This is the golden hour by the river in Bowness Park in my neighborhood. Shortly after this picture was taken many golden leaves scattered to the ground. Like hundreds of mini suns.

In the night trees swayed in the early autumn wind, giving the streetlamps the illusion of flickering. Nearby the groan of metal wheels on steel tracks heard in the distance quieted the sound of the coyotes. In this magical golden hour shadows slip between the cracks like forgotten thoughts.

As promised, here are the window murals I did this week at The Costume Shoppe for Halloween. Painted windows are difficult to photograph. This is the best shot I could get, but you get the idea. It was my first time painting on glass, so it was a challenge to understand how the paint would behave-or not.

The sun was shining in my eyes for a large part of the time. I worked over a stairwell for the one, so I had to devise an extension for my brush, as no ladder could be used. It was a fun task, and I would do it again.

Painting the insides of the windows meant everything was reversed, which meant things are done in reverse. Frequent trips outside were required to see how it looked. Regular brushes cannot be used on their own, as they leave brush marks. I used glow in the dark solar paint for things like the moon, so it will glow at night.

“Once in a golden hour,
I cast to earth a seed,
And up there grew a flower,
That others called a weed.”

~Alfred Lord Tennyson

We are in a state of suspended animation here. Perhaps this is a result of Jupiter going direct. Leaves still green are frozen in their tracks, some fallen to the ground, and some still clinging to the trees.

Wondering about what their state will be when temperatures warm later in the week. One thing for certain is the flowers are unlikely to come back to life. This is my state of ultimate denial, where I demonstrate hanging on to hope, even when there appears to be none.

My computer is in the computer hospital, and most of my picture files are on there. It is quite apparent how heavily we rely on these devices. I am hoping it is just a fan, having replaced the power supply, and finding it still has the same noise. Meanwhile I am reporting to you from my laptop, which does not have all the bells and whistles of my regular PC. I have never quite perfected the laptop mouse technique.

In the meantime, I am painting and getting ready for my show. Allowing myself to paint whatever I feel like without judgment, I am having fun with these bare trees. This one is still in progress.

This show; Transmutation, will be in the Upstairs Salon, the medium sized gallery at Artpoint, which is an artist run center as I have mentioned before.

Many things are in the works, and this show will be a pivotal stepping stone to what comes next.

I am considering doing a clear out of some older pieces so stop by ArtPoint sometime between Nov 6 and Nov 28. Remember the early bird gets the worm!

In April I will have a big show in the main gallery, which I believe will mark a new phase in my process as an artist.