Two More Windows

Two More Windows

I think this series – which I’ve called “All My Dreams Flew Out the Window – in the best possible way” – will run to about ten pieces.

The piece of the left is inspired by a beautiful cherry tree that bloomed in the spring in the side yard of our home in Atlanta.  It cost us an absolute fortune in arborist fees to keep it healthy, but it was worth it every time we saw the display, and since we’ve left I’ve often thought that I hope it is still going strong.

The second piece represents another place I spent a lot of time – looking out the window of an airplane, though usually from an aisle seat.  This is what I saw one night as we approached Chicago from the south, just before the whole skyline comes into view – kind of jewel-like, really.

Joyful June

Joyful June

Summer finally came, in kind of a bi-polar way.  Some glorious days, some sweltering days, but all were welcome.

We started to take advantage of the Morton Arboretum in suburban Chicago last year, and continue to visit it for beautiful morning walks through hundreds of acres.  What is the difference between a walk and a hike, anyway?

It’s become our custom to follow those trips with a garden lunch at Piccolo Sogno, which I highly recommend as the closest thing out slow Italian afternoons on the Amalfi Coast.

June also included a trip down to Atlanta and a reunion with Chery Baird, my amazing art teacher, for a three day collage workshop.  Even better, I was joined by my bestie Deb Lehman.  I’d been stocking up collage fodder to start a new series called All My Dream Flew Out the Window – in the best possible way.  Each piece is based on a beautiful view out of windows around the world and across time –

– the collage posted here is the view from a bathroom window – yes, a bathroom window- at a restaurant called Torre Normanna in Maiori on the Amalfi Coast, a spectacular place.

 

Out the Bedroom Window

Out the Bedroom Window

Another in my series of view from windows I’ve known.  This one is a loose interpretation of the view from my bedroom window in Grosse Pointe Michigan. It was a small room with a view at the roof of the house next door and and an alley beyond.  The house was a busy one, but since I was the only girl, I had my own room and spent a fair amount of time there.  Just as I was planning this one, I learned that a lovely woman I knew as a child had passed away.  She was always very kind to me and always used to tell me that I didn’t have to try to chase my future or happiness, I could just look out my window and I would see it coming to find me.  I think it was a way to reassure a kind of socially timid girl, but I did turn away from the window, leave the room, and chase my future, and it’s turning out great.