Hope and Feathers

Sirens

The Ravens Gift

STATEMENT

The Night Vision of Birds

The Willing Suspension of Disbelief

Aurora

The Future Is Now

Intermezzo on Brewster Flats

Speaking The Language of Birds

Wake

long statement 2

The Procession of Hope and Feathers

Across The Sea Of Time

Dance of the Pelicans

This series of paintings was inspired by my travels to Guanacaste, on the Pacific Coast of Costa Rica. Costa Rica is a spectacular country, replete with natural wonders, and the skies are full of birds. Mounded islets covered with hairy, gnarly trees dot the coastline. The ring-necked magpies in this painting came to visit us every day and became quite tame. These large blue/gray birds are described as being harbingers of good luck to symbols of misfortune. The varying beliefs and perceptions showcase the rich tapestry of cultural traditions and folklore that have evolved around this captivating bird.<br />
<br />
The exotic young woman on the shore is adorned with beaded jewelry and tattoos and lost in reverie. Within her lies the power to achieve her dreams. The introspective girls and women in all my paintings make us ask, “What are they thinking?” Their placement in such lush, enigmatic settings questions, “Why are we here?”

Guanacaste

Fledgling

Soliloquy

Life Is a Carnival

Swan Song of the Pink Moon

Fly me to the Moon

"Under the Watchful Sky" is the fifth installment in a narrative series where women, birds, and the recurring full pink moon come together as threads in an unfolding story. Here, the woman’s presence as watcher and participant anchors a meditation on awareness, vigilance, and quiet anticipation. Through the interplay of natural elements, light, and textures, I aimed to evoke that sense of standing on the threshold between what is known and what might be—caught within a space alive with possibility and reflection.

Under the Watchful Sky

Air and Water

Sky Blue Pink

I love this quote from Terry Tempest Williams. It has informed so much of my work for a long time. 
"When women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn, and to sing at dusk, was to heal the world with joy."

Linda H. Post Fine Art

Diane

Speaking the Language of Birds