Trustfall – A triptych

“It’s easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”
Leonardo DaVinci

Trustfall – The Series

It began with a fierce and mournful wailing in the heart.
A visceral flailing of the soul.
In the reaching out
as sanity explodes
the artist grabs instinctively
for what is always within reach
the sketchbook.

Thanksgiving Morning 5:45am – full dark

Waking to Trustfall

Eagle – fierce and powerful and the last true guardian… FURY.

Flag – Dramatically wrenched into fierce tension – tightened, knotted, twisted, threadbare – shredding – coming unwoven – just a few stars 
coming…UNSTITCHED.
With eagle feather and red and white threads swirling all around.
Then what IF anything is there to save it?

Later on the rainy Thanksgiving morning – with the library fire roaring and the tiny tree lit

Having watched as the dark sun rose and the cardinal slept late and the Jamestown sailed into heavy squalls with lightening during the midnight watch. 

Found the eagle studio shots [from] 14 march 2011. 
Perfect for this painting.
32 x 48 panel ready to go.
Ordered a “distressed” flag – which I will torture further in the pursuit of freedom.

3 April 2025

Panels up for oiling out.
Re-energized.
Resistance beginning to grow nationwide.
Marches on the 5th.
I’m ready to dig in and do this.

RISE UP

11 May 2025 – commences and between 4.00am and 5.00am

Panel up on the easel.
Flag drying on clothesline.
Fist ready to fight.

Artist’s Post Scriptum
This is how it began.
As it became clear that there was more to be said
the resistance grew into a triptych.
Two additional smaller works flanking the eagle.
Taken together the creative response
flows from the kernel of that fierce flailing soul
grabbing for the powerful truths
of beauty, decency and justice
standing together with the voices of Resistance
and holding on tight.

The second painting in the Trustfall Triptych.
You can read the Painter’s Notes for Trustfall – Resistance for the backstory.

This began life as a smaller study last year when the idea of Trustfall was first percolating with the Muses.

The powerful emotions of trust and fear incongruently balanced with the lightness and whimsy of bubbles.

A dynamic that continues to challenge
and somehow comfort.

The third painting in the Trustfall Triptych.
You can read the Painter’s Notes for Trustfall – Resistance for the backstory.

The Muses don’t hold on to grudges
and can’t abide living in hate
they see beauty everywhere
and insist on catching it
like feathers riding on an ocean breeze
they love to grab this old artists’ hands
throw caution and brushes to the wind
and dance.

AND…

Because I knew you would ask…
a map rendered
according to distant memory
and assistance from my book of feathers
so you can make sense 
out of these treasures.

Sea Dogs

There are two golden hours.

The first comes alive 
as the fishermen
rising with the tide
load gear and guts 
and head out to sea.

And then just before sunset 
when their boats are all tucked in for the night
the light softens
colors are warmer
edges shimmer
and humans gather 
to bear witness.

In Menemsha
they arrive in groups
with chairs and coolers and children in tow
and settle along the sandy beach
to celebrate the day’s passage.

We are there too
between the pilons out on Dutcher’s Dock
but with the ocean behind us
looking back
on sleeping boats and empty fishing shacks
shadowy porches and whispering neighbors.

Maggie and I had been wandering around the little town for most of the afternoon.
Jane gave us both a refreshing cup of water.
Then we walked out along the dock
stopping outside of Larsen’s to chat for a spell with Paul and his pup.
And gradually, as the crowds began to gather to watch the sun go to bed
we made our way further out.

Boats coming in
sun going out
seabirds singing
water becalmed
there was magic in that gold.

It wasn’t until I returned to the landlocked studio
and scrolled through my reference photos
that I zoomed way in 
to see Paul and companion heading home up their little hill 
and seeing that furry deckhand readying to tie up
and remembering my own trusty apprentice
who had been waiting patiently for the Muses to let her artiste be done for the night…

well…
getting to paint those kind of moments
are what it’s all about.

Tea for the Tillerman

20 x 16 Oil on Panel

“Bring tea for the Tillerman
Steak for the sun
Wine for the women who made the rain come
Seagulls sing your hearts away
‘Cause while the sinners sin, the children play

Oh Lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day”
Cat Stevens (Yusif Islam)

The painting came through way before the title.

