Thursday, April 29, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
I found a autobiography by her, published in 1958, the year after she died in a car accident. The quote above is from this wonderful collection of fragments from her notebooks and photos of her sculptures. There are several pictures of minerals, shells, pebbles and magic and primitive artifacts that she kept in her atelier; many of them functioned as inspiration to her artwork. Adaline's sculptures have strong, biomorphic forms; her language of expression had its roots in her close relationship with the nature, just as she writes above. Her smooth but powerful, abstract style reminds me especially of Henry Moore; maybe it is the strong connection with the nature that makes the work of both sculptors so calming, consoling.
Friday, April 16, 2010
I'm madly in love. With a White Wake-robin that grows in my garden. And there is nothing to do about it. And I swear I won't leave this place, ever, without it (not that I am moving anywhere for the moment, but so that you know, just in case...).
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Mossy trees and ferny banks by the shallow, stony Quinault river.
The bright leaves of common wood sorrel carpeted the ground together with mosses everywhere.
Tiny spruce saplings sprouting from the fallen trees.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Erythronium tuolumnense, the Tuolumn fawn lily from the Sierra Nevada foothills in California.