Author: Constance

SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

As a child, I watched my Grandmother stich and sew, employing her hands to good effect creating beautiful and useful hand work. The fruits of her labors … the quilts and pillows and aprons and tablecloths and tea towels and dresses … were woven into the fabric of my life. Some, like the tablecloths, were…

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ITS ALL IN HOW YOU LOOK AT IT

ITS ALL IN HOW YOU LOOK AT IT

Some time ago, I produced a series of paintings with images of stilt houses clustered together forming small communities banded together for support against various tidal incursions. This large work is the latest in the series. It has been in a semi-finished state for some time, and I have only now finished it. It differs…

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Tuscan Memoir

Tuscan Memoir

Memory can be a slick shyster … a Monte Bank adept at shuffling our recollection of events, be they ghastly or awesome. Really gruesome events remain vivid for a time and then, if we are lucky, fade and lose their sharp edges. They are no less powerful, but their grip eases as our lives move…

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A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

I took this photo years ago while in Maine. I have kept it along with a few other special images that show up whenever I go into my photo gallery. Mostly I transfer new photos out of the gallery into storage files, and see them again only when I go searching. So, why keep this particular…

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CATCHING UP

CATCHING UP

Life seems to be catching up with me these days. It’s the aging thing.  One cannot after all, halt the advance of time, the tides of time, the march of time, the procession of time, the parade of time, or the slow-rolling-moss-covered-Godzilla of time. Whatever one chooses to call it really makes no never-mind, time…

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A MURDER OF CROWS

A MURDER OF CROWS

The day was slightly misty … a light rain had started to fall. The familiar road lead past an old farm with a wide-open field alive with a flock of crows. They looked particularly spiffy policing the grass in their little black uniforms. There is just something about a flock of crows that draws the…

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WE LIVE IN PRECARIOUS TIMES

WE LIVE IN PRECARIOUS TIMES

I decided to share this image from a series that I did a few years ago. I was doing an inventory of my portfolio and realized how apropos this piece is in our current circumstances.  Certainly, we are living in precarious times. On the edge of an abyss of fear and anxiety, we mourn the…

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DON’T ASK

DON’T ASK

Here, in the midst of social distancing and isolation where time speeds by slowly, and distorts one’s perception of the future, I sometimes feel as if my brains are leaking out and becoming something like gnarly gnats only more passive aggressive. Those things I ought to do but don’t, those projects partly started and never…

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HELLO CLOSET MY OLD FRIEND

HELLO CLOSET MY OLD FRIEND

  The other day I stood in front of my closet and said hello to my clothes. I assured them I still loved them … well some of them anyway … and that I hoped to wear them again soon. I commiserated with them about how boring it was to just hang out doing nothing all…

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SHE WEARS A MASK

SHE WEARS A MASK

This is just a quick note to let you all know some images of my artwork are available through Fine Art America. The images can be reproduced in various formats including face masks. The masks are the flat folded style, and you can customize the image printed on the mask by clicking on the image…

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