My art blog… what’s on my easel… daily painting… sketches… digital stuff …photography…challenges…and a bit of poetry
Click to Enlarge Images A one page black sketchbook. First layer had oils and cold wax varying shapes. Added layers with neocolor I wax crayons and large graphite stick. Abstracting the context of large areas in nature ex: sky land water with a grain of salt and imagination!
https://caroledanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/VID-20260703-WA0001.mp4What a surprise! Lior, Mor and Amir my grandkids made me a book from my blog posts. What a project, I was dumbfounded, it was so emotional for me. There are images that I had completely forgotten about. Each page with the year. Even a poem that I wrote! What a thoughtful gift, something that I will always treasure! THANK YOU!
Click the thumbnails to enlarge Images My new hydroponic installation. Thanks to my granddaughter Lior and her fiance Koby. A vegetable garden just outside my door. Eggplant, tomatoes, cucumbers, mangold, basil and celery. Left is about 1 week and R is 4 weeks. Tomatoes have taken over! Can’t wait to harvest, lots of mangold to cut. What to do with them, any suggestions! Click the thumbnails to enlarge Images I am at the end of another zoom course with Sara Post. This course was devoted to finding abstracts in nature, these were more about patterns in nature.
Just Doesn’t Come I want to write a poemit just doesn’t come outThe coolish feel of the poolThe row of bright lavender plants along the border. The hooded crow that gingerly comes to take a drink.the gratitude that I am even in the waternot to be taken for granted! Click to Enlarge I feel that nothing much is “coming” these days. Like I am working on empty! Doing some warm-ups, looking at starts. Not really knowing where to go from here to there. I know, past few months have been crazy…. my sciatica not really gone, 2 steps forward, one step back. Hoping that going to the pool will help in that direction. My
Spider 4th time this morning!Looking up at the ceilingone lonely spider,we missed him/herwhen mopping the webs,has cleaned the ceiling fromall the creepy crawlies. Click to Enlarge Click to Enlarge The poem came when lying on my back in my safe room. This is when I got the not so good idea to sleep at night in the safe room on an exercise mattress with blankets and pillows. Easy to get down but much more difficult to get up. Got what they call “piriformis syndrome” which later developed into sciatica! Which I am now treating with a physiotherapist. Different ways of making color charts from recent workshop with Sara Post. The winter workshop was all
Ode to my Bed Oh mattress soft and wide Oh sheets tightly tucked Oh the soft pillows My down blanket Oh Oh bed never again will you be taken for granted. Click to Enlarge Click to Enlarge We all sometimes take for granted everyday things, like sleeping in our bed. After sleeping on camp mattresses in my saferoom, how ever snug were the blankets and pillows,and developing Piriformis syndrome from getting up from the floor, I realized that my bed needed a bit of praise so: Ode to my Bed was born. Transformation All creative work is some kind of transformation. In visual arts we take paint, pencils, crayons, charcoal, paper, water, oils and
Click to Enlarge Images A one page black sketchbook. First layer had oils and cold wax varying shapes. Added layers with neocolor I wax crayons and large graphite stick. Abstracting the context of large areas in nature ex: sky land water with a grain of salt and imagination!
https://caroledanart.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/07/VID-20260703-WA0001.mp4What a surprise! Lior, Mor and Amir my grandkids made me a book from my blog posts. What a project, I was dumbfounded, it was so emotional for me. There are images that I had completely forgotten about. Each page with the year. Even a poem that I wrote! What a thoughtful gift, something that I will always treasure! THANK YOU!
Click the thumbnails to enlarge Images My new hydroponic installation. Thanks to my granddaughter Lior and her fiance Koby. A vegetable garden just outside my door. Eggplant, tomatoes, cucumbers, mangold, basil and celery. Left is about 1 week and R is 4 weeks. Tomatoes have taken over! Can’t wait to harvest, lots of mangold to cut. What to do with them, any suggestions! Click the thumbnails to enlarge Images I am at the end of another zoom course with Sara Post. This course was devoted to finding abstracts in nature, these were more about patterns in nature.
Just Doesn’t Come I want to write a poemit just doesn’t come outThe coolish feel of the poolThe row of bright lavender plants along the border. The hooded crow that gingerly comes to take a drink.the gratitude that I am even in the waternot to be taken for granted! Click to Enlarge I feel that nothing much is “coming” these days. Like I am working on empty! Doing some warm-ups, looking at starts. Not really knowing where to go from here to there. I know, past few months have been crazy…. my sciatica not really gone, 2 steps forward, one step back. Hoping that going to the pool will help in that direction. My
Spider 4th time this morning!Looking up at the ceilingone lonely spider,we missed him/herwhen mopping the webs,has cleaned the ceiling fromall the creepy crawlies. Click to Enlarge Click to Enlarge The poem came when lying on my back in my safe room. This is when I got the not so good idea to sleep at night in the safe room on an exercise mattress with blankets and pillows. Easy to get down but much more difficult to get up. Got what they call “piriformis syndrome” which later developed into sciatica! Which I am now treating with a physiotherapist. Different ways of making color charts from recent workshop with Sara Post. The winter workshop was all
Ode to my Bed Oh mattress soft and wide Oh sheets tightly tucked Oh the soft pillows My down blanket Oh Oh bed never again will you be taken for granted. Click to Enlarge Click to Enlarge We all sometimes take for granted everyday things, like sleeping in our bed. After sleeping on camp mattresses in my saferoom, how ever snug were the blankets and pillows,and developing Piriformis syndrome from getting up from the floor, I realized that my bed needed a bit of praise so: Ode to my Bed was born. Transformation All creative work is some kind of transformation. In visual arts we take paint, pencils, crayons, charcoal, paper, water, oils and
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I earned a BFA in Sculpture from RISD, and after retiring, returned to art—branching into oil painting, drawing, and sketching. These days, I work primarily in oils and cold wax, with my sketchbook always close at hand. I started this blog to share my ongoing journey—experiments, insights, and the quiet joy of making. Recently, I’ve also been exploring poetry as another way to engage with the world around me.