /><br /><div>I thought of the woman who checked us in at the ER Tuesday night...</div><br /><br /><div>She was wearing an enamel horse pin, and she told me about her business, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Triple-J-Farm-Home-of-Healing-Horses/161224827286341"><strong>Healing Horses</strong></a>, and invited me to bring Lisbeth out for a visit sometime soon. She said, "She doesn't have to get on a horse right away or even at all, if she doesn't want to. She can just enjoy being there with the horses - maybe help to feed and brush them. It does folks good just to be around the horses, out in the fresh air." I asked her if she has an all white horse, thinking that Lisbeth would love to see a horse that matches her kitty, Milkweed. She said, "Yes, in fact we do. He's an old Arabian that we rescued. His name is Trooper," and she gave me her card. </div><br /><br /><div>Yesterday morning I told Lisbeth's house manager that I would like to start taking Lisbeth to this horse farm.</div><br /><br /><div>Thoughts of guardians and angels...</div><br /><br /><div>When I open my eyes, when I pay attention, I see that they are all around me...</div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-46600478813959447162012-01-18T08:45:00.013-05:002012-01-18T12:42:26.351-05:00Guardians<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08vbHkklX9qbVSXaFNdYeFkvKGXHCoLaDIpC0C3BCUTYiyQEhN9OJ8xHUoBLMXT_8hdNDB3d1319GeOoxIR95uUOrSrlaFlvL4e0IeYss9cgbgQ9YnN-6MuVSac5I0fxqm4pQKGORTak/s1600/ls60.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699012400154613394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08vbHkklX9qbVSXaFNdYeFkvKGXHCoLaDIpC0C3BCUTYiyQEhN9OJ8xHUoBLMXT_8hdNDB3d1319GeOoxIR95uUOrSrlaFlvL4e0IeYss9cgbgQ9YnN-6MuVSac5I0fxqm4pQKGORTak/s400/ls60.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NkHXFvb9hDUeiurQwxszEECtIXrzOXSWSyZlx8GMoW2FzZFiJM5xSt9Ng-1dqm00g9I9-hneAY2YnBem2p9wOipboPj66GEpMNA30eCa-RpJVHy2AV0SOPngCAK5e3JZHcM5oSD6mOk/s1600/ls58.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699012329929910226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NkHXFvb9hDUeiurQwxszEECtIXrzOXSWSyZlx8GMoW2FzZFiJM5xSt9Ng-1dqm00g9I9-hneAY2YnBem2p9wOipboPj66GEpMNA30eCa-RpJVHy2AV0SOPngCAK5e3JZHcM5oSD6mOk/s400/ls58.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBdqKejPfGmbOsnexp9R40EO3_FuZts1_ut7Cou_OON9H5GmwiUX0lJC9_A9UY_XnUdRmJ-ltxJwdeDfZtDgkRt3uv-qSkvz7gcKhXX06N1IfV7gzrvM3QCnxQhnzMdRcTH4dj-mkcKg/s1600/ls57.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699012208327907474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkBdqKejPfGmbOsnexp9R40EO3_FuZts1_ut7Cou_OON9H5GmwiUX0lJC9_A9UY_XnUdRmJ-ltxJwdeDfZtDgkRt3uv-qSkvz7gcKhXX06N1IfV7gzrvM3QCnxQhnzMdRcTH4dj-mkcKg/s400/ls57.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifG7MrbmQ-Gnc1jkp9R2PoNUANxkAxqvr6LRqemqAxF6hMCse1tlo_Fw30KG3SZxrzDpuhCqqkthPHlJQ6f9A-3HquIUJG9_iFlhVtuDaTWwZvH2BI0VwFZEaRw_bx67j3UV_TDLAjG08/s1600/ls61.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699012018422624386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifG7MrbmQ-Gnc1jkp9R2PoNUANxkAxqvr6LRqemqAxF6hMCse1tlo_Fw30KG3SZxrzDpuhCqqkthPHlJQ6f9A-3HquIUJG9_iFlhVtuDaTWwZvH2BI0VwFZEaRw_bx67j3UV_TDLAjG08/s400/ls61.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXohGAPA-ktEkle6eNipgzMwg-YsCxGbhn_t5X8YGEkHm5QZIndQ15P5Pq2n8o0iCZIeXj9hmfsxHqSWwZPpioSf6TapMRmxPRSOJVrojFC6IinJE2BmcXiEXwXROu_-eTa4-BcmJt4c/s1600/ls64.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699011128091465010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXohGAPA-ktEkle6eNipgzMwg-YsCxGbhn_t5X8YGEkHm5QZIndQ15P5Pq2n8o0iCZIeXj9hmfsxHqSWwZPpioSf6TapMRmxPRSOJVrojFC6IinJE2BmcXiEXwXROu_-eTa4-BcmJt4c/s400/ls64.