Cool Blue River

June 11, 2016 at 11:50 am | Posted in Art Studio | Leave a comment
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The River by Joan Desmond

The River by Joan Desmond

Albino

March 10, 2016 at 6:29 pm | Posted in Photography | Leave a comment
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albino

photograph by Joan Desmond

Within a large gathering of glowing poppies, a single brilliant bloom dares to be different.

 

Insert Catchy Title Here

December 27, 2015 at 10:43 pm | Posted in Art Studio, Considering Ideas | Leave a comment
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for this post about a body of work. An unfinished body of work it is. Yet, today I’m having trouble seeing the beginning, and the parts that came after. All because I couldn’t remember when, when, when, I painted this acrylic.

Day/Night by Joan Desmond, acrylic on canvas 24" x 30".

Day/Night by Joan Desmond, acrylic on canvas 24″ x 30″.

I recall the name Day/Night. It’s about opposites in many ways. The visual thinking I see and recall easily. It was a time of exploring tensions between geometric and organic, of the vertical and horizontal, color polarities, all that stuff. When was that?  For me, painting is usually a process that morphes into something else with a little of the old, and a bit of a new direction.  There are breakthrough works, exploring works and new direction works, it’s always ongoing when the immersion is there. But the dates don’t stick.

You’d think I’d have records. Surely I have records somewhere. It wasn’t the only undated, unrecorded, un-moored painting I found while looking around. This would not be an issue if one documents things. So that’s the catchy title angle. Document, date, ’cause you forget. You forget so much. The sanity you save may be your own.

Winter Lights

December 6, 2015 at 1:00 pm | Posted in Art Studio | Leave a comment
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Winter Lights 2015 by Joan Desmond

Winter Lights 2015 by Joan Desmond

Shine

September 1, 2015 at 1:00 pm | Posted in Art Studio, Poetry | Leave a comment
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 Shine by Joan Desmond

Shine by Joan Desmond

Only

 

Within a universe

of a trillion stars

I breathe, therefore I am

I think, I’m a thinker

I love, I’m a lover

I walk, I’m a walker

I stumble

I fall

I rise

 

Within a universe

of a trillion stars

I sing, I’m a singer

I dance, I’m a dancer

I drum, I’m a drummer

I paint, I’m a painter

I stumble

I fall

again I rise

 

Only

the soul knows

when I started

where I traveled

how I came

to this

brief twinkle

Within a universe

of a trillion stars

 

-Joan Desmond 2015

Where Have All The Songs Gone?

March 24, 2015 at 4:00 pm | Posted in Art Studio, Considering Ideas | Leave a comment
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Into The Wind by Joan Desmond, 30" x 24" acrylic on canvas

Into The Wind by Joan Desmond, 30″ x 24″ acrylic on canvas

March pushes brazenly into the canyon. Wildflowers splash with vivid abandon on the hills this year, and the customary wind cuts deep, frantically knocking winter’s junk from pine trees. Accompanying such visual and physical, seasonal flurry, is an atypical silence on the trail. The usually rich warble, chirp, and cheep of the feathered ones have almost disappeared. It’s nesting time.

Gone are the pompous displays of song and plumage from February when the dating game was in full swing. Now, birds are paired up, busy, and strangely quiet. The male raven rarely takes his seat on the telephone pole. Nor is he at the window asking for peanuts. He waddles up the driveway noiselessly, one of his feathers amiss. I like to imagine him tired from feeding his incubating mate. A single blue jay comes foraging, rather than six or ten. No juncos, mourning dove, quail, sparrow or finch forage under bushes. No owls hoot in the dark. Occasionally, a colorful, unidentified stray flies by looking lost.

Soon this interlude will spin into April with new bird, sky antics. We’ll watch lumbering young raven take-offs, and near aerial collisions as parents caw directions; shrill alarmist blue jays in training are sure to chant endlessly, unable to distinguish a ground stick from a snake; and the sweet, versatile trill of the mockingbirds will charm again from tree and shrub. The rhythm sustained.

Charcoal on Paper

February 28, 2015 at 1:51 pm | Posted in Art Studio | Leave a comment
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Monoliths by Joan Desmond

Monoliths by Joan Desmond

and then…

February 10, 2015 at 10:06 am | Posted in Art Studio | Leave a comment
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Heartaphoria by Joan Desmond 2015

Heartaphoria by Joan Desmond 2015

The landscape calls to me

January 25, 2015 at 5:16 pm | Posted in Art Studio, Considering Ideas | Leave a comment
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This I Sing For The Setting Sun, by Joan Desmond, 36" x 48", acrylic on canvas

This I Sing For The Setting Sun, by Joan Desmond, 36″ x 48″, acrylic on canvas

Recently I was reminded of a Miles Davis quote. “Don’t play what’s there, play what’s not there.” It pretty much sums up how I’ve learned to approach landscape painting (and drumming). To paint what’s not there opens up vast potential in the imagination and on the canvas.

My relationship to my outdoor environment, my landscape, is ongoing, direct. Early, most mornings, be-robed, I find myself outside, with fingers curled around a hot cup of something as Blinky Cat and I peruse the house perimeter. First, with groggy, slitted eyes, I scan across creek and up mountain for predator movement: coyote, bobcat, or a peaceful deer. Blinky immediately sniffs out some night intruder on plant and house corners. Next, there’s a horizon check. Do clouds over the northern mountains herald strong afternoon wind? At this hour pine needles soft shuffle in a light breeze. We saunter on. Green wildflower sprouts are evident, although the cheek-felt January chill keeps most scents locked in the soil. I notice how angled light sweeps over rock face, tree bark, and pine branch. Each becomes important for a second, divulging new information, something not considered before, a color revealed, perhaps, or softness, sharpness, a rhythm. These images shift with the rapidly rising sun. Finally, considering it all, and with a deep inhale of the day to come, we return to the house, curiosity sated.

Similarly, I may step outside in the early evening, again with the intent of appreciating the scene. Often I’ll bring my 22” frame drum, and close my day by singing into it, sending the resonance into the sky, the wind, and the colors.

Solidarity

January 8, 2015 at 3:54 pm | Posted in Art Studio, Considering Ideas | Leave a comment
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Solidarity by Joan Desmond 1/8/2015

Solidarity by Joan Desmond 1/8/2015

January 11, 2015

“Solidarity” is my direct response to the shootings in Paris on January 7th at Charlie Hebdo, the French satirical newspaper. It was deeply disturbing to hear that journalists were executed for their written words and cartoonists for art they made. On January 8th I thought to have my image stand-alone and not write anything to go with it; the words wouldn’t come that day. Since then I’ve read many accounts, editorials, and opinions about the shootings and the newspaper itself, they run the gamut from supportive to highly critical. Granted, Charlie Hebdo published extremely controversial articles, cartoons and jokes. The tone overall is left-wing, antireligious, non-conformist…in a word incendiary. So what?

This was an act of terrorism. One more act of terrorism in an ever-growing global number. Another violent lashing out meant to eliminate, intimidate, censor, enacted by killers who are indoctrinated in a totalitarian ideology. And they want the rest of the world to believe it also, to conform to it, at any cost.

“Solidarity” is about those thoughtfully unified against terrorists. It represents the numerous worldwide voices responding to those who are violently intolerant, to those who would eliminate free thought and speech, and creative expression.

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