Tuesday, February 24, 2015
"Watching paint dry" is a phrase my father used to describe something that exceeded the definition of boring. Funny. I have discovered that it provides a still space of quiet inside of me and helps me be completely in the moment.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Out beyond ideas of
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
the world is too full to talk about.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Monday, February 2, 2015
|beginning painting books|
My art classes answered a lot of questions but raised at least as many more. I started to acquire beginning books on how to draw trees, how to draw the figure, how to mix color, how to arrange a still life, and so on.
As my interest grew, so did my book collection. I collected books on painting florals, landscapes, water, buildings, en plein air and in the studio. Books on composition, color theory, painting substrates, and on and on and on.
Little by little, I added books that were filled with plates of paintings by painters. The Group of Seven, Matisse, Picasso, Manet, Monet, Hopper, Rembrandt, Bischoff ... too many to name.
In the last several years, I have not looked at those beginning books at all. I have loaned several of them out to interested students, but I have not used them beyond that.
Real estate in a studio space is precious. My book case was full of books, many of which I no longer looked at. Time to clear out the clutter!
Now there are empty spaces for the new books I will collect, books about painters and their paintings and drawings. Books like these new purchases:
Sarah Mclachlan "I Will Remember You."
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
|Acrylic paint, ink, colored pencil|
The small leaf pattern you see in this piece comes from poinsettia petals. I used them as a stencil and as a stamp. Sometimes it's good enough to go out to the studio and play with color.
If, like me, you've had a rough patch in life lately, I hope this old Johnny Cash tune. "I Won't Back Down" speaks to you, too.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
For years I have wondered what to do with my Christmas poinsettia plant. If watered and cared for, it can last many months and seems incongruous in full bloom at Easter. Not that I mind the dissonance of a Christmas plant in spring, but eventually I stop watering it and let it die.
Not so this year. Petal by petal, leaf by leaf, I deconstructed my plant and used each piece as part of a nature print. Carefully rolling inks and paints over the parts and then pressing them to paper. It was a sweet labor of love.
By pulling something apart and reconstructing it in a new way,
the truth and essence and beauty comes into focus.
Wishing you all a peaceful end of this year, and a beautiful construction of 2015!
Daniel Carter "Auld Lang Syne."
Saturday, December 20, 2014
|Mixed media: acrylic, ink, charcoal, pastel|
I coach myself: Don't panic, don't worry, don't even feel tense about it! It will pass.
And eventually it passes.
Whenever I put my work out into the world in a show, after the initial excitement and rush of attention and positive feedback, ...
I feel lost.
Empty and grumpy.
And dissatisfied with my art making.
Now that I have experienced this up and down cycle many times, I am better prepared for the down time. And this time I have tried something new.
What would happen, I asked myself, if I painted over one of those scrap sheets I used in my printmaking? Just use the sheets of brayer cleanings and texture wipings as a base and painted over the top to create something new.
Since I considered the scrap sheets trash to begin with, I really had nothing to lose. And I painted. One. Two. Five.
And that empty, growling feeling has lifted!
It hardly matters to me what comes of these pieces, but I am thrilled with the process of taking random colors and textures and shapes and creating something new. Overcoming feels pretty strong and wonderful. It reminds me of brighter days ahead.
One of my most beloved Christmas traditions is making music with my sons. It's harder to do now that they are grown and have families of their own (and their own traditions). This year, we will all be together for Christmas Eve and I am hoping we can play together -- with added music and voices from their wives and children. Even if it's mostly just noisy and not terribly musical, it will fill my heart with joy!
Wishing you all Merry Christmas, happy holiday, and joy in the coming days!
Enjoy this hauntingly beautiful arrangement from The Piano Guys, "O Come, Emmanuel."
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
|"Green Eggs" Eternal Child archetype|
Ellen Spitaleri of the Portland Tribune found a lot to enjoy about the show. Read her article HERE.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Hanging at the "Archetype" show at In Bocca al Lupo Fine Art Gallery is this painting, "Pilgrimage." It is exciting to hear people respond to a painting, like this one, with their own stories. One couple told me all about a memorable trip they took to Jordan and Israel. Another gentleman talked about his recent trip to Cameroon.
It hardly matters what my original idea was when I painted this piece. It has become something much bigger, with a broader geography, and many more layers of story. As each new person sees it and responds, it becomes even more textured by their experiences.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
It is so much easier for me to sketch regularly when I am on a trip. Every day brings new sketching subjects and I find myself creating an illustrated journal of the adventure.
But, at home, the every day doesn't excite me so much for sketching. My sketchbook sits on my shelf, sometimes in my car, but I don't sketch. Which is a shame, because I really do love sketching!
Several months back, I signed up for Sketchbook Skool, an online series of workshops all about sketching. I have gathered many new ideas about sketching techniques and materials, and more ideas about sketching subjects to explore.
Here is a sketch about water aerobics. Part of my every day life at home, but something I have never attempted to sketch. Do you sketch your every day life? Do tell!