Keira McArthur

I’m in my socks on a quiet street in the old section of town, pulling goutweed out of the garden.  It’s early on an idyllic spring morning, full of bees and growth, flowers and a gentle cool breeze.  A starling, harsh and insistent, comments on my weeding.  I explain that in the ecosystem of my tiny […]

Another snow-day gift… So I’m throwing paint again:  I find myself working in the round. hmmm.  walking through fire, maybe?  in Tibet? These are all underpaintings, and they’re all humming loudly.  I’m excited to see what happens next, and next… This canvas is many paintings that have all been painted over – I think the […]