New Exhibit & Partnership

My new home

Selected art by moi

another view of LBG

more works by moi

love those wood floors and tin ceiling!

As artists we all dream about it, work for it, angst over it -- and then it finally arrives:  representation.  I'm still pinching myself!

The Left Bank Gallery of Essex, CT is a wonderful light-filled space, situated in a beautiful village on the Connecticut River where working shipyards, boutiques and restaurants, cafes and bookshops line the narrow streets and tiny byways of this typical New England historic town, complete with a green and an old-fashioned bandstand.  Each month, the Gallery hosts a reception to highlight a particular artist, complete with music, good food and libations.  Summer is a busy time for Essex with the shipyards, yacht clubs and harbor as it is on the route of the Intercoastal Waterway that goes from Florida up to Maine and the Canadian coastal areas.

Well, I'm keeping fingers and toes crossed that some of these paintings will find good homes, either on dry land or afloat!

Magic is afoot . . . !

Summer Solstice is drawing near and images of forests, fairies and fireflies begin to work their magic, drawing us in at this most powerful time of the year . . .

If you walk out into the woods at twilight, what would you see?  At first, it may be a bit scary, forbidding.  But one continues to venture deeper and deeper . . .

But as the light slips away and the world of Oberon and Titania, the king and queen of the fairies, emerges, a sense of wonder takes hold, with tiny creatures flitting about, scattering stardust and magic. . .

and then, as dawn draws near, we find the center, the heart of the forest slumbering, dreaming of times past and of futures to come . . .

So, be ready and open for anything that may happen because magic is afoot . . .

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:

There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,

Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight . . .

Midsummer Night's Dream

William Shakespeare

Vacation comes to an end -- just thought I would leave a little gift for everyone -- :-)

(all photos by K. Marszycki;  some textures from Playingwithbrushes and Ghostbones on Flickr)

Garden Reverie

Give me . . . a garden of beautiful flowers

where I can walk undisturbed.  ~Walt Whitman

I hope you will bear with me a bit more as I share these images with you?  This has been such a glorious late spring and early summer.  In my years of gardening, I have never seen such an exuberance, a lushness that is so bodacious and robust . . .

Gardens are hard work, no mistake.  As I get older, I love it more but my back and knees say otherwise.  I just hope I can keep up with this lust for life that is going on around me as this is often the only place I find a deep sense of contentment.

Flowers and plants, trees and shrubs demand nothing but a bit of care and water and sun.  They don't argue with you but gently remind you to pay attention, especially if something is not quite right.  They offer you wonderful smells -- the other morning as I took a walk I was surrounded by the smell of honeysuckle.  I was so engrossed in thinking of other things that it took me by surprise.  I looked around and there it was -- a huge climbing shrub of yellow and white honeysuckle, reaching up over the others, scaling a small tree.  The heat of the morning had wafted its perfume out along the walking paths -- how generous of it to offer this gift of heady scent!

I hope you enjoy these images -- I return to work next week; just enjoying a small "staycation" at home with my husband, puttering around with projects and such, trips to the beach and a few dinners out -- a quiet and  welcome respite.

 It is good to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark
so that all its shy presences may haunt you and
possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.  
~James Douglas, Down Shoe Lane