Artist's Statement: We were on a large sailing boat in Annapolis. It was a large group of people, maybe 15, on this boat. I looked up at the giant mast feeling small and vulnerable. There were many signal flags and international marine flags on the main mast. Not all were recognizable, so I put in the US, Israeli, British, Italian and Brazilian along with several signal flags. We sailed out on the Atlantic, tho never far from harbor, at a frightening clip. It was exhilarat
Artist's Statement: Oil on Belgian Linen 24 x 30 in Time is more complex near the sea than in any other place, for in addition to the circling of the sun and the turning of the seasons, the waves beat out the passage of time on the rocks and the tides rise and fall as a great clepsydra [water clock]. John Steinbeck Tortilla Flat A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea, trailed along the beach, and drifted back to the sea again, wondering where to go next. On a mad im
Oil on Canvas 32 x 22 in There is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
Kenneth Grahame Wind in the Willows the story of a Toad run amok, and his friend Rat, Mole, and Mr. Badger, who take him in hand, eventually Hurry up. Move the thing! Um . . . that other thing. Move it William Goldman The Princess Bride (novel and screenplay) the instructions from the princess’s kidnapper (Vizzini) to his crew, as the aghast Vizz
Oil on Canvas 37 x 19 in Where the waters do agree, it is quite wonderful the relief they give. Jane Austen Emma
Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless, like water.
Be water, my friend. Bruce Lee (master of the martial arts; actor) Art as an Oasis Art as an Oasis is a series of occasional postings from the art of Carrie Kleinberger providing a temporary respite from both mundane and monumental cares complimented by words of wisdom from a diversity of others. #boating #sa
Walk Along a Florida Beach 33 x 43.5 in The sea is a desert of waves, a wilderness of water. Langston Hughes poet, playwright essential contributor to the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time. John Lubbock 1st Baron Avebury The Use of Life (1894), ch. IV: Recreation You can't trus
Oil on Canvas 30 x 20 in I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it - but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship. Louisa May Alcott “I can't control the wind but I can adjust the sail.” Ricky Skaggs (singer, songwriter) Art as a