Marcia LaBelle

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Corner of room

Some customary disarray, ungroomed.

gouache on gessoed panel 5"x7"

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Paddy Green

Approaching this time last year - actually later in the fall, closer to deer season and not so humid.

oil 9"x12" gessoed panel

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Another dream of breathless exertion. This time I awoke from climbing an almost vertical street covered with snow over treacherous patches of ice on my way to an art gallery in downtown Hamilton.
A tricky climb, I struggled on hands and knees past a new development of identical one storey bungalows set far back from the street before finally reaching the small storefront gallery which to my excitement was also a coffee house atop this crazy man made mountain. As I paid for a cup of steaming coffee and a cookie I questioned their wisdom of situating their gallery atop a hill. Their reply came as a question - "Have you never been to NY?" I couldn’t understand what bearing that had on anything - but I said I used to live in NY tying to recall in what way if any NY was known for hills - dreams have their own unfathomable rules - nor do I recall taking one sip of that coffee or one bite of that cookie before waking up. Hungry.

pastel and charcoal on strathmore 18"x24"

Friday, September 5, 2014

¾ symmetrical view

You can build up resistance from doing nothing.

I woke up this morning from a surprisingly strenuous dream whereby I was participating in a yoga class, more or less captive, although I hadn’t been to a yoga workout in years. Every nerve, cell and muscle in my sedentary body was on the floor, up against a wall straining and stretching to emulate a difficult position with limbs crossed in every direction. Simple conformity on my part would surely have spelled success, but try as I might the convoluted pose eluded me.

Just a dream I reminded myself -all due to the heat or the late night snack? Nevertheless I resolved to sign up for a therapeutic beginners yoga starting next week.