Keira McArthur

Before she went blind at age 42, she read tea leaves for signs of joy and trouble. Through the subsequent five decades I watched, fascinated, when Grandma took her glass eyes out to clean them, as casually as I now clean my glasses.   For many of those eye-blind years she lived alone in house […]

The soft November morning spills sun across these paintings that were born two days ago.  I awoke today into the same magic I felt as a child on Christmas:  bees, bells, and frequencies, all over my studio walls, all transforming into their new place in paint before my eyes. You owe me five farthings,  Say the bells of St. […]