Art is the Heart of my Soul's Desire

These pages are about my memories from my past as well as stories of my present journey as I travel the path of a professional fine artist.

The Problem of Describing Color

heARTandSOUL, Carole Gray-Weihman

                 "If I said---remembering in summer,
                 The cardinal's sudden smudge of red
                 In the bare gray winter woods---

                 If I said, red ribbon on the cocked
                    straw hat
                 Of the girl with pooched-out lips
                 Dangling a wiry lapdog
                 In the painting by Renoir---

                 If I said fire, if I said blood welling
                    from a cut---

                 Or flecks of poppy in the tar-grass
                    scented summer air
                 On a wind-struck hillside outside

                 If I said, her one red earring tugging
                    at her silky lobe,

                 If she tells fortunes with a deck of
                    fallen leaves
                 Until it comes out right---

                 Rouged nipple, mouth---

                 (How could you not love a woman
                 Who cheats at the Tarot?)

                 Red, I said. Sudden, red."

                    -Robert Hass
                           From Time and Materials:
                           Poems 1997-2005


A Story --- Hesitate, and I may miss it, as day melts gently into dusk, that peaceful interlude when the sky glows in quiet splendor, crystallizing into the palest, faintest, purple, long before the first stars are out. What one of the best gifts mom ever gave me wasn't wrapped in paper, or tied in a bow. It was her appreciation for beauty. Her awareness that art isn't always framed. 

Once again, I've lost myself in the endless wonder of nature. Today, I found a stone every bit as spellbinding as that first faint glimmer of sunshine. What's least expected is often most beautiful...

I can almost smell the rich, brown, rain-soaked earth now.