“no one has to explain a daffodil”

“Picasso said

that no one has to explain a daffodil.

Good design is understandable

to virtually everybody.

You never have to ask why.”

 

Hugh Newell Jacobsen


Daffodils in My Window - Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2018, all rights reserved
Daffodils in My Window – painting, Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2018, all rights reserved

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“Free to Wander Wherever They Choose”

“Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world;

but here the earth was the floor of the sky.”

― Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop

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One and one-half wandering Jews
Free to wander wherever they choose
Are traveling together
In the Sangre de Christo
The Blood of Christ Mountains
Of New Mexico
On the last leg of a journey
They started a long time ago
The arc of a love affair
Rainbows in the high desert air
Mountain passes
Slipping into stone
Hearts and bones

Paul Simon, Hearts and Bones

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Rio Grande Gorge Bridge and Sangre de Cristo Mountains, painting, Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2018, all rights reserved

PRINTS

“Winter… Something waits beneath it”

 

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”

Andrew Wyeth, American, painter

 

The promise of seed, painting, Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved

“The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.”

The story behind my painting “The Christmas Bridge”

A few years ago we had a unexpected snow storm on Christmas Eve.

Two weeks in the making, we had already sent invitations in advance to a host of our closest friends.  “Join us for a very special Christmas dinner!” we promised.

The storm as it turned was insurmountable and dangerous and so it became impossible for our friends to reach us.

And so we sat, the two of us, with a king’s ransom of dinner, lights, music, desserts and unopened gifts – feeling, well a bit empty. Our special evening didn’t seem quite so, well, special.

We sat, eggnogs calming, candles burning, the blue twilight casting something magical across the little bridge out the front window.


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The Christmas Bridge (a painting, PRINTS Here) – Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2016, all rights reserved

Nothing had changed really. The bridge into our house stood steadfast, waiting for our guests to arrive, not seeming concerned about the turn of events in the slightest. And it would, it promised, continue waiting each and every day. That was its purpose, its reason for being after all.


The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.

― Eric Hoffer


That evening we agreed that this small unassuming bridge represented, to us, friendship. Friendship which remains true whatever challenges come along.

I wish for each and every one of you (who have so kindly blessed me with your comments and visits) successful arithmetic this season. That you can find blessings to count. Perhaps even some that at first don’t seem especially so.

— Douglas

Emerald Twilight: “Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.”

Emerald Twilight - mixed media, copyright 2017, all rights reserved, Douglas Moorezart
Emerald Twilight – mixed media, copyright 2017, all rights reserved, Douglas Moorezart

Prints available here


 

“Take only memories,
leave nothing but footprints.”

-Chief Seattle

 


“without perfume yet red as a rose”

 

In my New Mexico home the wildflower known as Indian Paintbrush found just the right conditions to take up residence. It’s no easy feat to cultivate the growth of this wild scarlet and orange flower that, in fact, does resemble a free-form paintbrush. Good luck propagating this flower. Seeds are available commercially but it is anything but guaranteed to succeed.

It has very specific requirements and is a true wildflower requiring no human intervention to grow where it wills. Transplanting an Indian Paintbrush does not work as it is a parasitic plant attaching its roots to the roots of other plants and deriving water from them. So it was to my amazement that my specimens spread prolifically all over my land, increasing its range each year.  Here is one of several artworks I’ve created on this unique, complex and truly wild botanical wonder!

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Indian Paintbrush, mixed media, copyright 2014, Douglas Moorezart, all rights reserved

There are multiple legends about the origins of this remarkable beauty. One such legend is shared in Tomie dePaola’s children’s book the…

…’Legend of the Indian Paintbrush“.  This is the story of a young Indian boy who did not fit in his society’s assigned role as warrior. Today I suppose he would be labeled “special needs“.  Eventually, he finds his place as an artist. (Hooray for that!)  And as you might guess, this eventually leads to the origin of the Indian Paintbrush flower. But I’m not giving away the punchline! Here is a 5 minute version of the story by Tomie dePaola:


This striking perennial is honored by poet A.V. Hudson,

 

“A strange little flower with a sun-kissed nose,

without perfume yet red as a rose.

Did some Indian maiden plant you here

in the footprint left by the hoof of a deer?”

 

“There are no great people in this world, only great challenges which… “

Succulent Garden – mixed media, copyright 2017, all rights reserved, Douglas Moorezart

 

“There are no great people in this world, only great challenges which ordinary people rise to meet.”

-William Frederick Halsey, Jr.