Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Greetings from the Pacific Northwest

It is Christmas.  The year is winding down and I've been thinking about all that has happened in twelve short months.  One thing this last year was not and that was milque toast.   It has been a challenge, a real roller coaster ride but I've managed to come through it and I'm grateful.  

I am especially grateful to live in one of the most beautiful places on earth.  
I feel safe here.  I was born here.  My daughter is here. My parents were laid to rest here.  I spend my adult life painting here and I will probably die here.  There are worse fates. 

The view from the top of Mt. Erie, Anacortes, WA; Kathleen Faulkner

The view from my studio, Anacortes, WA;  Kathleen Faulkner

Forest Lands, Anacortes, WA;  Kathleen Faulkner

Eagle Convention, Edison, WA;  Kathleen Faulkner

Geese, Skagit Flats;  Kathleen Faulkner

Skagit Flats;  Kathleen Faulkner

Cormorants, Guemes Channel, Anacortes, WA;
Kathleen Faulkner

Guemes Ferry Dock, Anacortes, WA;  Kathleen Faulkner

Heading back to Anacortes from Sinclair
Island;  Kathleen Faulkner

Friday, December 21, 2012

Winter Solstice

'Woody' 8x8" oil pastel, charcoal;
Kathleen Faulkner

And so, now is the time we come out of the dark and head towards the Light.

Here's to Happiness, Joy, Love and Nature.

"It's never too late to have a happy childhood."

Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

Monday, December 17, 2012

The birds have it

'Welcome to Birdland'  8x8" oil pastel, charcoal;  Kathleen Faulkner

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
                                                                                          William Blake

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Life is short

Myself with three of my paintings and one sculpture
by Louise Warner;   photo: Susi Watson

I am delighted to now be represented by Simon Mace Gallery  in Port Townsend.  Currently, I have five paintings in the Small Works Show which will run through December.  This show includes work by nine painters and one sculptor and is worth a visit.

During this holiday season and every season please support your local artists and galleries.  

I do believe that art is necessary for life..  food for the soul.  
So, eat up.

'Life is short, and Art long; the crisis fleeting; experience perilous, and decision difficult.'


Monday, November 26, 2012

A little holiday cheer

'Polar Bear' ornament 1.5" diameter, sterling silver,
paper, colored pencil, mica;  Kathleen Faulkner

Every year during the Holiday Show opening,  Facere Jewelry Art Gallery conducts the Ornament Give Away.

I am honored to be a part of this show and the Ornament Give Away.

If you are interested in joining us in celebration and possibly winning an ornament, please RSVP to Facere Jewelry Art Gallery

Holiday Show opening is this Wednesday, November 28th,  5-7pm.  Champagne will be served.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Holiday musing

"And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,

stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?  It came without ribbons.

It came without tags.  It came without packages, boxes or bags.

And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore.

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.

What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.

What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more."

                                                                                             Dr Seuss

'Ribbon' earring (side view) sterling
silver;  Kathleen Faulkner

Sunday, October 28, 2012

A story of unkindness and murder

'Birds of a Feather' Neckpiece, 20" sterling silver,
 colored pencil, paper, glass lens, onyx beads;
Kathleen Faulkner

A shrewdness of apes
An exaltation of larks
A battery of barracudas
A troop of monkeys
A kaleidoscope of butterflies
A parliament of owls
A quiver of cobras
An ostentation of peacocks
A murder of crows
A rookery of penguins
A convocation of eagles
A prickle of porcupines
A charm of finches
An unkindness of ravens
A skulk of foxes
A shiver of sharks
A troubling of goldfish
A pod of whales
A smack of jellyfish
A descent of woodpeckers
A mob of kangaroos
A zeal of zebras

Saturday, October 13, 2012

One more

'Low Tide'12x12"  oil and soft pastel, charcoal, medium;
Kathleen Faulkner

It rains.  The wind blows and  
we lose our light as the days grow shorter.

It is a good time to make some art.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

and another..

'High Tide' 12x12"  oil and soft pastel, charcoal, medium;
Kathleen Faulkner

The big lesson I'm learning this Fall is, yes, everything really does change.  Nothing stays the same.  The only constant Is change.

This can be a hopeful reality.  Maybe things will change for the better.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

another marsh picture

'Wiley's Marsh' 12x12" oil and soft pastel, charcoal, medium;
Kathleen Faulkner

My first oil pastel of the fall season.

This piece is part of a series of studies I'm working on before attempting the very large (for me) 3x5'
It is very dark but I think like it.  

Monday, September 10, 2012

Alive, Dead

'Alive'  27x15" oil pastel;
Kathleen Faulkner

What if trees carried the souls of old poets 

or Enlightened Beings?

'Dead' 27x15 oil pastel,  graphite;
Kathleen Faulkner

Some say that the trees are key to saving the world,
that they are Earth's lungs.

Long live the Trees!

