musings from the studio and beyond ~
dawn chandler’s reflections on art and life. . . .
painting process: the aspen pillars of my cathedral
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saturday grace: secretly, joyfully, clearly ~ crane painting, ii
I was cruising along on I-25 and had just crossed back into New Mexico when somewhere between Raton and Springer something way overhead caught my eye:
Wait… what is that?
Dozens and dozens of birds, gliding at an impossible altitude.
What ARE they?….
I had never seen anything like them before.
in my astonishment I had to pull over, get out of my car, and just watch them.
Yet what was most astonishing of all?
No one else pulled over. No one else even appeared to look up, to notice them. Cars and trucks and 18-wheelers and RVs and SUVS and sports cars all whizzed by with passengers looking anywhere by up.
Do they not see this? Are they not astonished?
Or was this a common — and therefore tired — sight for everyone but me?
Not likely.
I think mostly these beings went unseen — as do, alas, so many of our fellow souls.
This was to me my very first encounter with the sandhill cranes and it occurred one autumn some seven or eight years ago when I knew absolutely nothing about them. And though it would be a few more years before i would encounter the cranes in such a way that I would become forever besotted with them, I’ve never forgotten this first crane spotting experience out on I-25.
Now, come mid-Autumn, I know to listen and to look for them…. as My Good Man and I did a couple of weeks ago, driving up through southern Colorado, west of Alamosa. There we delightedly heard, then saw, some of our New Mexico cranes resting on their journey home….
How about you?
Have you ever heard the cranes — or even geese — and looked to the sky with pure hope and joy and wondered,
where are they. . .
I hear them!
but where are they?
And then!
And then have had your heart leap as you spot them, their silhouettes sharpening and fading in and out of sunlight and cloud light as they catch an invisible current and glide, or as with the geese, their winged chevron waves across the sky ….
This small painting — Secretly, Joyfully, Clearly — celebrates that moment of hearing the cranes and geese, and searching the sky for the source of their song . And then that brilliant moment of discernment, before they fade into the sky once more…..
Maybe no one expresses that moment better than Mary Oliver….
Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!
What a task
to ask
of anything, or anyone,
yet it is ours,
and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.
One fall day I heard
above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound
I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was
a flock of snow geese, winging it
faster than the ones we usually see,
and, being the color of snow, catching the sun
so they were, in part at least, golden. I
held my breath
as we do
sometimes
to stop time
when something wonderful
has touched us
as with a match,
which is lit, and bright,
but does not hurt
in the common way,
but delightfully,
as if delight
were the most serious thing
you ever felt.
The geese
flew on,
I have never seen them again.
Maybe I will, someday, somewhere.
Maybe I won’t.
It doesn’t matter.
What matters
is that, when I saw them,
I saw them
as through the veil, secretly, joyfully, clearly.
Mary Oliver, Snow Geese
Secretly, Joyfully, Clearly by Dawn Chandler
mixed-media on panel ~ 8″ x 8″
This painting is available here.
Read about my other crane paintings ~
new for you each saturday morning ~ honoring grace
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Dawn Chandler
new for you, each saturday morning ~ honoring grace
One of my great joys in recent years has been observing, learning about, and following Grus canadensis — the Sandhill cranes. I’ve written a good deal about these beautiful beings — here and here — and how I’ve come to love them. Some people feel a kinship to certain animals, and view those beings as their “spirit animals.” The crane is surely one of my spirit animals. And the more I observe and bear witness to their astonishing grace and majesty, the more I am awed.
What a good thing in this often ugly world, to be awed by beauty.
But how to express this?
I’m not sure my words can convey enough.
And so I turn to art — to painting, with the hope that somehow my muse will allow me to express something of the awe and joy and magnificence I experience when witnessing and thinking about these extraordinarily beautiful beings. To express this infatuation, I’ve returned to my creative collaging instinct, combining papers & ink & paint & imagery to create a series of semi-figurative, semi-abstract landscape-rooted paintings. These paintings are a bit different from what some of my newer followers may be used to seeing from me. But if you look back at my oeuvre over the years, you’ll see that these kinds of paintings are of a style that’s quite familiar.
Anyhow, over the next many Saturdays, I will be dedicating my Blog here to sharing my new crane paintings with the world.
The timing is good — feels right. For this Saturday in mid October our New Mexico cranes are making their way home again. Soon — come mid November — they will be home for the winter, at our beloved Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge. And you can be sure I will be there just as often as I can, standing silently, watching, while my heart pounds with delight and awe.
But today — this Saturday morning —— here: The first of my crane paintings: Never Have I Seen Grace Like This.
And now some details….
The writing & text come from my own musings… the pages of my journals, and stream of consciousness written on the papers collaged into the painting….
You’ll be seeing more of this figure in future paintings… Eventually I’ll share their story…. It’s a good one. 🙂
Never Have I Seen Grace Like This is available here..
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Very Artfully Yours ~
Dawn Chandler
under the spell of new mexico gold
Something magical has been spreading across New Mexico this September… I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
And I’m not the only one stunned by it. I go out each evening to walk and find, despite distressing world news, I’m smiling. And there’s many more people out there on my walks, and they’re smiling, too. It’s as if we can’t help ourselves — which, in fact, we can’t.
