A voice within my heart said
Go down to the valley,
In the winter of my life I went down
-H Hardman


takin the photos

I think Chris Moulton took this.  Its me.  Yes I am putting pictures of myself on my blog.  That's what I do these days.


Mel in springtime

Some of my paintings mean more to me than others.  This one means a lot to me, so I thought I'd explain it.  Not that anyone reads my blog.

This painting is about the impending loss of youth, and the worry of being barren.  Its a worry for young people that usually goes unnoticed by others.  Sometimes young people look at themselves, and feel wasted.  Springtime comes, but its a short season in the desert.  There are a few flowers growing around the utility pole, but they won't last the summer in this dusty parking lot.  The empty buildings warn of what comes of long life, or even a short life in a place that is isolated.  This young woman out in the country is happy to be acknowledged for a moment.  But the way things go...
Well there is hope. There are fertile places. They're distant.  They're in that far field, and even more, beyond those blue hills. For a short moment, flowers bloom in the desert, and maybe if the dust doesn't cover her up she will be able to preserve youth through her own children.  O to be useful.


recent art making

And all the beauty of the place
Is in thy heart and on thy face.


Wyoming, Idaho, Nebraska

Home is beneath
That big blue sky
The northern plains
And the otherwise
Open spaces,
There aren't as many.