Monday, July 16, 2018


Our friend Annell Livingston is well known to us as a poet, but recently some interest was expressed in hearing about her life as an artist, an idea I liked very much. So today we will follow Annell’s artistic journey through the years, and enjoy some of her glorious paintings. As you know, Annell lives in Taos, New Mexico, under the gaze of Taos Mountain, a landscape that finds its way into her artistic expression, in words and on canvas.

Fragments Geometry and Change #249  

40”x40”  acrylic on canvas

Sherry: Annell, when did you first begin your journey as an artist? Did you draw and paint as a child?

Annell: Yes, Sherry, I guess I always did draw and paint.  It has always been my passion.  I cannot be happy if I am not able to express myself.

IMG_9305.jpg Nest Drawing Adobe  

27″x27″  graphite and gouache  on paper

Sherry:  I love your exquisite bird’s nest illustrations. And the bright colours taken from the pottery and art of Santa Fe in some of your earlier work. Would you tell us a bit about those early years of painting?

Annell: Sherry, there are many ways to draw, but the bird’s nest drawings are what I would call studies.  I actually draw from the bird’s nest, and try to get every twig and leaf the bird might use in the construction of the nest.  It is something humans can’t do.

I have used the grid in my work since 1986.  In 2004 a dealer who represented my work in Santa Fe, New Mexico, asked me to do some still life for her gallery.  And it took me three years to think about what I might paint.  I wanted to do something different, but something that represented New Mexico.  Works that represented “Place”,  since New Mexico is heavily influenced by Mexico.

I began to collect the early pottery, and colorful weavings of Mexico.  (The weavings of Mexico are considered the most colorful in the world.)  I used local fruit and flowers.  I wanted the work to be expressive, rather than “right.”   My work is hard edged, and at the time I loved working on oriental paper. I went to Japan and met Mr. Hosino, a master paper maker.  He guaranteed his paper for one thousand years, and I loved the idea that my work would last as long as the paper it was painted on.

Sherry: How wonderful that you travelled to Japan to verify your source of paper!

IMG_7736.JPG 16″x16″   gouache on oriental paper

Still Life With Deer and Yellow Cup

Here is a still life I set up in the studio.  The yellow cup is right there in front. I would draw from the still life, and then paint.

Sherry: I am enjoying this so much! I love your colorful still life!

Annell:  I loved making these works, they were such fun.  And the viewer can look at the work, and he can see what the artist is doing, and he can say, “Well, you know, I wouldn’t have done it that way.”  This kind of work invites the viewer into the work.   A dialogue is set up.


Sherry: I can see that. I have seen some paintings that may have arisen out of your Santa Fe inspired work – the same still life and colors, but set on a grid. Was this a stepping stone on the journey?

Annell: You never know what you might learn from a project.  Actually these works took me to a series of work I called One Day In The Life.  I began to think about how you could tell the story of a man’s life, by focusing on a small period of time.  The two works above are “a day and a night”  of One Day In The Life.

IMG_9759  Still Life/Deconstructed/Reconstructed #48  

22″x22″  gouache on w/c paper

A series I called Still Life/Deconstructed/Reconstructed followed, and it was very important, as I allowed me to graduate with gouache (which is a very difficult thing to do) and weave the work together.  If you follow each color, you will see it moves from mid-tone to lighter.  Which showed me the way to continue to the current work, Fragments Geometry and Change.

Sherry: I have been watching this evolution, with interest. Annell, for those who do not know, there was a tragic event in your life when you lived by the ocean. One year after your husband’s death by drowning, you made a huge life change, moving to Taos. Would you tell us a bit about that move? Did you think the desert would offer you a fresh canvas?

Annell:  Sherry, I just needed a new point of view.  I had lived on the Third Coast of Texas all my life.  It was hard for my friends to see me grieve. I needed a place I could howl,  and I found it on the mesa above Taos.  My work was represented in Taos and in Santa Fe; it just seemed right to me.   So I moved to the dry desert.  You can’t drown in the desert.  It is not that I was afraid I would drown; it was just time for a change.

Taos Mountain

Sherry: It is beautiful there. Would you tell us a bit about working on a grid?

Annell: Actually I had been working with the grid since 1986.  If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.  And at first I didn’t succeed.  So I kept trying to find a way to allow the grid to be a part of my work.  It was around 1990, I went into the studio and closed the door…alone with myself, I determined what I had to say that was special, that was my own.  What made me different than everyone else.

For me, the visual arts, are a language, and the artist is saying something every time he touches his brush to his canvas.  For the artist, we spend many years learning techniques, but then we have to learn who we are and what we have to say.   This could take from five minutes to a lifetime.  It is not just about painting a pretty picture.

_MG_0730 Fragments G&C  #130  20″x30″

gouache on w/c paper

_MG_0181  Fragments Geometry & Change  #165  2014

30″x30″  gouache on 300 lb w/c paper

IMG_0027 Fragments Geometry & Change #183

30″x30″  gouache on w/c paper

Annell: Sherry, it is especially good of you to let me show several of the grid paintings.  You might think as you narrow your options, the work would be boring.  But actually as we narrow our options, we are forced to be more creative.

