She’s Making Art On The Computer Again!

February 22, 2017 at 1:33 pm | Posted in Art Studio | Leave a comment
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and having entirely too much fun with the process. This developed from hand drawn fish patterns that were scanned in. Not sure what to call this approach…it’s digital in the end.

Sphere by Joan Desmond 2017

©2017, Joan Desmond, Sphere.

Winter Collage: Red Tree

January 27, 2017 at 9:33 pm | Posted in Art Studio | Leave a comment
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Red Tree by Joan Desmond 2017

©2017, Joan Desmond, Red Tree.

Recently there was a winter storm and white completely redefined the landscape. I walk out to new visual discoveries. Parallel lines of forked quail prints cross the oval tracks of a lone rabbit. Snow sits fat, frosting dollops on green sugar bush branches and pine needles. Feathered crystal patterns reflect from a puddle.

Mostly I am breath-caught silent by the space around objects, the negative space. It is that tree, that boulder, that view that is now silhouetted and distinct within the whiteness, each is highlighted and suspended for a moment, a day perhaps.

Then it all melts.

 

We Are One

November 11, 2016 at 5:59 pm | Posted in Art Studio, Considering Ideas | Leave a comment
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Unity by Joan Desmond 2016

©2016, Joan Desmond, Unity.

I used the color purple symbolically here to represent unity, enlightenment, wisdom, and spirituality.

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

©Joan Desmond, The River.

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".

©Joan Desmond, Day/Night. 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

©2015, Joan Desmond, Winter Lights.

Shine

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

© Joan Desmond, Shine.

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

©Joan Desmond, Into The Wind. Acrylic on canvas, 30″ x 24″.

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

©Joan Desmond, Monoliths.

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

©2015, Joan Desmond, Heartaphoria.

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