During the Covid restrictions, I began painting large
colored canvases in my garden. Garden flowers and weeds crept onto my canvas and
become part of my “paintings”. I photographed the flowers within my canvas and they often became the focal
point.
I also found my shadow creeping onto my canvas. I realize my shadow also
belonged in my art.
I often feel like I want to walk into my paintings; it is why
I am painting in the first place. This was perfect. I was painted in.
This series of paintings I call, “Dreams of a Girl”. I feel that standing with a flower or without
in a garden or wherever my painting takes me, could be the dream of any girl. I
love the way a shadow refrains from any specific context beyond a feeling. I
mean the girl could be 10 or 70 years old; she could be any ethnicity or in any
location on the earth. With all that is happening, I often
imagine a girl who picked a sunflower from her garden. I also imagine, anywhere in the world,
a girl , of any age, with a dream.
Blood Moon January 2019 (post Woolsey Fire, November
2018)
By Kimmy
On an evening in January
the blood moon met the sounds
of howling coyotes
and the ribbiting frogs that
had found home in the pools of water
left by the recent intense
rain storm
that had led to more
devastation as mud slid down the burnt hills.
“Save this place
by the Sea
one hundred more years
just for me.”
A poem I wrote as a child,
The hands of a girl on a boat
writing with a stick in the glued on sand
as she fished for human made bottles,
in the ocean,
As part of an art competition,
“Save the Santa Monica Bay”.
As we dug through the rubble,
Of our family home,
I saw only glistening sea
creatures and sparkling sea birds
And fire and ice.
The devastation was
transformed.
To art.
It was in this place,
Looking out at the glistening
water,
And up at the majestic skies,
And towards the horizon
at the sunsets
And sunrises
Painted by the hands of God,
I would want to immulate that
creativity,
Outside and through the
windows,
I experienced the magic
Of color and light
I’m sure creating
the heart of an artist.
That evening,
watching the round glistening white moon
turn to a ball of red over a period of hours,
with family as well,
A complete lunar eclipse.
and recalling the many red
suns,
from so many prior fires
and sunsets becoming even
more vibrant
with exquisite colors,
colored by the ash in the sky
I still have the words on my
tongue and in my soul,
“Save this Spot,
By the sea,
100 more years,
For me.”