Fritillary on Monarda

Fritillary on Monarda

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There is a group around here that turns up at meetings and events, carrying posters about Monarchs.  They are alarmed, and they want everyone else to be alarmed, too. I’ve been biting my tongue.  My problem with this misty-eyed, poster-waving group is that in focusing on one species they are missing the larger point.  Plant milkweed in your yard, they seem to be saying, and everything will be fixed.  Well, ok.  I have a river of swamp milkweed running through my garden (smells divine!) and I actually see Monarchs in about the numbers I would expect.

In the area that I monitored butterflies for 20 years, there are over 40 species of butterflies, and don’t get me started on moths!  You might have to get close to some of them to see it, but each of these creatures is gorgeous and worthy of protection.  Each one has complicated life histories, and each one faces challenges from the way humans do things.

And not just butterflies, of course.  The bullfrogs who sang out all through my childhood…where have they gone?  I don’t know, but I can tell you that the pond I so enjoyed now sports a ring of mcmansions, all with perfect Chem-lawn green skirts. Perhaps most distressing to me of all is that NO ONE else has noticed.  Not even the naturalists I talk to.  When I point out that you don’t hear bullfrogs anymore they scoff. Then they cock their head to listen.. Then their face goes still…. oh.

One of the big problems is habitat fragmentation.  I’ll give you an example.  There is a strip of dunes that a group fought to save, many years ago.  Those dunes are the heart of Illinois Beach State Park.  They are tricky to care for, because if you run fire through, the creeping juniper dies.  If you go in and hand pull invasive exotics, you disturb the fragile sandy soil. And, I’ve been watching succession take place.  This is as it should be, but it is also heartbreaking.  As organic material accumulates in the older dunes, more species of plants are supported.  So grasses and forbs are moving in, and even trees.  The patches of juniper and bear- berry shrink.  To monitor butterflies is also to monitor the plants they depend on, and by extension, the ecosystem.  When succession proceeds, some of those species will wink out.  If the park weren’t surrounded by towns and pavement, the rare plants and their butterflies could still find refugia further up along the shore.  Sadly, though, this very specialized habitat is boxed in.  There is nowhere for these species to go.

What can we do?  Find locally, responsibly grown native plants.  Native to YOUR region.  If everyone dedicated even a corner of their yard to a native shrub or two and a handful of native flowers, those corners would start to connect up, creating rivers of habitat running for miles.  Think what a difference that could make.  Know ahead of time that native plants can be unruly.  But they don’t require water or chemicals to thrive.  You’ll notice it feels different, in that corner.  The air has a different energy to it, the soil will be more springy.  And you’ll start to see wonders.  I am constantly surprised by new creatures calling my yard home~yesterday I saw a southern flying squirrel!

Another thing we can do: fight Monsanto!  Pay attention to how much control over our food supply they have taken, how they have reduced the access farmers have to diverse seeds, providing seeds that require inputs of chemicals to grow.  This is bad news for the farmers, bad news for butterflies, bad news for us.

So, yes, Monarchs deserve our attention.  But it is a mistake to try to save the world one species at a time.  I believe our world can weather global warming -ahem- if we pay attention to the forest, and not just the trees.

Come Fly With Me

Pelican Soaring

Soaring Pelican

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Pelicans have always owned a place in my heart.  Perhaps it is how unlikely they look, or the fact that they hang out in my favorite places.  For all that I love them, though, I never thought of them as graceful until one golden afternoon in Carmel by the Sea.  There I was, mesmerized by the WHUMP of the huge waves coming in, when a skein of pelicans soared in to land.  Wingtip to wingtip they floated on the air, effortlessly adjusting to air currents and each other.  

That moment lives on in my mind to this day, and inspires me.  For this painting I wanted to give the viewer that sense of soaring freely out over the limitless water.

Garden Art!

Poppy window

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New ideas come slowly to me, so when one does, I get pretty excited.  One of the things that bums me out about living in Illinois is how bleak things look as soon as the leaves fall.  I stare out my window and see grey.  And brown. For months and months.  **sigh.**

 Then it hit me~ what if I painted something to bolt to the wooden fence where I can see it?  So, that burbled away on a back burner for an embarrassingly long time until the day my eye fell on an old basement window that has been kicking around forever.  Wait!  What if I found outdoor paint and…

And so here it is.  As soon as I am brave enough, I’m going to see if I can figure my way around the power drill and bolt this baby to the fence.  I’m definitely going to start scouring the garage for other interesting castoffs, too, because it occurs to me that I might not be the only one craving something pretty to look at from a window.  If you want one, let me know!  I’ll be posting them to my website as I finish them.    Please forgive my shameless moment of self-promotion…

Connecting With Nature, Connecting with Inner Spirit

River Meadow, IBSP

As I may have mentioned, recently I got to be part of a 3-artist show at the Lemon Street Gallery in Kenosha.  That was a delightful experience.  Here were all these walls to fill, and the other two artists were mostly doing jewelry and sculpture.  After I hung about 20 paintings and stood back, I was struck by the fact that there wasn’t an underlying theme.  Some botanicals, some landscapes, some gardenscapes.  Hmmm. And of course when people arrived, so did their questions.  They wanted, naturally enough, to know what it was I wanted to convey.  Well, I’ve been giving that some thought and here is what I’ve come up with.  I create art to help people connect with nature and with their inner spirit.  Now that I know that is what I’m about, I can look for ways to make that message clear in my paintings.  

So, here is my wish for peace and connectedness to all of you this steamy hot July afternoon!

Wren (detail)

 

Explorations

 

 

 

Blazing Star River

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I wasn’t sure I’d still be posting here… Over the past week I have tried several times to upload this image and it failed every time.  Life is funny that way, isn’t it?  Sometimes you have to try just once more, sometimes you need to let it go and move on to other endeavors.  

After all that, I find I don’t have that much on my mind!  Guess I’ll sit and enjoy the thunderstorm going on outside and anticipate seeing my button bush in bloom soon.

 

 

An Experiment

Evening Light                                                                                                      www.melissabluefineartandgardendesign.com

 

Over the years people have suggested to me that I’ve been holding myself back when I’m painting.  For a long time I was most interested in developing my skills in representing what I see out in nature so I can share it with people who don’t have the opportunity to get out there.  Lately, though, I’ve been wanting to let myself be untethered a bit more.  I remember one show I was in that featured acres of painters.  I walked on and on through all those tents and was alarmed to realize there was virtually nothing t0 set any of us apart from each other.  All of us possessed about the same amount of skill, and all of us were painting nature scenes that looked pretty much the same.  No wonder nobody was buying!

Also, I’ve been wanting to invite humans into my paintings, but in a general sort of way, not portraits.  So, here we have “Evening Light”.  It started out with drips and splashes and then got coaxed into a meaningful image.  I am not sure how I feel about it.  It sounds like it was fun to paint but actually I’m kind of a wreck.  It is surprising how hard it is to let go and try to reveal a vision.

Next scary thing~go out and face the mosquitoes and ticks to look for colic root.