We are under the spell of gold — gold coins.
Coins made up of pistils, stamens, and soft jagged petals.
Coins scattered densely across seemingly every field, empty lot and fence row in Santa Fe County. Coins known in Latin circles as Verbesina encelioides.
I’m talking about Golden Crownbeard.
Also known as the Cowpen Daisy.
…. or American Dogweed…
…and Butter Daisy….
…or South African Daisy….
… and Gold Weed….
… and Wild Sunflower.
To me, they’re known as the OMG-I-Can’t-Believe-How-Gorgeous-Those-Golden-Flowers-Are-What-The-Heck-Are-They-They-Are-So-Incredibly-Beautiful-I-ve-Never-Seen-Fields-of-Gold-Like-That-I-Just-Can’t-Get-Enough-Of-Them.
My neighborhood nursery Plants of the Southwest describes Golden Crownbeard on their website as “a showy, fast-growing annual with a profuse display of bright golden daisies in fall. Marvelous along fence rows, in meadows or at the back of a casual garden. Sow anytime. Zones 5-8.” I read elsewhere that the Cowpen Daisy is “excellent for reclamation and pollinator conservation mixtures. Provides nectar to bees and butterflies.”
According to the Native American Ethnobotany Database, the Hopis used an infusion of the plant as a treatment against the fever and itch of spider bites, while the Navajo used the dried leaves as a treatment for stomach ailments. Further, they brought good luck, for the seeds were nourishing, and the petals, if chewed, boded a successful hunt — and protected one from lightning.
I don’t know if these flowers will do any of that, but I do know that THIS YEAR, at least, the cowpen daisy is capable of inducing endless smiles and cheerfulness. For the flower is positively E X P L O D I N G across New Mexico, including in the usually dusty dirt pit of field at the center of my neighborhood park.
Come late summer in New Mexico, we all welcome — with a mixture of joy and wistfulness — the first sunflowers that pop up along the roadsides, a sure sign that autumn is on its way. And so when I first glimpsed this gold color on the landscape, I assumed it must be the roadside sunflowers.
But I’d never seen whole fields of sunflowers in New Mexico before. Upon closer inspection I realized these are not the roadside sunflowers I’ve known for decades. Though related — both are Asteraceae — of the aster or daisy family — these fields of gold are a different flower altogether. And I am utterly intoxicated by their magical properties of imbuing joy.
As I write this, the gold of the cowpen daisies across the landscape is becoming burnished as their petals dry and fade, disintegrating into the earth….
… just as a different trove of gold coins begins to scatter in the mountains high above the fields ….
and another, along the valley waterways….
swelling again the treasury of my imagination with golden autumn riches…
Ahhhhhh…… September in New Mexico….
All photos — except the top image of gold coins — by Dawn Chandler.
Read more about autumn in New Mexico here.
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Dawn
heartache turned to beauty turned to giving: own a limited edition philmont print
Chances are you were glued to your computer those first days of June, desperate for more news of Philmont and the Ute Park Fire.
If you were able to sleep at all, likely you went to bed each night with nausea in your belly, and your head pounding with anxiety.
Come morning you raced to the computer to see if the fire had spread, and felt your heart scouring the inside of your throat as you read that once again the fire had doubled in size.
Friends and family who don’t know Philmont, who’ve never been there, but know YOU and know that this arid corner of New Mexico is sacred ground to you, saw on their news feeds that this “Boy Scout Camp in Northern New Mexico” was on fire. And they said to you, “I’m sorry about Philmont….” and it’s all you could do to choke down the sobs.
Your HOmEland — your SPIRITland, your SOULand was burning. All you could see was loss and destruction. You were in an utterly grievous state.
But then….
… then you started reading about the current staff, and the good people of Ute Park, of Cimarron, of the neighboring ranches.
You read of the firefighters.
You read of heroism.
You read of resiliency.
You read of unbelievably tough decisions.
You read of integrity.
You read of humor and of hope and of grace.
And out of the ashes — out of your sorrow — somehow rose a little green sprout of life — and hope.
The above description is excerpted from the story behind my newly released print, A Philmont Morning is the Best Kind of Morning.
And now they’re here: 200 limited edition prints!
No wait — CORRECTION. Make that 13
5 limited edition prints, because a staggering 65 prints — 65!! — sold in 72 hours over Labor Day weekend to 52 saavy early bird TaosDawn studio Insiders.
Prints are $95…. and….$50 from every print sale is going to Philmont’s Fire Relief Fund.
Which means in just three days we’ve raised an additional $3,250 to help repair, reseed, and renew Philmont’s backcountry.
WOW, PEOPLE!! WOW!!
We have the ability to raise $6,750 more with the sale of those 135 remaining prints. My goal is to get them all sold before October 1st, and raise a grand total of $10,000 for Philmont’s Fire Fund.
Get the full story and purchase your print here.
Or shop around and view this and all the rest of my art in my full online store on Etsy at www.etsy.com/shop/dawnchandlerstudio
Thank you!