Thursday Thirteen - 24 - 13 of My Mom's Paintings

Welcome - feel free to stroll about my cyber art gallery. Today I'm featuring artist Paulette Phillips.

We first met 42 years ago as she donned the motherhood hat. From my perspective, an excellent fit.

Paulette began painting in the early 1980's, beginning with oils but switching to watercolor ink and sand. She prefers the textures she achieves with that medium. Enjoy your visit and thanks for dropping by!

1 - 'Lava Flow'



















29.5 x 22.5 in. (75 x 58 cm)



2 - 'The Way Home'














5.5 x 7.75 in. (14 x 20 cm)



3 - 'The Voice'



















13.25 x 8.5 in. (35 x 22 cm)



4 - 'Goat'
















8.5 x 11.5 in. (22 x 29 cm)



5 - 'Jesus Blesses the Children'




















14 x 10.25 in. (36 x 27 cm)



6 - 'Ships at Sail'




















10.75 x 8.5 in. (28 x 22 cm)



7 - 'Fairy Dance'




















17 x 14.5 in. (43 x 37 cm)



8 - 'The Bee'
















8 x 10 in. (20 x 26 cm)



9 - 'A Study in Yellow and Green'
















9.5 x 11.5 in. (25 x 30 cm)



10 - 'Earth Tracks'




















14 x 10.5 in. (37 x 27 cm)



11 - 'Free Spirit'




















9 x 6.5 in. (23 x 17 cm)



12 - 'Stare of the Dragon'




















9 x 7 in. (23 x 18 cm)



13 - ' Triptych'













12 panels at 9 x 12 in. (23 x 31 cm)



Oh - there she is - let's get in a little closer. She's putting down her champagne - "Hi!" she's saying (big hug to you out there in the Blogosphere.) "I'm the Mom - Paulette. I want to thank my sweetheart daughter Julia for showcasing my art. I'm happy to share it with all of you and I'm inspired to create more."

Poetry Train Monday - 19 - Vertical Narrative

This is another one from my university days. I've chosen one of my mom's paintings as a companion to the poem. Titled 'Ships at Sail', the painting and the poem were created within a few years of each other. I'll be showcasing 13 of her pieces on my Thursday Thirteen this week.



Vertical Narrative


When I was five
I looked to the heavens
Unsure of 'forever and ever
Amen'

If everyone wanted that
Ascention to paradise
Why should that lack of
Closure
Unnerve me






Why did everyone point
And ask if I could
See the face
The Man in the Moon

Why did they gather
Gazing upon canvasses of
Blobbed color
Splatters
Even holes torn

Twisted bronze
Sculpture or
Snicker

'Eraserhead'
Conundrum

How I remember that night
When two eyes
Cheeks
A smile emerged
From the lunar surface

Riddles of design
Recover from their sojourn
To the Tower of Babel

I am left reaching for
The face of Creation
Happy for now with
My stake in the
Garden of
The very
First
Morn


Poem copyright 1993 Julia Smith

Watercolor ink and sand, copyright 1995 Paulette Phillips