Friday, August 3, 2012

Thoughts on time management

'Octopus' length 36", diameter 2";   sterling silver,
paper,  colored pencil,  mica;  Kathleen Faulkner

Octopus has four pair of arms.  Less time needed to accomplish things.  
Octopus is intelligent and uses tools.  More gets done.
Mysterious and beautiful, in my view.

I am envious.  

Then I remember: the life span of an octopus ranges from six months to five years.  

Sunday, July 22, 2012


'Hemingway' sterling silver, paper, ink, mica;
Kathleen Faulkner;  photo:  David Scherrer

I look out my window at the school playground.  It is empty except for the girl.  I watch her swing in the hard rain,  singing

Another day I work in my garden. Evening approaches and I hear the girl singing as she swings,  alone

She is there often, most every day, for long periods.

I hear the swing as I write this.  I look.  She is there.  It is getting dark now.  It rains hard.

Something about it makes me sad.

I wonder.

Friday, July 13, 2012

a musing

'Re-visit'  oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner


I'm grateful for the down vest that I wear over my long sleeved flannel shirt which I wear over my t-shirt and, of course,  the wool socks under sturdy pants.

Time for a hot cup of tea.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

A mental picture

'Flood Tide'  oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner

Memory is such a slippery slope.

Hiking up the trail, we couldn't help but talk about the beauty of the place, the abundance of green,
 the smells,  the sounds
I remembered the day and the conversation 
but not as it was.  

I remembered it as I was.

Monday, July 2, 2012

What IS on top?

'Memory'  oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner

This is the piece I started as a demonstration during the MoNA Auction Preview Party.  I didn't get very far with it that night so finished it at home.  From this,  two others were later done as part of the series, 'Seasonal Pattern'.  

Below are the three together.  I'm putting one of them in the Edison Eye Show coming up  in July: 

'The Permanence of Pattern: What is on Top?'
July 21st through August 5th, 2012
Opening July 21st, 5-10pm
Edison, WA

'Heading West' oil pastel;
Kathleen Faulkner

'Looking East' oil pastel;
Kathleen Faulkner

'Memory' oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner

Friday, June 29, 2012

Side thoughts

'Looking East'  oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner

June has come and almost gone then July arrives 
and the year is half over.   

I have yet to be warm.  

If I had a choice between time on the coast or time east in the heat,  I would usually pick coast.  Today though, I'm thinking about how nice it would be to warm up with some sunshine east of the mountains.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Summer fun

'Heading West' oil pastel;  Kathleen Faulkner

It rains and rains

but then I think about other places and it reminds me of how lucky we are.

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying, 
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud, 
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth! 
That’s what it said
as it dropped, 
smelling of iron, 
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves, 
and I was myself, 
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine! 
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.
Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me by Mary Oliver

Saturday, June 9, 2012

For Paul Havas

'John's Trees' 17x17" oil and soft pastel, charcoal;  Kathleen Faulkner

About a year or more ago I did a piece titled ' John's Trees'.   

There was a story that went with the work.  The trees were planted by a well known Skagit artist and so I titled it accordingly.  John Simon had recently passed, he was on my mind and I titled it thinking of him..  but he didn't plant those trees.

I did this piece from my memory of the work.  It came out closer than I had expected.  

So, here's to you, Paul.  May you rest in peace.

'Paul's Trees' 17x17"oil and soft pastel, charcoal;  Kathleen Faulkner

Thursday, May 24, 2012


'Low Tide' Neckpiece 24x2" sterling silver, oil pastel, paper,
glass lenses, pearls;  Kathleen Faulkner

We've had low tides these past few days 
Our weather has been below par  
glimpses of winter.

Today is a breath of fresh air    light breeze    warm sun    
another low tide.  
I watch the bumble bees pollinate the raspberries.   

Days like these will be remembered years from now.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Bee's Knees

Bumblebees pollinating the broccoli flowers;  Kathleen Faulkner

Ah, the lovely, charismatic bumble bee!

Unlike honey bees, bumblebees are much less aggressive.  They will only sting if their life is threatened
and the good news is they won't die if they must sting.

Not the bee if you want honey but quite the bee if you want to pollinate your flowers.

Unfortunately, their biggest threat is man and his pesticides.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Visit

One never knows where one's mind might wander..

I've been thinking about The Poet's House and Robert Sund's new book, 'Notes from Disappearing Lake'.  

I love this book because it is a visit with an old friend.
I drink my tea and read the book and Robert comes alive. 

and what is good and what is beautiful lives on

Monday, May 7, 2012

Mind's Eye

'Mindscape' oil and soft pastel, charcoal;
Kathleen Faulkner

The Monday after the full moon and weekend craziness abounded.  Plants grew faster and my head still spins. 

What to do to counteract?  Mindscape series continued:  
all I can do is listen   
and draw.  

This came from a place I don't go often 
a place I'd like to get to know, 
a place I will re-visit.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Ode to the Birds

'Cardinal' stickpin; sterling silver,
colored pencil, mineral glass;
Kathleen Faulkner

Sunday morning I awoke to what sounded like someone pounding something outside my window.  It was dawn and I was not happy.  I went outside to see who was being so rude. I saw nothing.

