Wild, Precious Life

Hello gentle readers. How long has it been since I posted anything about art? I spent a good chunk of today getting my ideas for arty blog posts in order — it’s been so long, they’ve rather mounted up! To kick things off, I’m beginning with posting one of the half a dozen or so paintings I finished a gazillion billion years (ok, months) ago and have yet to blog.

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This miniature triptych is decorating our motorhome’s walls. The words, “wild, precious life” were inspired by a Mary Oliver poem, The Summer Day. The most pertinent part being:

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

“What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” I read somewhere that it was once fashionable to wear a little skull on a ring to remind the wearer of their mortality. I took a liking to the concept but wasn’t about to embark on a skull fetish and risk the chance of being mistaken for a Harley Davidson riding metal-head. These words are my skull.

The distressed backgrounds were created by painting many layers — I think six — then sanding them back until I had an effect I was happy with.

2 Comments Wild, Precious Life

  1. suzi banks baum


    I was just thinking of you today. I love what you are doing with your One Wild And Precious Life. Thank you for sharing it with me! Love to you and Michael for the Holidays. xoxooxox S


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