June 23rd, 2018

Hill Center Exhibition

My gun control comic, “Thoughts and Prayers,” has been accepted into the Hill Center Galleries annual regional exhibition. I don’t know how THAT’s going to look hanging among the paintings and sculpture. But I’m glad it’s there. The opening reception is Wednesday, June 27th, 6:30 to 8:30pm. Come one, come all!

If you can’t make the reception, and do not already know the Hill Center on Capitol Hill, located in the renovated Old Naval Hospital, you ought to check out its wonderful series of events and activities.

 

April 1st, 2018

Easter/April

Pretty sure God has a sense of humor.

Pauline

Giampaolo

 

March 27th, 2018

Please, Can We Play Games?

Here, a recently completed graphic design project for the Waldorf Early Childhood Association of North America: Please, Can We Play Games? by Ruth Ker. The book offers the author’s forty years of creating, collecting, and playing traditional and original verses, songs, and games for early childhood circle time or home play. You can learn more on the WECAN website.

Maura

March 20th, 2018

Greeting to Spring (Not Without Trepidation)

Well, it’s sleeting, and snow is on the way. But it IS the first day of spring. So, a poem by Robert Lax, and a painting.

Over the back of the Florida basker,
over the froth of the Firth of Forth,
Up from Tahiti and Madagascar,
Lo, the sun walks north.

The first bright day makes sing the slackers
While leaves explode like firecrackers,
The duck flies forth to greet the spring
And sweetly municipal pigeons sing.

Where the duck quacks, where the bird sings,
We will speak of past things.

Come out with your marbles, come out with your Croup,
The grass is as green as a Girl Scout troop;
In the Mall the stone acoustics stand
Like a listening ear for the Goldman band.

At an outside table, where the sun’s bright glare is,
We will speak of darkened Paris.

Meanwhile, like attendants who hasten the hoofs
Of the ponies who trot in the shadow of roofs,
The sun, in his running, will hasten the plan
Of plants and fishes, beast and man.

We’ll turn our eyes to the sogging ground
And guess if the earth is cracked or round.

Over the plans of the parties at strife,
Over the planes in the waiting north,
Over the average man and his wife,
Lo, the sun walks forth!

—Robert Lax

Lynn & Donald 1976

March 10th, 2018

Thoughts and Prayers

Click twice for the large size.

Meadow

March 1st, 2018

In Like a Lion

Wishing you warmth and a bouquet of late winter flowers, wherever you are.

Polly

February 18th, 2018

Not Hallmark

Perusing the 21st century greeting card.

 

 

November 4th, 2017

Getting Out the Vote

September 22nd, 2017

The Maple Tree

Although it stills feels as hot and muggy as midsummer here in Washington, DC, it is actually the first day of autumn in the northern hemisphere. So, a painting and a poem in celebration. The leaves are changing color; we await those crisp cool blue-sky days. And wait… Happy Autumn, everyone.

The Maple with its tassell flowers of green
That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed
Just spreading out its scallopped leaves is seen,
Of yellowish hue yet beautifully green.
Bark ribb’d like corderoy in seamy screed
That farther up the stem is smoother seen,
Where the white hemlock with white umbel flowers
Up each spread stoven to the branches towers
And mossy round the stoven spread dark green
And blotched leaved orchis and the blue-bell flowers—
Thickly they grow and neath the leaves are seen.
I love to see them gemm’d with morning hours.
I love the lone green places where they be
And the sweet clothing of the Maple tree.

—John Clare 1793-1864

Elizabeth

June 16th, 2017

La Venise du Périgord

Brantôme.