top of page
Search

Updated: Sep 28


September 3 - 10, 2024 - New Moon & First Quarter of the Full Corn Moon


Since the New Moon began on September 3, my walks around our property are making it clear summer is shifting towards autumn. The coneflowers are mostly dead and drying out. The black eyed susan petals have all but disappeared, leaving round, black seed heads. The pods on the milkweed patch by the vegetable garden, just weeks ago (or maybe it just seems that way) covered with blossoms and bees, have dried out and are bursting open, their delicate, lacy seeds emerging to be scattered by the winds.


Old me mostly experienced nature from behind car windshields, hurriedly climbing in and out of the car to drive on major thoroughfares at high speeds. I was too busy trying to be successful as an artist to slow down and consider the other beings who inhabit this earth with me.

New me now savors slowness. I spend more time watching the natural world shift and change around me. I'm still very active creatively, but now my days revolve around building a more caring relationship to all living beings, including myself, and trying to pay closer attention to moving with the natural cycles of the earth rather than against them.

A question that has emerged for me in the past few years is: what would my life look like if I was fully connected and in harmony with the cycles and shifts of the seasons? I'd like to explore that and write about it, so expect to hear more about this as I try to combine my art practice with my love of the natural world and its inhabitants.

Since the world has changed so dramatically in the past four years, I have felt a strong pull to create positive change in the world. I looked around at where I live and what I could build on right here in my own back yard. I began reading about "rewilding" property, decreasing the amount of grass (which puts absolutely no nutrients back into the soil), increasing native plants and herbs and wildflowers, and creating habitats of native plants, bushes and trees to help pollinators find food and shelter. I started to reclaim my old, abandoned perennial garden and expand it to build a pollinator haven with native plants and bushes.

I knew little to nothing about what plants are native to this area. I did a lot of online research, found some great organizations like Wild Ones, https://wildones.org and read as much as possible about the most beneficial plants. The more I learned, the more my motivation grew. This entire summer felt like opening a beautiful gift each time a new type of plant I had planted this or the year before finally bloomed. It seemed to take forever, but the wait was well worth it.

For the first time in my life, I saw monarch caterpillars chewing their way through leaves of the milkweed plants, getting ready to find a sheltered hiding spot to make cocoons before morphing into butterflies (I had thought they did this under a leaf of the milkweed, but they crawl away and attach to well-hidden spots when they are ready to make their cocoons).

This is the first year I saw beautiful monarch and swallowtail butterflies. I saw my very first bumblebee moth at our hummingbird feeder, also called a snowberry clearwing, and oh how amazing it was to experience that.

Now that summer is ending, all my new native plants are still healthy and alive. A few, like the New England asters and one of the Virginia Waterleaf plants, got chewed repeatedly in early summer by the baby rabbits and possibly deer until they were just stubs above the soil, but they seem to have come back. While they didn't bloom, I learned there are fragrant plants the rabbits and deer dislike the smell of, so I added lavender and zinnias near those - and next year will plant lots of marigolds - as deterrents.

I expect the same learning curve with my pollinator efforts that I have with my other creative practices. I am always learning, always improving, and always encountering new problems and challenges that I have to figure out how to solve, work around - sometimes just accept and pivot to a new option.

The exhilaration and satisfaction come not in creating the perfect yard or pollinator haven, but in moving the ideas forward, bit by bit, staying with the vision and celebrating each small step towards what I envision as a haven for my little friends. In my studio and outside in the yard, I am learning how to see, how to listen to and care for these vital beings in our eco-system. As a result, I now feel connected to nature in a way I never did before. That means a lot to me at a time in human history when the natural world is being destroyed so carelessly and rampantly.

At first I felt what I wanted to contribute was too little, but now I feel my commitment to take positive action right where I live links me with thousands of others practicing acts of stewardship and compassion. As an optimist, I can't help but see the cumulative actions of individuals as a monumental force for good and I believe now, as I have my whole adult life, that loving-kindness and goodness will always ultimately prevail.

