Must Dream More

Dreams hold on to them, sometimes they are the only voice of reason we have left in a chaotic world. Shine. Fly. Rest. Discover. Dreams....for my art luvs..

3 Doors

Mary Knoblock. 2003. Three Doors. Oil on Canvas

Secrets, secrets. Wouldn't someone love to know the secrets told behind doors. Paintings never contain secrets, just images that unlock your subconcious mind. AND if you ever find a secret in a painting of mine oh please do tell. And then there's the sobering reality that yes perhaps this painting does contain a secret. But we'll never find out. Because behind 3 closed doors there's only one way in and out. Recognizing our secrets is the first hurlde. Painting them my dears is the second. So I'll let you in on a little secret: I Luv painting my shimmery luvs. Go embrace and discover your own secrets....until next time...

On The Edge

Mary Knoblock 2003. Oil on Canvas. On The Edge.

So the name may have changed, but really paintings evolve into new names every once in awhile. Perhaps it's time, or space or traveling through life when one starts to notice the best things in life suprise you on the side. Oh life's moments are never fully exceptional right in the middle of your life, they always require some type of journey. A progression of steps towards the edge, a place around the corner when one thinks all is lost and there the treasure waits, on the edge. Either that or there's a big blue rubber ball making it's way across the surface. Hanging in Mercer Island, with a nice crisp wall with light flooding in, my painting has a temporary home for now on the edge, but right where we both belong. How would I paint any other way? Edging away my lovely art luvs, M.

She Runs In Cashmere 2010

She Runs in Cashmere Series 2010

Calm delicate pretenses of shiny hope, sprinkled with little atoms that reflect light. Blush, powder, eye shadow...all the ribbons, lace and ties we use to display beauty on the run. Always run in cashmere, cotton just doesn't justify the fragile state of our life on the run to our dreams destination.

Come Back

Vertical and horizontal. Twisting a bottle cap. Chaos relfects on the opposite end of order. One is dependent on the other. Building a base and living with an internal whirring of energetic change. Who knew that within a week of painting this, Japan would experience massive chaos. Certainly my heart raced more often than naught while balancing the seamingly insignificant cracks in the painting with the energy surounding them. Dedicated to the bright souls in Japan braving their day to day journey one wavering step at a time. Luv,

M.