My artistic medium is mixed media on canvas. I like the way words mix with images, and often add poems, chocolate wrappers and torn pages of books to my paintings that can be serendipitous to the viewer. If you look closely, you’ll find all kinds of surprises.
As with most creative people, the process is a dance of becoming completely overtaken by the moment and not thinking. This “flow” is where the magic lies. I am very interested and constantly exploring the process of painting and being in this flow. It is much bigger than the work itself.
I feel I’m here to spread beauty. With my art I hope to do this. I hope you will find a little bit as you look around my site … Thanks for stopping by.
When you have been broken When you have been broken so completely All that remains is love Joy and sadness become the same Waves of absolution When Jesse leaves me when you touch me again I can feel them both coming real as the coming of winter In this morning sun I am only love and death I cannot deny the inevitable. When you have been completely broken there is nothing left to stop this flood [more]
I had five days off from my US Forest Service job surveying and chainsawing line in remote bays around Prince William Sound. I wanted to see more of Alaska. I wanted to climb mountains. So I took a Ranger friend's advice and hitchhiked to McCarthy to learn to ice climb. McCarthy, Alaska was a tiny town with a year round population of 25. It sat at the convergence of the Kennicott and Root Glaciers, the headwaters of the Copper [more]
Fall is my favorite season. If I could superglue every last golden, creamsicle colored leaf onto its branch I would. October brings with it preparation for one of my favorite holidays – Día de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead – and one of my greatest art influences. I don't know what it is about Latin American folk art. I may have been a Latina in a past life, with honey skin and thick black hair. With a sharp tongue and [more]
This evening loved me like no other its fingers on the wind, stroking every moment of this day i hold so perfect This gift to mountain dwellers this last warming light before winter spreads its bony fingers We will cling to warm mugs we will cling to warm bodies But not this afternoon, this eternal perfect moment [more]
This tiny little bike painting captures the sweetness that I strive to experience everyday. – simplicity, loveliness, flowers, and just cruising along with joy. This was a warm up for a bike commission I just finished, for a friend in South Carolina. WISH is a teal, silvery piece of glee with a WISH ticket in the basket. Every day I try to remember to set an intention. "Today I'm going to ...." This to me, is a form of a wish. [more]
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden I went to SQUAM Lake this week, deep in the glorious, clear air of New Hampshire, to teach art. I was invited by Elizabeth Duvivier, an endlessly creative and giving [more]
"KUNG PAO!", said my 8 year son while reading a kids' catalog. Voila! That's all it takes sometimes for a painting to pop in my head. Images of Chinese take out containers with fortune-related phrases, and a full color palette came to mind. I couldn't wait to get into the studio. The next morning I grabbed the two canvases that had not worked out last week. They had layers of paint and background attempts on them. So heavy was the [more]
At La Cocina Restaurant, on the main street of Telluride, hanging my show Stop trying to understand it, this falling in love with the scent of cliff rose and heliotrope. Just fall into the sweetness and keep on falling. – Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Yesterday I hung my first show of the year at La Cocina de Luz in Telluride Colorado. The aftermath is equal to a tornado having blown through my studio, and one very happy [more]
Sometimes when I am walking in an aspen forest my feet ground into the earth so deeply, I can feel the pounding of tree roots conversing. When grasses brush up against my legs and leaves shake like dried beans above my head, the whole, moving being swallows me up – The bark, so sensual my fingers cannot contain themselves and I run them heavenly over [more]
You Were Brave in that Holy War You have done well In the contest of madness. You were brave in that holy war. You have all the honorable wounds Of one who has tried to find love Where the Beautiful Bird Does not drink ... Wayfarer, Why not rest your tired body? Lean back and close your eyes. Come morning I will kneel by your side and feed you. I will so gently Spread open your mouth And let you taste something of [more]
I never considered myself a "natural" teacher, despite the long line of teachers in my family. Yet there’s a big difference between teaching National Forest issues as a Wilderness Ranger, (a previous life) and infusing students with my love of art. Yesterday I spent the day with a group of women teaching mixed media. In the morning we painted in the tall grasses by the river. We journaled with watercolors and pencils and pens, and [more]
Baseball, biking, running, reading, long evenings on the porch, concerts in the park and lots of family. This is summer so far, along with waves of overwhelming creativity – if I just had time to make it all! I also work daily in my graphic design studio, creating logos and websites. Upcoming mixed media class Next Saturday, July 19, I'll be teaching a full day mixed media class through Weehawken Arts in Ridgway, CO. This class [more]