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Physics of the Future

Fusion
Fusion

 After reading the “Physics of the Future” by Michio Kaku, I went to sleep.

Here is the image of Fusion vividly in mind when I awoke. 

The quote of Kaku at at the bottom of the watercolor painting reads, “An 8 oz glass of water is equal to the energy of 500,000 barrels of oil.”  What a miracle it would be if we could have a breakthrough into the century of Fusion!

Mars
Our Future Home

This painting is titled ” Our Future Home” and shows a band around planet Mars which houses millions of people. As a fan of SiFi and the current push to reach Mars, this is a possible use of space to provide a new home. Lots of wishful thinking here!!

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Exotic Feathers

A new painting:

Exotic Feathers, by Mary P. Williams. 16″ x 16″, oil on wood panel

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A new painting:

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The Snowball

A new painting:

The Snowball by Mary P Williams.
Oil on wood panel, 16″ x 16″

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Inauguration Day, January 2021, brings our divided country into sharp focus. This is my response to the almost 50/50 divide in our political arena. The hope is that the apples can at least acknowledge that the pears have a world view that they think is sensible and vice versa. Compromise is a necessity!

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The seasons roll by and the decades roll by and celestial events occur. Our small affairs seem insignificant in the unfolding of geological time.

Here is one moment in time caught in a painting of the boy Elias, Poppa Doyle, and the dog, Trouble. Each Spring we see the alpine Lupine bloom. Then the summer meadows turn green, followed by the golden Aspens shedding their leaves as the first Winter snows arrive. Here I celebrate the seasons and the ongoing generations of my family.

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Gingko and Buckwheat by Mary P Williams

The Ginkgo trees are doing their Autumn dance and are flaming yellow. The Buckwheat plants on the eastern side of the Sierra are producing tiny seeds to feed the birds and mice. It is a splendid season and reflective time for a look back at this year of upsets.  There was a pandemic, roaring fires, hurricanes and tornadoes and sorrow for 215,000 deaths in the U.S. … but the planet rolls on thru space. This painting celebrates the ongoing seasons. Soon it will be a New Year and the Ginkgo will grow new leaves and the Buckeye will scatter new seeds to be eaten. 

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Into The Void

Greetings dear friends … if you wondered about my recent silence … here is the reason for my silence. … I have been hard at work on this oil painting. Feeling unable to express, in words, my sorrow about the wretched physical and political state of my country, America … I have resorted to attempting to convey those feelings in a painting.

Into The Void

Into The Void. COVID-19. 150,00 souls go to the stars by 7/29/20 Mary P Williams 4′ x 5′ oil on canvas

Since we are all composed of stardust I will modify the Longfellow poem to say :
“Stardust thou art to stardust returneth…”

The Covid-19 pandemic rages on here in the U.S. and around the world … may you all stay safe and help your family and neighbors endure whatever occurs.
As ever, Mary & D.L.

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Painting Hollyhocks

The old-fashioned Hollyhock came from Asia and Europe. When I was a child, 75 years ago, they were plentiful. I imagine that the pioneer women brought a few precious seeds with them to remind them of their countries of birth. They are extra hardy and love hot weather requiring little care: water them and they will thrive. In a little town by the Salton Sea, in California, I drove by a breathtaking display of hollyhocks in full bloom.

Hollyhocks Against the Fence

Hollyhocks Against the Fence

Stopping, I was thrilled to meet the person watering them. Her name was Lucy and we chatted after she told me to take all the pictures I desired. She handed me a cut stalk of brilliant red and said, ‘Would you like to see my paintings of the flowers?” In we went to her living room, where she had these two paintings.

 

“I only paint roses and hollyhocks. They are my favorites.” Lucy said. I said that the flowers she gave me were inspiring me to paint hollyhocks during this shelter-in-place isolation. She nodded and said that she still had to go to work regardless since she had to support herself.

As we parted Lucy invited me to come back anytime if I needed fresh hollyhocks for my watercolor painting.

So I painted those flowers and returned to give the painting to Lucy.

Lucy and My Painting

Lucy and My Painting

Here are the flowers, Lucy, and the painting.

Hollyhocks

Hollyhocks

Still trying to get it right! These colors are hard to match.

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Zapata Swamp

The Zapata swamp in Cuba is home to the Zapata Wren who sings his melodious song in this 1600 square mile wetland. Declared a UNESCO Biosphere Reserve in 2000 this astonishing place has swamp prairies, tidal pools, and mangroves. Going into the swamp on a small boat, poled silently thru the waterways, is like returning to a primeval world. With over 1000 plants species and 23 of the endemic birds of Cuba found here it is a rich treasure. That rare thing, silence, can also be found here deep in the heart of the wetlands Sanctuary … shelter for the soul.

These two paintings reflect my memory of the few hours we spent in the swamp.

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