Next morning, dawn, pounding,  I'm not happy.  I get up look out and see a robin attacking the neighbor's garage windows.  At 5:45 in the morning  I figure they don't want to be disturbed  so I get the ladder and some cardboard to tape over the windows. I leave a note.  Good, mission accomplished.

Later that day, pounding coming from the living room.  I look and the robin looks back.  I put up a curtain. Mission accomplished.

This morning I am wakened by pounding.  I follow the sound to the furnace room.  I see little marks all over the window from the robin's beak..  poor, worn out robin.  I cover the window with a piece of matt board.  Mission accomplished.

Cardinals and Robins are very territorial birds.  They see their reflection in a window and attack thinking it is an intruder.  Sometimes they will keep attacking until they die and, if they don't die, they will remember and come back for more the next season.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Back to Basics

It's been awhile since I've had any inspiration to paint.  Other matters have been grabbing my attention.

My jewelry life has taken over.  A new gallery in Seattle and a new way of doing things.  I'm finding out what it's like to step up to the 'Seattle' plate.

When I told my daughter of my good fortune she reminded me of the time, many years ago, when we stood in this gallery and I said, "Someday I will have my jewelry here."  

Now I think about those canvases that have been sitting in the corner, waiting for me and I think, "Someday I'll paint with oils".  

To do that I need to get back to the basics.

'Asian Pears' oil pastel; from my 'still learning'
first series of oil pastels.

 Someone said, "I'm disappointed.  I thought you'd draw something

Ouch..    I said,  " I'm just learning the basics." 

Friday, March 30, 2012

Making something out of nothing

Earrings;  found glass shards, metallic ink, sterling
and fine silver;  Kathleen Faulkner

Some days are better spent outside.  

Down at the beach where I go to find shards, 
I can always count on the birds.  
They are always there 
living their lives just out of my reach
and giving me hope for a world that seems broken.

Cormorants living their lives in the Guemes Channel;  Kathleen Faulkner

Monday, March 12, 2012

In Support of the Arts

"Wired"  neckpiece, length 66"
fine and sterling silver, oxidation; Kathleen Faulkner

The annual MoNA Auction is coming up.  Each year I like to make a piece just for this event.  
It is our 'local' museum and it is worth the effort. 

I have just finished this and I'm feeling pretty good about it. 

Here's hoping someone else at the auction feels the joy I put into this necklace 

and bids on it.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Out of the frying pan and into the fire...

I decided that this year would be the beginning of my love affair with uncomfortable situations.  

Scott Schuldt, in conjunction with Anchor Art Space, was offering a mapping workshop.  I knew at once that I would do it and it scared me to death.  I am self taught in the math department and so, needless to say, I am capable in the basics and what I've had to learn for my business,  anything else is foreign territory. 

I must admit that when we began, I was totally lost then, with Scott's able instruction, I slowly began to make sense of it all.  By the time the workshop had ended, I felt empowered with a skill I never knew I needed.. and I'm still wondering what exactly to do with this new information.. it will be useful, I think, when in the woods.  I will use it somehow, sometime.  

There's a lot to be said for leaping out of the comfort zone! 

learning the basics before going outside to map

Dakota Creek Shipyard: an excellent subject for mapping

My finished product: I now know, without being able to get there,
how far it is to that tug boat.  

Friday, February 24, 2012

It Rains

'The Rain in Spain'  20" sterling silver, hematite; Kathleen Faulkner
photo: David Scherrer

For awhile, we all worried about the snowpack in the mountains: 
not much rain in November and December. 

The rain now comes down in buckets. 
February is making up for lost time.  

Somewhere on Fir Island; Kathleen Faulkner

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Safety is a rock.

Abandoned cabin in a forest

It's been a while since I've spent the day in the woods.  I forget that, when in the forest, one is in the moment.  Later, it is in my mind.  Thinking about it brings out feelings I can't explain.  

Front door

The cabin was one part of the whole of this day.
I wondered about the person who stayed there
cold and wet in the winter 
but especially grey
living or just staying?
High up looking east

Beautiful view of the river before the trees grew up.
The writing on the wall said 1958.
Artifacts of a life of another time
strewn about here and there 

Built next to a boulder 
Safety is a rock.

View from the front door

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Everyday is a Beautiful Day in Paradise

Snow on bamboo

We had our first snow of the season.  

In the beginning, I walked up Mt Erie.  Later we were all restricted to our homes.  Later still, I tried for a walk but just managed to fall.  It seemed, this year, giving it up to snow was a lot easier for generally everyone.  We simply shut down.  No use to fight it.

Snow people laugh at us,  jokes are told, we are considered pansies.   In our defense I must remind the laughers that, here in the Puget Sound area, we don't really have the funds to support a major snow clean up  not to mention the hill factor.   Imagine San Francisco with 6"+ of snow and ice and you get the picture.

There is a saying:  'If you don't like the weather
just wait awhile and it will change'.

Today is a clear, cold, beautiful day.

View from Skyline looking southwest