Acrylic on Canvas
I have loved marbles since I was a young child. You will find them on display throughout my home. Some are in bowls just for fun. I have a tic-tac-toe-style wooden game full of them. And some sit on top of glass bottles filled with water for my plants. These are perched on a windowsill that receives morning light. One day the sun came through those bottles in a way that made me do a double-take. It was almost like they were little electric lights someone had just switched on. I couldn't look away.
I gathered a handful, took them outside, and rolled them across my table to study them more closely. Even their shadows provided an amazing projection. Something in their spherical glassiness and the way light moved through them was settling. Whatever had been running through my mind that day suddenly went quiet. The imagery offered a respite for a chattering mind, a kind of “Spa Moment“ for my brain. Peace often shows up in the smallest, most ordinary things.
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Acrylic on Canvas
I have loved marbles since I was a young child. You will find them on display throughout my home. Some are in bowls just for fun. I have a tic-tac-toe-style wooden game full of them. And some sit on top of glass bottles filled with water for my plants. These are perched on a windowsill that receives morning light. One day the sun came through those bottles in a way that made me do a double-take. It was almost like they were little electric lights someone had just switched on. I couldn't look away.
I gathered a handful, took them outside, and rolled them across my table to study them more closely. Even their shadows provided an amazing projection. Something in their spherical glassiness and the way light moved through them was settling. Whatever had been running through my mind that day suddenly went quiet. The imagery offered a respite for a chattering mind, a kind of “Spa Moment“ for my brain. Peace often shows up in the smallest, most ordinary things.
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