Here and now, all of our lives are caught in the current global issues of disease, financial instability, and systemic racial inequity. Within the sequestering of COVID-19, we have asked our sangha of artists to contribute their voices and visions coming now from seperate and sheltered spaces, believing that our communal support can transcend isolation with fresh insight and newfound solidarity.
Barbara Coulson, "Arboretum 3", Stanford, felt tipped pens, 9"H x 12"W
Barbara Coulson, "Arboretum 5", Stanford, felt tipped pens, 12"W x 9"H
Barbara Coulson, "Windowsill Frog", felt tipped pens, 4”H x 5”W
Barbara Tonnesen, "Sheltering", Stanford Arboretum, Ink Pen on Paper, 8.5"H x 12"W
Barbara Tonnesen, "Sunlight on the Cactus Garden", Stanford Arboretum, Pastel Pencils on Paper, 12 1/2"H x 16"W
Barbara Tonnesen, "Oaks in Stanford Arboretum", Ink Pen on Paper, 13 1/4"H x 17"W
Betsy Currie, "My World #1", Watercolor on handmade four-deckled edge square papers 8”x8” (three from a nine piece series)
Betsy Currie, "My World #2", Watercolor on handmade four-deckled edge square papers 8”x8” (three from a nine piece series)
Betsy Currie, "My World #3", Watercolor on handmade four-deckled edge square papers 8”x8” (three from a nine piece series)
Betsy Currie, Letterpress
Cynthia Hibbard, "Self Portrait", Dreaming of Travel, oil on gessoed cardboard, 8 1/2"W x 10"H
Cynthia Hibbard, "Self Portrait with Tongue", oil on gessoed cardboard, 8 1/2"W x 10"H
Cynthia Hibbard, "Abstract", linocut and oil stick on a full sheet of BFK, 18"H x 18"W
Barbara Grote, "Bears in the Window", watercolor on paper, 8"W X 5"H, "To counteract the feelings of isolation for the children during the coronavirus sheltering in place, teddy bears began appearing in neighborhood windows."
Jane Hibbard, "Remembering Cezanne", watercolor, 6”W x 8”H
Kathy Baron, "Inside looking Out", Oil on Canvas, 18”W x 24”H
Kathy Baron, "Arrow, the Much Missed Granddaughter", Oil on Canvas, 2'W x 3’H
Mary Ojakian, "Rabbit Hole Tree", Pencil, 9”W x 8”H
Mary Ojakian, "Shelter", Watercolor and Pen, 6.25”W x 9.75”H
Pamela York, "Beauty in complexity", Stanford Arboretum, 6.5” x 9.5”, pen and ink
Pamela York, "Entanglement", Stanford Arboretum, pen and ink, 6.5”H x 10”W,
Marguerite Fletcher, "Listening to Hildegard VonBingen-The Jewelled Stupa Approaches," watercolor, 7.5”H x 10”W
Marguerite Fletcher, "Masked Bodhisattva," watercolor, 11”H x 12”W
Marguerite Fletcher, "The Quay of Jubilee: Revelation, Reparation, Rejoice," watercolor, 13”H x 15”W
Marian Slattery, "Begger at the Gate", coil built and iron stained clay, 11"H X 5"W X 4"
Sandy Clark, "Tarwater Hill", Boonville, Acrylic, 24”H x 36”W
Yoriko Kishimoto, "Turbulent Clouds (Boonville)", Oil, 11”H X 14”W
Yoriko Kishimoto, "Previously Turbulent Clouds", Oil, 14”H x 11”W
Yoriko Kishimoto, "Boonville Barn", Oil, 20”H X 16”W
Yoriko Kishimoto, Studio in Boonville barn
Marcia Pugsley, "New Toy", Watercolor, 4"W x 7"H, "Housekeeper heeded the call to be trained as a nurses aid, I agreed to do my own cleaning - a win for all."
Barbara Tonnesen “Stanford Arboretum” Hard Pastel on Paper, 11”H x 15.5"W
David Hibbard, “Roses from our Yard”
David Hibbard, “Roses from our Yard”
David Hibbard, “Roses from our Yard”
David Hibbard, “Roses from our Yard”
Sheltered Practice in the Stanford Arboretum
Sheltered Practice in the Stanford Arboretum.
Sheltered Practice in the Stanford Arboretum.
LONGER
Let this moment last a little longer.
I can’t just slip away before we’re through,
nor satisfy my promises to you,
yesterday and yesterday.
Be stronger.
There’s still time for time, before the birdcalls.
The full moon’s shining brighter than the dawn,
waves retreating,
beating like your footfalls.
Eternity’s enraptured by my lawn.
Everything has chosen now to pause.
Better not to whisper or it’s broken.
We’re listening to everything unspoken.
We’re basking in the dark as it withdraws.
My walls are falling, undividing tears,
stringing laughter to the times I cried.
I can hear your heart beat through my years.
cherishing our pilgrims side by side.
Everything is respite and believing.
Transient poise. The moment, moments,
leaving.
So melancholy blessed this newest day.
The dew, the dimming stars,
the empty bay.
—Bob Fletcher