|The painting as of today. See what tonight brings . . .|
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
|The blank canvas! It taunts us!|
Which is why this canvas had been sitting on my easel untouched since getting a coat of gesso for about three weeks. I was feeling apprehensive and in no way brave or intuitive as Flora's book suggests. However, I reached a point where, really, there wasn't anything else to do in the studio. I'd cleaned and sorted and reorganized . . . those things that are important, but don't quite feel like Creativity. So. Blank canvas. Blocked artist. Go ahead and do it anyway!
Having tons of tempera, I used that as the main medium (thus far ~ who knows what'll happen tomorrow) and laid the canvas on the floor to make a primitive mess. Feeling tentative, I used only three colors ~ green, turquoise and white ~ to avoid making, well, the color of mud. These colors were applied directly to the canvas and then smooshed around with a sponge brush. I enjoyed the juicy feel of paint gliding on canvas and began to loosen up a bit.
At a certain point (not wanting to stop just yet), I stood the canvas on one side and sprayed the surface with water. It was fun shooting the spray into the colors and watching them run. In fact, I may have over done it as the entire painting dripped onto the paper. But that was okay. I just turned the canvas one quarter and sprayed a little more to see what would happen.
Laying the canvas down on the floor again, I played with the paint using my fingers and the white tempera. The finger blobs were etched out with an old knitting needle, making these strange spiky blobs. And that is where it stopped. For the meantime . . .
It is suggested that if you are feeling apprehensive about painting again, to move your body. Do yoga. Go for a walk. Since I want this layer of colors to dry before applying others, I went and made a toasted cheese sandwich. I think that counts as movement.
|Okay. Moving along. Not too scary . . .|
|Some fancy shootin', Tex!|
|Hmmm . . . Perhaps a little too much shootin', Tex.|
|A little finger dancing before letting the paint dry.|
See what later/tonight/tomorrow brings.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
|My completed Energy Compass.|
|A journal spread from the past week.|
|A spread for BOD Boot Camp Live 2013.|
|The tag . . .|
|under the tag.|
|Learning how to play with textures in|
I think the Spirit Doll approves.
(Still awaiting a name.)
Thursday, February 21, 2013
|Bennie's creations on my easel, thank you!|
I am proud and chagrined all at once.
In the meantime, I've finally had the odd moment to begin creating my Energy Compass as suggested by Cat in the VisionQuest 2013. By accident, I discovered one can rub the back side of a magazine photograph with a pencil (which is best so it can be seen where it's already been burnished) and transfer the image to drawing paper. Some bits of that experiment turned up in my compass-in-progress.
There! Take that Artistic Complacency! Now. What to do for lunch . . .
|My Energy Compass, by golly!|
Monday, February 18, 2013
|American Gothika ~ a story of|
desperation and forgetting.
As I had to handle each and everyone in scanning, I felt as though we were all getting re-acquainted. Some were old friends seen frequently. Others have never been drawn, not even in the more organized readings that go beyond the Daily Draw. Ninety-five precious parts of Self depicted ~ some named, some not. Some with clear and easy stories to tell; others needing patience, no coaxing, just witnessing. Many had the patina of use, edges of images rubbed away from gentle shuffling (basically stacking and re-stacking little piles ~ matte board doesn't shuffle well). A few were brand spanking new coated in fresh Mod Podge with smooth, silky bumps and swirls from the brush strokes.
|Anxiety ~ a story of eating away|
at one's self.
Today was a labor of love and attention worth every minute. I'm feeling rather accomplished. Some random favorites and those of questionable favoritism are included in this post tonight.
|Arddhu (arthee) ~ a story of the archetypal s-aging male|
|Dragonfly ~ the story of what's|
living in my Crown Chakra
|Dreamcatcher ~ the story of|
catching, well, dreams and ideas
|Green Athena ~ the story of|
Nature's intelligence and beauty
|Hierophant ~ the story of the|
Inner Guide and Teacher
|Jewel of Solitude ~ the story of|
one's own sweet space
|Memento ~ the story of the|
memories one carries
|Picasso ~ the story of an artist|
and his flaws
|The Moonhut ~ the story about|
finding wholeness despite the
|The White Tara ~ the story of|
the archetypal compassion
Saturday, February 16, 2013
|Crayons waiting to be melted.|
|Amazing what a 60 watt bulb can accomplish.|
|The Valentine's Day week spread.|
|Flaps lifted (for take-off).|
|New spread before adding mulberry paper.|
|Ready for more embellishment and writing during the week.|
|Oh. And another hat in the making.|
I need to find another large knit project.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
|Out for a snowy ramble and a little sledding.|
|To the north.|
|To the west.|
|To the beach.|
|Walking on the lake.|
|A happy hemlock.|
|Crystal helping Dirk with a snow angel on the ice.|
|Bennie joining in on the snow angel.|
I stayed on the shore and took photos.
That's snow angelic enough for me!
Saturday, February 09, 2013
|Brownie enjoying an afternoon reverie in the sun.|
Brownie, however, has been enjoying a warm and weather-free existence for a few weeks now. Dirk is a big softy when it comes to the Old Fellas and Brownie is one of the last. On the whole, he's pretty good as far as roosters go. He doesn't bother leaving the floor. He's relatively clean. He doesn't scurry at the sound of the vacuum cleaner. The dogs have come to accept his presence in the house as Something Not to Chase ~ Or Else! For a rooster, he's pretty chill. I may miss him when real spring time rolls around. However, Brownie needs to be under the sun and on the earth, scratching for grubs and loving up the Ladies. It's what roosters are meant to do.
And Spring may indeed show her loveliness soon. At 4:00 o'clock EST, I glanced out the window and then at the clock on the sill and noted the sun still beaming in the west. Moving out of darkness.
Friday, February 08, 2013
|Thursday afternoon, we received a lovely package from|
Lyn Belisle Designs . . .
|EarthShards! Perfect for Spirit Doll making!|
And just in time for some hunkering in during a snow
storm with tea and Downton Abbey.
|Bennie's choice on the left, mine on the right.|
|And after adding Pearl Ex gold pigment with matte medium.|
|Bennie working fabric for dressing her doll.|
|Me and mine nearly done . . .|
|My spirit doll finished!|
|She carries a pendant of Frida Kahlo.|
I'm waiting for a name.
|Bennie's finished spirit doll with a|
sodalite crystal hanging far to the right.
|Such a sweet face! We couldn't have|
made them ourselves.
It was a great snow day!