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Posted 2 years, 6 months ago at 9:39 am.

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“A Good Path”


Oil on canvas with attached flotsam & jetsam – 24” x 35 ¾”

The Good Path - main canvas
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Many years ago I went to Cape Cod with a good friend and we went for a walk along the ocean on this magnificent path that had all the characteristics of a magical place, where nature was Queen and delighted to show off her stuff. It was the kind of place one could easily remember forever, like a letter from Heaven, something that defied time in your mind. I photographed the path and picked up some bones to use in future paintings. Recently my friend and I returned to walk the same path and met an old friend there and took her with us. Our friend was 95, and left us with a comment that makes us chuckle every time we think of it. She said – “Don’t do your nineties!” with her typical humor and liveliness. This was a woman who cut new paths for the women who came after her. Her name was Diane. She died a very short time later but left us with another fine memory of “A Good Path.” It had changed a lot since our first time there, picked up some tumbleweed, as all paths do, but it was still beautiful and headed in the same good direction, still a message that life is a gift.

Posted 3 weeks, 1 day ago at 10:43 am.

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“HoodooVoodoo”


Oil on canvas – 35” x 44 1/2”

HooDoo VooDoo
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I have a friend who is a Traveler. When I know I am going to see her, I always ask her to bring me photos from her latest adventure. I travel there by proxy…or perhaps memory. One of these recent times she showed me photos of her trip to Bryce Canyon, an alien landscape if ever I saw one – filled with these amazing geological formations called hoodoos. Perched up on top of one of these stunning formations was this lonely tree (you can see it in the upper right corner of the main canvas) that had staked out a place for its home. I was immediately taken by the stand it took, and so another canvas was born. An entire canvas for one tiny tree. We are surrounded by trees, but I wonder how much we really “see” them for what they are – an amazing life form that entertains an entire ecosystem, and sends out Runners, tree scouts, to look for more “womb” on Earth; an entire society that exists both above and under ground, with a communication system and tools unparalleled by any human invention. Indeed, doesn’t most of science deal with trying to figure out Nature’s secrets? “Here’s to you, Tree,” – Affectionately, me.

Posted 5 months, 3 weeks ago at 10:33 am.

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“At Home with Aliens”


Oil on canvas – 35” x 30”

At Home with Aliens
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It felt like time to paint another alien portrait. My friend Tladik, my first alien, needed a partner. In contemplating the design I remembered looking at some images of hairless cats and went back to find the one that captured me the most. It was still so striking that I couldn’t imagine inventing something much more alien, interesting, or mysterious. I am still always struck by the fact that such interesting life forms like dogs and cats live with humans so easily, with 4 legs and tails, species so different from us that it is always remarkable to me, indeed like living with aliens. In many ways I credit them with more intelligence than humans, and constantly wish I understood the language. I imported an imagined world for my cat alien, with tree lights that light her way as she moves through the landscape. The tree lights only come on when she passes under them, as you can see from the fact that the other tree lights are not casting beams, but waiting to light her way if necessary. Note her semi-transparency; she is able to fade in and out of sight, perhaps paying a little visit, checking her traps. In this world (a possible future Earth?) nature, the Big Mother, has revolted, having cast off the Destroyers in “The Last Hours of Ancient Sunlight” (Thom Hartmann), and there is a more symbiotic relationship among the inhabitants who are left, the ones who understand the Gift. A Lady can only take so much, and then philosophies and politics and economies and governments and borders and democracies and religions become whispers lost in the wind, tiny echoes of old growth, the shedding of old skin, of arrogance.

Posted 2 years, 6 months ago at 4:28 pm.

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“Remember, Little One”


Oil on canvas – 28” x 42”

Remember, Little One
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This is a painting of one of my favorite photographs. The Mother and Daughter were imagined in. I’m trying to teach myself how to paint real landscapes, like you would see here on Earth. I’m always fascinated by the way our mind continues the interpretation of what our eyes see, sometimes giving a painting a greater reality that doesn’t actually exist on the canvas. We see some dabs of paint and all of a sudden we know exactly what it is, a flower, grass, a fence, even the exact type of flower, and that is what we see. I even fooled myself! I adjusted the strokes until I saw what I wanted to see. Is that what we do with our thoughts, adjust them until they meet our needs? Do we need to differentiate our personal strokes from others in order to feel that we actually exist? To feel separate? To feel safe in a confusing world? I’ll leave that to the Mother to explain to her daughter.