When months ago, as the sketchbook notes remember for me, I was reaching about in the studio for my touchstones,
my eye settled across the room and over to the corner cupboard, home for many a maritime relic.

This wheel, this tiny helm, came to me by way of Jane Slater’s Menemsha shop many years back now.
It would barely fit on a fish platter and it is deceptively heavy.
The turned wooden handles earned their scars long before coming to rest in my studio.
Rugged stalwart hardworking circles within circles.

I set it next to the easel and waited for the Muses to speak.
But while they argued the tension itself was what I was listening to…

Tethering rope pulling hard to starboard
onward onward ever onward.

Delicate teacup poised with the confident compassion of
Slowdown, holdfast…we’ve got this.

But of course it isn’t about the wheel, or the teacup or the rope.
It’s about where the boat takes us.

And that depends
on the Tillerman.

Basin Breezes

48 x 32 Oil on Panel

On tenterhooks and steadfast stillness
Nature hovers ever on the watch

Leviathans of the fishing fleet
Powerful floating machines of endurance

Scarified from weather tossed midnight trawls
Battles with beast and swell

Hatches battened and ropes cinched
Hauling, drifting and hauling again

And when the sea is done with them
And they are tied in to safe harbor

The rigging allowed to rest
The sailors lubbering homeward

In between the rhythmic lapping
dock to boat
saltwater
hull
saltwater
hull

There is a space
for quiet reclamation

And Nature
always
always
finds a way.


Tendrils

24 x 20 Oil on Panel

This was Maggie’s favorite painting.
If you know, you know.

Pea season was outstanding this year.
A long slow spring with plenty of rain.

I want to take you behind the scenes a bit.
Out with me into that spring garden…

You can see what sort of jungle we were playing in…
This was the snow pea tower which was on the cusp of its harvest.

Across the walkway were the bush peas which you will recognize as the backdrop for this painting.

Both Maggie and Herself were insistent that I NOT spend the entire year trying to paint EVERY…SINGLE…PEA.

The Muses fought them off…at first.

Even with the heavily selective editing
which was designed to create a lacework screen to reveal the ocean beyond
it took me weeks and weeks and weeks to render pod and leaf as honestly as I grew them.

The tendrils painted themselves.

Delivery Day

A quick shout out to our pal Adam, aka The Bitz, who was on delivery duty today.

Here in the studio this is the moment when the paintings which I have been working on for a year are wrapped and ready to be hauled up to the island of Martha’s Vineyard for the Granary Gallery 2025 show.

Whew !

It sure feels terrific to have arrived at official old lady status where we hand this job off to the most capable and friendly and strong arms of our sturdy support staff.

Off they go, Bitz and the Art Van, to board a boat and ply the seas.

Great thanks to Adam and the Gallery !!! and now it’s back to writing Painter’s Notes in this empty studio.

Touchstones

24 x 28 Oil on Panel

Touchstones …
: a test or criterion for determining the quality or genuineness of a thing ”
(merriam webster dictionary)

From my sketchbook,

     7 October 2024

      heavy fog and dew
7am with some color in the foliage
the hickories are this weeks’ show stoppers
but the edges of everything are become brittle.

          Talismen – Touchstone
groping for guidance – for reassurance
chased by fear popping up around unexpected corners and in between dreams which warp relentlessly
from problem solving and revisiting childhood houses into nightmares battling with mutating monsters
all of whom start out as benevolent strangers.

          In the thick and soul clenching morning blanket of fog I reach for my talimans
the objects which I have within reach in every corner of this studio
imbued with meaning only I can treasure
afraid they may lose some of their power if revealed
or that I will in the telling.

          Organic – dynamic – keepers of the story
do I dare let them tell their own.

15 Nov

     This feels right – and strong
and deeply authentic
when in doubt – go home

     Meeting the Muses where they are
and leaning in

Perfect November day
cloud cover
newly bared branches

OK now
a better approach
light and moonlit

TALISWOMEN
TALISWOMAN
TALISMAN

Painter’s Notes Post Scriptum –

Unable to land on the best use of the “working title” of Talismen/women ? The objects surrounding and influencing the creative sphere are contributions from every corner and gender along the path. So, I referred back to these original sketchbook notations for some clarity and it would seem that the Muses had worked that out from the very start…Touchstones.