The gardens still have a lot of filling in to do, so I am already excited to see what happens next year as these plants mature. I planted in increments this season; about 32 shade, part-shade and full sun perennials, then about 22 more full-sun perennials. After the thrill of seeing both monarch butterflies and caterpillars, I planted five more milkweed plants! We have a patch of common milkweeds by the vegetable garden as well - they are invasives so I picked off all the seed pods, but the bees and butterflies loved them!









8 views0 comments

I am a Field of All Possibilities, 24" x 24", 2020, by Jeanne Beck


I have a lifelong love of setting out on a new path. There's a rush of anticipation for what I'll discover, a sense of adventure and mystery for what unanticipated surprises may present themselves; and truly, whatever the outcome may be, I've never been disappointed in the experience.


I took a workshop last spring in Santa Fe with Lauren Mantecon; it was a tough few days where I struggled with my inner critic. Following that session, she invited me to join her for a 13-month intensive class with seven other women, combining on-line meetings, personal critiques and in-studio workshops at her studio in Santa Fe. We were scheduled to start this past April, but in light of the COVID-19, we postponed our first workshop until October. That may end up being postponed as well.


Meanwhile I feel like I am in a major transition in my work and it seems to be starting even if the group intensive is delayed. Sheltering-in during this pandemic is actually making room for the explorations I've been craving, as well as bringing a slower pace to my life and my work.


My gallery is only open by appointment. My workshops and classes have been cancelled until.. Hardly the ideal time to return to blogging. Yet this new phase feels so important I've decided to share the thoughts, writings and work I do over the next 13 months.


A month or two ago, I took out my sander and sanded the heck out of two paintings I've reinvented three or four times. I liked the distressed look and how some of the paint layers beneath began to show. How did I forget how much I love sanding surfaces?!?


I let one painting rest and started adding paint to the other one. But then I didn't like the paint, so I sprayed water on it and started rubbing it to get it off. Then I added more water and kept rubbing - then oh no, some of the paper started lifting up. But wait, I loved the worn look of those ripped away areas and kept going.


When I stopped for a bit and looked at it, I realized how much I liked the peeled away paper. Truly I was doing an archeological reveal of the layers beneath, so I spritzed, rubbed and pulled back until much of the painting and collage on the adhered paper was gone and some white paper and layers peeking through of the previous painting underneath were all that were left.


The two samples above on the left show details of the sanded acrylics as the layers got removed. The image on the right shows the end of the session - most of the surface wet and scraped away with some washes of diluted acrylic over the still soggy paper.


At the top of this page is the completed piece, now titled. "I Am a Field of All Possibilities."





93 views2 comments

I walked into my studio earlier this month and saw, to my shock, that my huge installation work in progress was hanging by one chain instead of four. That day, while I waited for help to arrive to fix it, a young couple walked in to the gallery. They didn't realize the piece was anything other than supposed to look this way, and found it fascinating. Both commented how it looked like a cascading waterfall with water flowing on to the floor.


Seeing it through their eyes it stopped looking like a potential disaster and more like an idea that could be developed intentionally for the future.

One small chain held this whole piece up. When the other chains came down, the wooden hanger evidently tilted up against the suspended ceiling and helped add some support.

My husband soon arrived to help, and we carefully reconnected the other three supports to the ceiling grids. For the next two days, I untangled the chains and figured out where to rehang them. Many had fallen and come apart. Three days later, the piece provided a stunning backdrop when we welcomed 400 visitors to the gallery for Downtown Canandaigua's August Wine Walk.



It's surprising to me how unanticipated problems and obstacles can create new opportunities.. I like the idea of combining the openness of the left hanger and the denseness of the circular cluster on the right. My mind is quietly considering how I could make this happen intentionally - bent wood, wire form, free standing wire and wooden structure?


Isn't it rather surprising (and encouraging) how problems and setbacks can create new insights and opportunities?


78 views2 comments
bottom of page