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699010990716031954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwce9NoWIlKi7V9VVfFhhd-M2CYvEqi9I1izlLz14UEeJdJxMkrqfl1QUm8HZCQVgpSGMl2qI6axBND-TBYC8cNOGwVC1HQTBxNGs1JK3zk2RUp50zVTEY0EmY4-pTfNt62KUSYOLZAas/s400/ls59.gif" border="0" /></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGig8Wu34mbje3WItiD7GL4txbNxnAQvl9q1rK5D4hV-X4iBCDFkA9CpQLZXQi1yh3w1ma-e3SQYAQScaxVh3_MSVTYS9AwsmgRt7_fXgQwKQi9rVUcx_RpI5ZOooqsv-gM_QgQiZedA/s1600/ls62.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699011397303359634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGig8Wu34mbje3WItiD7GL4txbNxnAQvl9q1rK5D4hV-X4iBCDFkA9CpQLZXQi1yh3w1ma-e3SQYAQScaxVh3_MSVTYS9AwsmgRt7_fXgQwKQi9rVUcx_RpI5ZOooqsv-gM_QgQiZedA/s400/ls62.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>In a sad stroke of synchronicity yesterday, my phone rang while I was working on these pieces in my studio. It was Lisbeth's one-on-one helper calling to tell me that Lisbeth had just had <a href="http://wwwnotbadthing.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-er.html">another bad fall during a seizure</a>. I quickly yanked off my painting apron and told them I'd meet them at the emergency room. Evidently Lis had one of her "no warning" grand mal seizures where she goes down like a felled tree. These are the worst - no bending at the knees, no initial crying out, just BOOM. Straight down. She and her helper were in the kitchen about to make some banana bread, when Lis crashed into the refrigerator door, face first. </div><br /><br /><div>She's banged up but OK. Breaks my heart what she endures. </div><br /><br /><div>After getting Lisbeth back home and comfortable, I headed back to my studio and worked on these paintings even more prayerfully. </div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341967932815075836.post-89832053520614364362012-01-17T08:13:00.023-05:002012-01-17T10:04:27.228-05:00Primer Prime Pics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mt-5uESjIonu7_mAX3SlRL4OBr9CRT1iwc_7Yc01vN1jJdb56Aev1sjiGfl2XwjuYYpuAhphLnCJW6krM5kv9MdqZt-YW6dycwV0JaqmVpyAg_MyqSqdpJnjqeHKcQWHHTidLlwUkyw/s1600/panel-1.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698590651773524946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0mt-5uESjIonu7_mAX3SlRL4OBr9CRT1iwc_7Yc01vN1jJdb56Aev1sjiGfl2XwjuYYpuAhphLnCJW6krM5kv9MdqZt-YW6dycwV0JaqmVpyAg_MyqSqdpJnjqeHKcQWHHTidLlwUkyw/s400/panel-1.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1arQ9Cq-Iz2qJOdGb4uLrdpTcLSA1exGF7n7DOVLeBEcLuv37he8GqX_FOzQ0J3zmvWmNEt_WzbMoGvk5jSMDCg4vHH8U2j-SCGrizaZeZMnqCbF7yxuBF8yescTfd5xZgfWzn2crmh0/s1600/panel-1-detail-2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698590552375960050" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Tracey has an excellent eye and a superb camera - you can really see the details and the surface texture in these images! I'm so grateful to her for travelling to Portland to document my triptych while it was still installed at Aucocisco, which is such a beautiful space.</div><br /><br /><div>This group show never did get a formal review, but I received many wonderful and insightful notes, comments and e-mails about <em><strong>A Girl's Primer</strong></em>. One of my favorite remark's came from independent curator and writer <a href="http://curatorbk.blogspot.com/">Britta Konau:</a></div><br /><br /><div><em>Saw the Aucocisco show and was really taken by your big drawings. The following names came to my mind while looking: Dix, Klimt, and Chagall. Not bad associations, right? </em><br /></div><br /><br /><div>(Right!)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>martha millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847828956846494958noreply@blogger.com2