Through the Noise

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Four quadrants of hand-painted motifs: bricks, dots, spirals and petals. Small eyes hide in the pattern. The word beholder, split open to reveal be whole.

My daughter Confetti took one look and appointed herself my art dealer. She priced it at $3,000 and told me her cut would be 10%. At eight years old, she's the youngest dealer I know, and the most loyal fan of her mom's work. She has already moved a few of my paintings into her own room. Those ones, I'm not allowed to sell. Look closely: there are eyes hiding in the dots, looking back.

A poured spiral eye in neon pink and blue, ringed with drips.

Lightning, cloud and rain drawn over streaks of green and violet.

Every feeling gets a color, and every color gets a place. Storms move through all of us. It takes all kinds of weather, and all weather is beautiful.

Bright blue drops falling over shimmering swirls of color.

Wide bands of pink, plum, orange and green that loop and knot.

Organic shapes flowing around one another like water.

Rough, diagonal scrapes of gold, teal and violet. More mineral than sky, like cut stone.

Made from the paint scraped off One Orbit.

Bands of magenta, gold and green, like the stripes of a gas giant. Turn it, and the bands turn with it.

Made from the paint scraped off One Orbit.

The only world with a horizon: pink and gold sky over green ground. The most like home.

Made from the paint scraped off One Orbit.

Soft greens and gold with a cool current running through. The gentlest of the four.

Made from the paint scraped off One Orbit.

The full spectrum swept across a square in broad arcs.

Rainbow loops and outlined shapes overlapping and holding hands.

Two green peaks with a gold sun tucked between them, under a thick, textured sky of hot pink, coral and blue.

An upside-down flower rains its petals as colorful drops.

Turn it one way and the flower rains its petals on the girl below. Turn it the other way and she is the one watering the flower. Who is nurturing whom depends on where you stand.

Orange coneflowers drawn through streaks of blue, violet and gold.

Flowers and stars above a rainbow river.

Big neon blooms with paint flicked across white.

Mixed media: a ribbon river, a frog, a butterfly and dimensional flowers.

Painted over one of my own abandoned canvases. The words underneath, yonder and life, still peek out at the edges if you look.

A sun of orange rising from the corner, spraying light across white.

My favorite of the fall series. A sun rising from the corner, scattering light everywhere it can reach.

A quiet block of washed orange, warm all the way through.

Sweeps of orange with neon green, falling exactly where they want to.

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Two halves, Spark and Glow. The green is earth and the blue is water: two parts of the same world, and neither works without the other. The same is true of the person you share it with. Suns and circles bloom across the seam, circling and sharing edges any way they grow. We are all connected, and the light within us creates light others can see. Acrylic on two 22 × 28 in canvases.

The ring of small loops on the green half stands for four sets of threes that have made me.

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Two halves, Call and Answer. A guitar, swirls and hidden, half-finished birds carried across both canvases: music as birdsong, and nature all around us and part of us. Acrylic on two 22 × 28 in canvases.