The little quotation taped to the bookshelf was attributed to Leonardo DaVinci as the last words he wrote, “perche la minestra de fredda”…loosely interpreted as, “Whatever, the soup is getting cold.”

Granary Gallery 2025 Show

Sprinting like Jorge Mateo after a sac fly from Rutch, flying around third and losing my helmet on the way towards home base…
I am chugging my way into the home stretch…
and running out of time.
So this year I will offer the New Painting “Rollout” into 4 groups of threes.

The first of these present three “studio” paintings.
Qualified as thus because they capture, in still life, glimpses behind the scenes of the new, now very much a hard scrabble working, studio.

I’ll give them each a blog post all their own so you can absorb the Painter’s Notes, take a walk in the garden and brew a fresh cup of tea in between.

Enjoy, Heather


small works show – Gallery 1261

Thanksgiving…the perfect time to share all the gratitude we feel for the love and support from patrons and friends throughout the year.

Here are a few new little paintings to help celebrate the season of light and love…
these are currently on exhibition at Gallery 1261 in Denver for their Small Works Show.

For those of you who are scattered far and wide across this planet here’s a link for you to see all the fine paintings included…Gallery 1261. And I know a few of you who are within visiting distance of those Rocky Mountains and hope you will stop in and say hey for us.

Happy and Merry from the studio…

Sunflower Summer – 12 x 9

This was the year of Winter Sowing.
A new and ancient method of seed starting.
New for me
ancient for the planet.

In late December,
on the solstice if you want to celebarte the suns’ journey,
recycled milk jugs and deeper potting pots
with good drainage holes
are filled with about 4? of seed starting soil.
Then a packet of seeds is scattered over the top,
carefully marked for much later identification…
or not so carefully in my case…
and sprinkled with water
and covered with a plastic lid
or in my case a ziplock back with ventilation holes.
(Pro tip: A soldering iron saved time, and strain on my hands, in the making of all those holes.)

And then the fun part…
put those jugs outside and walk away.

Mother Nature does the rest.

The beauty and the wonder
of my new studio
is that it was plunked right smack in the middle of my garden.

So, of course,
Maggie and I inspected all those pots each day on our walks.
I was a bit skeptical
but not Maggie.
Joyous trust is her superpower.

We had, per usual,
exceeded our enthusiasm
and of the initial 100 pots sown in the winter
there was about an 85% success rate.

And among those
the sunflowers were
simply the best.
Encircling the tomato plants
lining the Ruth Stout Garden
they made this
one to remember
the Sunflower Summer.

Rocky Mountain High – 9 x 12

This one
came to me in a dream
and taught
me a new
knot.

And then I got
to trip down memory lane
and listen to John Denver again.

I was right back
in my Aunt Bonnie’s little MG
with the top down
and a burlap earthshoe bag
full of 8 track tapes
at my feet in the passenger seat.

Wind in our hair
singing at the top of our lungs
it was the closest
I have ever come
to a
Rocky Mountain High.

Trustfall (Study) – 9 x 12

A Study

An idea
beginning
to take some sort
of shape.

The lump in the throat.

A challenge thrown down
by the Muses
which I gently picked up
three months ago now.

This very tiny painting
was the first to emerge
…three months ago…
from the gossamer threads
of a nebulous swirl
which they
The Muses
were tossing
one to the other
like a beachball
made of feathers
in front of me.

And then
in the middle of last night
or rather the wee hours of the morning
they woke me up
and threw
a scattershot
of volley balls
straight at me.

I snuck out of bed
grabbed a flashlight
and headed over to the studio
to quickly capture some sketches.

That page
as it turns out
is a wild mess.
But
after a cup of tea
and an hour of log editing
and the 7.07am
sunrise announcement
from the Cardinal
I went back down to the library
and the next page
in the sketchbook
now reveals
a fully formed
series of paintings…
Trustfall.

I know
not to even be
the least bit surprised
that today is
Thanksgiving Day.

Stay tuned.