Sherry: It is my pleasure, Annell. Your work is fascinating. I can see what a journey your work is. And how different each canvas is. The longer I look, the more color and movement I see in each canvas.

In a recent interview by Ann Landi at Vasari21, you stated, “My work is not so much about the external world, but about finding that place where internal and external  worlds meet. I call the series Fragments because my thoughts and memories are like fragments. Nothing seemed really whole, but the pieces came together to be the experience of my life.” I really appreciate that quote.

~ the place where internal 

and external worlds meet ~

In your life you have had a heartbreaking series of losses, first your husband, then your mother, and, in 2014, the tragic loss of your son, Jim. You move through your grief with such dignity and grace, Annell. I so admire you.

It seems to me, it must be peaceful and comforting to go into your studio, bend to your canvas and enter into the grid, hour after hour. Would you tell us a bit about this?

Annell: For me, painting is what is called active meditation.  There is a certain ritual to it.  And I go to the studio every day.  I begin the day writing, and then go to my work.  I don’t finish all I know at the end of the day, therefore the work waits for me, and I can go right into it, no time wasted wondering what I will paint today.

IMG_0535.jpg  Fragments Geometry and Change #247

36″x36″  acrylic on canvas

Sherry: Oh, I love the red square in the centre of this painting. Not long ago, you wrote a poem about what it is to be an artist. I would love to include it here, if I may.


As a painter I invent everyday
I create something new
Something never seen
In exactly the same way before
You ask, but what am I to think
And I will answer
That is up to you

I pick the color
I mix the paint
I apply the paint
I allow the painting to come alive
And I need the viewer to have his own thoughts
To complete my work

But the viewer has to slow down
Be open
Take a fresh look
Be aware of his thoughts
Go with it
Perhaps it is based on a memory
Or a thought forgotten long ago
Suddenly it is in this moment
The thought is renewed
Seen in a different way

There is a dialogue
Between the viewer and the painting
Something is revealed
You will tell me
How your Grandmother cared for you
The first time you flew
The little dog you had when you were small
You will tell me about your love
And when you first met
Your story will be unique

April 18, 2018

Sherry: I like the idea of a dialogue between the artist and the one viewing the painting. There was another poem in 2011 that lends itself to this conversation. Let’s take a peek:

Soul Journey
As an artist
To improvise
Is what I do

Can I say how it is done
Probably not
Starts with an idea
We have don’t know
How to do it
We don’t even know
What we want
But we try
We try to discover
It is trial and error
It is “what if”

We seek patterns
Related to every
Kind of creativity
We look for clues on how
To be self-creating

All art is improvisation
Some we present
Whole and at once
Some we present
Revised and restructured
We seek our own way

It begins with an idea
And we stumble
Through the journey
The finished piece you
See or hear
Is but a relic or trace of the
Journey that has
Come and gone

All art is performance
Even when you are the
Only one in the studio
For all is revealed in
The finished product
It is a record of the
Process of improvisation

The process comes
From the deepest
Part of ourselves
It is a spiritual path
It is about us
About the deep self
It is a soul journey


Sherry: Would you talk about about this soul journey, my friend?

Annell: I am not sure about the “soul,” and don’t think I have ever seen one, but someone dear told me, it is the authentic you, of you.  And that is what I try to do in my work.  To be authentic.  I do my very best.  I sign my work, I put my name on it, at the end of the day.



Sherry: Taos so often creeps into your poems, the beauty of the landscape woven through your words. Do you feel the influence of the desert in your painting as well?

Annell:  When I first came here, I wondered would I get tired of the scene.  And after over 20 years, I can say, “no”. I am still thrilled, by mountains, the Rio Grand, and the forever sage brush across the mesa.


This is the sun rise over Taos Mountain.  Sometimes the sun rises are as colorful as the sun sets.

Sherry: One could never tire of such a landscape. What a blessing, to live there!


This is a sun set looking west.

Sherry: The beauty is truly spectacular. It calls to me much as the ocean does. The power of that sky, the colors of the sunrises and sunsets – perfect for an artist! I would like to close with a photo of Taos in a most beautiful sunset, and with a poem you wrote to celebrate the beauty of your beloved mountain.



Taos, New Mexico
My chosen home
Beyond what we might call beautiful
Perhaps there are no words for it
On the mesa
I can see
The sun rises in the east
Above Taos Pueblo
Lights Taos Valley
And the mountains that circle
Sets in the west
Glorious end of day
The low flat light
Crawls over sage brush
Reflects off adobe houses
Where everyday people
Go about their everyday lives

April 20, 2018

Sherry: You truly live in a beautiful place, Annell. Thank you so much for this wonderful chat. We so enjoyed hearing about your work as an artist, and visiting your beloved Taos.

Friends, Annell’s website is at

The Color Book : Poems and Paintings

is available here.