Posted 2 years, 6 months ago at 9:10 am.

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“Eternal Hard Drive”


Oil on canvas with attached flotsam & jetsam – 20” x 23 ¾”

Eternal Hard Drive
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Captured once again by the Blue Heron, this canvas is an interpretation of one of my favorite photographs. I had found a pair of bird legs on the beach and they looked so much like a heron leg that I decided to use them as the building blocks for this mythological creature, partially attached beach findings and partially painted. I’ve tried so hard to create depth on a 2-dimensional surface through the years that I believe this is what led me to begin attaching findings to the canvas surface in order to create actual 3-D canvasses. In this canvas I am inspired by that moment of suspended animation just as a blue heron is about to land, when time seems to stop for just a fraction of a second when all things are in such a delicate balance that movement ends.

Posted 3 years, 5 months ago at 8:54 pm.

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“School of Thought”


Oil on canvas with attached flotsam & jetsam – 30 ¼” x 42 ¼”

School of Thought

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A simple school of fish … but nothing is simple, is it? The life of a sea creature is as complex and magnificent as any other life. Are we as important as we think we are? To nature we are not; but it doesn’t make us any less magnificent. Will someone look at our skeleton one day and wonder who we were? What do skeletons make us think about? That we are not long here at all – life passes in a heartbeat, but that heartbeat is an infinity of experience and magic. Perhaps that is where the word “imagination” comes from. The Seas tickle our fancies with questions like these, and the skeletons are shadows speaking ghostly volumes … but about life, not death.

Posted 3 years, 9 months ago at 10:12 pm.

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“The Tree”


Oil on canvas – 28 ½” x 42”

The Tree

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I discovered this tree on one of my hunts for photo opportunities. I thought it was stunning in how complex its life is with so many other living things using it for support, covered in their stories, yet still so majestic in its singularity that its majesty cannot be obscured from view. I have been photographing it ever since the first time I saw it, full with summer growth and beautiful with fall color but this one fog covered January evening revealed its bony mystery in a way I have never seen since. For me this is Monet’s haystack. That is what is so captivating and exciting about photography – you just never know what you might come home with…and what is happening when you are not there that leads you out again and again.

Posted 4 years, 6 months ago at 11:17 pm.

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“Professor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam”


Oil on canvas with attached beach findings – 37 1/2” x 30 1/4”

Oil on canvas with attached beach findings - 37 1/2” x 30 1/4”

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Professor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam: butterfly detailProfessor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam: tree detailProfessor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam: dewdrops detail Professor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam:  Junior detailProfessor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam: leg detailProfessor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam: elbow-knee detail Professor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam: head detailProfessor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam: vertebrae detail Professor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam: chair-legs detail chair
Meet Professor Flotsam & Junior Jetsam, risen from the local beach, just waiting for a new lease on life. Can you imagine what the Professor can teach us? About things we never see and worlds we never visit. The beach is an archaeology of life and death – bits of branches look like limbs of creatures, shells look like eyes, real creature limbs tell of other kinds of lives lived and lost. They are puzzle pieces just waiting to be another story than the one they began. Junior looks like she has a few pressing questions and perhaps an argument or two. Why should I believe what you tell me? How do you know? Maybe she isn’t really a student at all but a fellow philosopher discussing the things we want answers for. Why does a paintbrush in the hands of an artist look for things never before seen? Why does the “pen” in the hands of a writer look for words never before spoken? Your imagination is the shape of infinity.

Posted 5 years, 1 month ago at 2:45 pm.

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“Grace & Royalty”


Oil on canvas – 30 ¼” x 30 ¼”

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I have been photographing blue herons for a couple of years now and have thousands of photos of them as they are my favorite subject. This canvas is a painting of my favorite real life photograph, as you can see if you view this link – http://marvoshart.com/photography/heron-gallery/ . In flight they leave me mesmerized and speechless. I feel like I am watching flying dinosaurs from eons past bringing an indescribable grace and magic to the present, as well as all their goofiness when stationary. There is a moment just before landing when they seem to be in suspended animation and it is the moment I constantly try to capture. I find the Blues to be very good at avoiding me just as I am about to click my shutter, as if they are enjoying playing games with me; and so I shall continue to pursue them longing for a perfect photograph and regretting all the ones that got away.

Posted 5 years, 4 months ago at 4:55 pm.

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