A Story for Thanksgiving and Giving Thanks
I wrote this for Thanksgiving in 2015. It’s interesting to read it in the context of 2022 and all that has happened and is still sadly, happening. Little did we know what was to come.
The image is a detail of a painting I made in 1990.
At the time, I was preparing for a solo show at the Zoe Gallery in Boston and had injured my low back. I made all thirty-two paintings for the show in twenty-minute sessions, lying down in between. Each painting had a clover as the central figure. They are painted on 3/4" hardwood plywood panels approx. 18x16" each. The process was very physical- each panel has many multiple layers of paint, each layer sanded with an electric palm sander to reveal some of the layers beneath it. I wore a heavy-duty mask for the sanding indoors, in my studio, but when I think about what lingered in the air, and we lived there in that loft space… um… pretty dangerous, toxic pigments.
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Here we are again. That Thanksgiving mood is upon us.
It’s finally, only just today, finally Fall at the northern edge of Southern California. The light has changed, it’s windy and brisk, and leaves are losing their hold. Sunsets have re-captured their almost forgotten spectacular November selves.
The holiday spirit is everywhere we glimpse here in the States, and people are in a pretty good mood sparkly with anticipation for taking a break, putting down their work, and spending time with family and friends. Waiting to over-indulge in food, glorious food. (And football.)
We’ve begun the annual ritual of zeroing in. Hunkering down to muse on our love and fondness for each other and the good fortunes we are blessed with. Feeling the strong gratitudes we can name. And some that we can’t.
I’m no different. It matters not what else is going on; even with the turmoil around us, so many worries, dangers, and fears, the spirit whisks me away almost unawares. My thanks are standing alert, on line in my heart to be registered and expressed.
And there’s you. That line starts with you. I’m grateful for every glance, every exchange of words or pictures, each thought and bit, chances to learn, each tickle of emotion and expression that adds to the ever-growing collection of moments in my life.
Thank you for every precious, tiny and momentous one of them. I hope you have a wonderful holiday wherever you are.