Annell’s Red Shoes Artists Book Project

is available here.

My friends, we hope you enjoyed this chat about art, Annell’s wonderful paintings and poetry, and the beauty of the Taos landscape. We enjoyed bringing it to you. Do come back and see who we talk to next. Who knows? It might be you!

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  1. Kim RussellJuly 16, 2018 at 1:10 PMReply
  2. Thank you so much Sherry and Annell; I enjoyed this interview so much and love the artwork and poetry. You can really see the influence of New Mexico on her art. May I suggest using one of Annell’s pieces of artwork as a visual prompt some time in the future?
  3. Sarah RussellJuly 16, 2018 at 1:50 PM
  4. What a wonderful interview! Annelle, your work is o

THE HEART KNOWS WHAT THE HEART WANTS/the sunday whirl poets united poets pantry




Right on the edge

Hold on tight

Knuckles white

There is nothing easy

About letting go


Slipped on gravel


Into the rabbit hole

Easy peasy

An unexpected path


The accusations

Spread thick

Like peanut butter

And jam

New patterns created


Tying knots

And untying knots

Is no simple task

Unkind words spray

Across the universe

Hit the target


Someone said

“Think twice”

When considering

The uncertainties of love

Climb steady

Stay low

Trim your sails


July 15, 2018





Wordle #360


A FISHING-PERFECT DAY IN SEPTEMBER/imaginary gardens with real toads


Toril Fisher Fine Art




There is a loneliness

About the sea

No one as far as you can see

Only the sound of the waves

And the wind…


The boat broke anchor

You swam for it

I was told, “the sea

Boiled before it was over”*


It was September

The day warm

A fishing-perfect day

No one knew just how it happened


You were lost in a moment

Gobbled up in an instant

You did not return

Your life complete


July 12, 2018


*This comes from Through the Looking Glass — Lewis Carroll/ “And why the sea is boiling hot– And whether pigs have wings.”


CITIES LARGE AND SMALL/poets united midweek motif – city



Cities large and small

Gathering places

Hurry up

Places to go

People to see


Everything by the clock

Urban sprawl

You must fly over

To see it all


I wonder

It is no place for animals

It does not support life

It robs us of our humanity


Crazy making

Hustle bustle

Never ending

Like a great ant mound

Structure for termites



A giant grid

Hold on

Don’t give up


The light turns red

Stay on the sidewalk

No place to roam

The sun sets on glass and steel


July 11, 2018









WHERE IS PEACE/imaginary gardens with real toads tuesday platform



Where is peace

On a stormy night

Bombs exploding

Lightening flashing


My heart is tender

But afraid

I feel my way with

My fingertips


Thunder crashing

I cover my ears

Water seeps

Under the door


We were warned

Run away

Run away

But where will we go


Perhaps as long

As we can imagine peace

Even when the world does not

We can strive for it


A quiet morning

No ill will toward anyone

Even the birds are still sleeping

No one stirs


And yet the very next moment

Everything can change

The future is unknown

Perhaps peace only comes

In the in between


July 6th, 2018


FIREWORKS IN PRETTY COLORS TAKES OUR MINDS OFF THE CHILDREN/imaginary gardens with real toads camera flash



Morning is filtered through the curtains

The sun already high in the sky

The world waits for me

As it waits for no one


What is it I am waiting for

Still in my night gown

Here I sit on the side of the bed

A river runs through


The water level low

There is promise of rain

Clouds form on the horizon

Children locked in cages


If I am quiet

I can hear their cries

It is a secret of sorts

The press is kept at a distance

No pictures allowed


Bad things happen in secret

What about the least of us

Who will care

Who holds the key

Who will unlock the cages



July 5, 2018




PEACE IS NOT ALWAYS POSSIBLE/imaginary gardens with real toads



You speak to me

In your gentle voice

Sounds like notes played

On your guitar


There is thunder

In the distance

In the mountains

Do you think they

Are peacefully bowling


Peace would not include fear

It would include kindness

And laughter

Peace would include play

And children


But life is not that way

Life is made up all things

The good and the bad

And it could not be another way


When we are invited to the banquet

We want to taste all that is offered

Things happen

And they are not things we like

And almost at the same moment

Things happen that we do like


We choose to wear a coat of many colors

We choose to be sad when loved ones die

We choose to celebrate births of new people

When it is possible we choose peace

It is not always possible


July 5,   2018









LAND OF THE FREE/poets united midweek motif/Lady Liberty



Lady Liberty

Mother to us all

She speaks in these words

She asks for your tired

Your poor

Your huddled masses

Yearning to breathe free


My family came in 1858

From Ireland

Two brothers

Who were millers

Who became farmers

Raised cotton

In Trinity County, TX


She holds the lantern

Lights the way

We all came

Came from somewhere else

Who closes the door today


Who separates families

Takes small children

From Mothers and Fathers

It is hard to take pride

In what we have become


July 4th, 2018




“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homelesstempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! The Statue of Liberty-Ellis Island Foundation, Inc.”