The Color of the Year is Nostalgia: Happy New Year, Hello 2025
The design authorities have nominated “Mocha Mousse” as the color of the year, suggesting to me that either The Onion has taken over, or the members of The Color Board need to up their anti-depressants. A color of “subtle elegance and sensorial richness?” Think again: perhaps of global warming and how the coffee bean so many of us rely on for optimism is rapidly becoming extinct. Sorry! Mocha Mousse is about pillows! Beige linen against a gray couch, and wall paint that costs $95 per gallon. Neutrals and browns are hard, I get it. I’m sure it takes a full year to get the shades just right.
However. Looking forward to 2025, from a city often drenched in dispiriting shades of mud, I nominate the Color of the Year as Nostalgia. I just can’t, right now, look into the future. I need to rest in the soft duotones and bad color separations of childhood. Toys were tin, cotton had not yet been invaded by plastic, the inside of a sleeping bag was 100% flannel, smelling of Irish setters and woodsmoke. Who wouldn’t want to live there again?
The Gardener Takes a Walk Under the Full Moon | A Valentine
They tell you the moon is cold, if you read the studies.
It’s just some kind of silt made of shredded stars and forgotten planets burnished and abraded by cosmic winds without any feeling at all. It is purely accident, a slip of a cartoonist’s pen, that causes us to see things that don’t exist.
Man, Goddess, pick one, or pick both. It may pull the tides, it may make women crazy and men confused, but it is, in fact,
scientifically proven to be genderless:
the moon is an It.
Tell that to the Redwood and the Elm, Cedar, Spruce, their ink-black armature against the hyacinth sky designed to curtain the clouds and moon in courtship.
Knowing that last month’s Janus-faced equivocations had slipped into history and that now was unequivocally coming; seeing the tulip break from its monotonous green gloves and say (this very day,) Red, the Gardener knew the situation was urgent. [Read more…]
New Years’ Eve: In Which the Gardener Takes a Moment to Reflect
(Excerpt, from The Gardner’s Almanac of Irreproducible Phenomena December 31, 2021)
The first thing the Gardener noticed on the morning of December 31 was the color of the snow. The sun had emerged after days of gray and bitter cold, and as shadows stole across the land they brought with them a new color, “warmth,” transforming the drifts and vaguely monstrous shapes of the shrubs into benign presence. The light most particularly touched the robins, who demand warmth to ignite their color fully. On the dogwood branches the robins sat, eastward facing, their chests swelling and feathers plumping as though they had been feasting all week instead of pecking amidst tire tracks for the carcasses of worms. In another garden a varied thrush had fallen to its frozen death with a sound like lead and been buried with ceremony, its dark necklace enveloped in garnet strings and rubies as befits a prince.
Last year the gargoyle had reigned over the pond with his broken wing. For 40 years his gnarled features gave purchase to every bird who came to sit and drink from the spout pouring water. Each December, through the incantations of ancient fractals, the water carved a heart from the ice, a wet obsidian streaked by the occasional golden contrails of fish. Each year the birds descended in order of size: first the crows, then the flickers, then the robins, sparrows, chickadees and towhees, and lastly, the shy wren. The Gardener did nothing on these days but observe and laugh, and all was good.
Long ago….. [Read more…]
Iskra in A Wing and A Prayer at Museo Gallery
I am excited to be part of A WING AND A PRAYER opening at Museo Gallery January 20th, with artists Elena Korakianitou, Michael Dickter, Faith Scott Jessup and Jean Whitesavage.
“A celebration of our ultimate optimism for our world, our embrace of transformation, and a recognition that we may need a little divine help along the way. Opening on a significant day both politically and astrologically, January 20th, Museo hopes that this show will encourage peace and hope.”
Museo is open 11-6 Thursday through Monday.
Tuesdays & Wednesdays by chance, or by appointment.
The show will continue through March 1st.
MUSEO GALLERY
215 First Street | P O Box 548
Langley, WA 98260
360.221.7737
museo@whidbey.com
I will be showing my recent series of limited edition images based on statues of angels, some available framed or mounted on panel, and others available unframed at the gallery or through the Gallery website. The language of statues is one of many ways I’ve explored the distance between sky and earth. This piece, a variation on the myth of Icarus, will be available at the gallery to see in person.
If you have the time to make a day of it I suggest a walk on Double Bluff. Eastern clouds may take their shape from the land, but island clouds listen only to the sky.
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