Saturday, June 29, 2013

painting with moss and beads

Another medium.
I am feeling out of sorts today. When this weirdness arrives, I retreat to a place of peace and find some way to busy myself. What better way than to tackle a piece of art that's been languishing awhile in the studio? This Mother ~ Daughter piece has been waiting, patiently, for me to come 'round and do something with Them. Demeter and Persephone or Ereshkigal and Inanna ~ mothers, daughters, aunts, sisters. Connections of Womanhood.
With the knitting done and Lyn Belisle's precious clay face shards painted with Pearl-Ex silver powder and matte medium, I meandered through the studio for a little of this and that. Dyed freshwater pearls, moss and feathers become parts of this piece. Beyond the knitting and faces, not one thing was planned. Placement of objects happened organically, intuitively. Put the moss here, the lichen there. Look, there is a color theme developing! Green, white, black ~ these three tiles, these pearls, the natural colors in the moss and lichen. There is meaning here. Follow that thread.
I'm not quite finished. I actually have some embroidery to do. Bennie wandered in and out, watching my progress, and asked, "How will you include the pomegranate?" Oh! Yes! Great idea! The How is still forming itself, but an embroidered and beaded piece, stuffed and hanging on the Daughter side would be a fine inclusion. The Mother side could see a sheaf of wheat.
Just being in this space, getting out of my head space, helped me today. Open. Receptive. Mental loop knocked off its track. Creativity does this for me as well as community. What works for you?

The hanging with pieces glued into place ~ tape holding until glue is set.

A little closer, my dear.

Tape removed ~ moss, lichen and pearls in place.

Mother and Daughter.

Demeter.

Persephone.

Detail of items on the driftwood, Mother side.

Detail of items, Daughter side.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

woman is a garden

Another image of Blodeuwydd in my journal . . .

Day Lilies blooming . . .

Brilliant coreopsis blooming . . .

Another coreopsis blooming . . . 

Yet another bevvy of blooms . . .

Lambs Ears, happy Stachys!

Blanket flowers . . . 

Denver daisies

Basil and the Nightshades . . .

Eggplant coming to fruition.

A happy snap pea . . .

Thyme and thyme again.
All garden photos by Bennie.

Monday, June 24, 2013

in the studio on a night so dreary

And yet exhilarating . . . a yummy thunderstorm.
A small cadre of things I've been busy with these past few weeks.

The introductory assignment in the free online college course . . .

The Fantasy assignment in said course . . .

Mail Art, envelope back . . .

Envelope front . . .

Envelope and insert.
All collage elements and stamp art on card stock and 80lb drawing paper . . .

A funky assignment creating a values collage using newspaper based on . . .

this photo of Dirk's hands.
(Yeah, I was gettin' all Stieglitz on the situation.) 

A composed spread for Blodeuwydd in Moonshine . . .

in detail.

This week's spread in the making.

Still spinning fiber during errant TV shows and Netflix binges.

And the ever-growing pile of personal studies.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

faces

The travel sketchbook has been getting a lot of face time from me lately. I may have already posted a couple of these images, but it's become a compilation good for viewing within the group. One after another like a parade of Micron and watercolor pencil meanderings demanding a clear street and attention. Now that summer is nearly in full swing for my People (one more exam to go for one Youth), I am eager to spend it lake side, moodling and creating. I may even read about Abelard and Heloise ~ a steamy, non-fiction Medieval romance is a fine way to lose the day by a serene shore. Cue the Great Blue Heron.

Queen Maeve as I imagine Her . . .

Simply somber . . .

Underwater undine . . .

A sort of Flora . . .

A Titiana, perhaps . . .

A cameo . . .

Stars and oak leaves . . .

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

sometimes I cheat

There are times I approach a piece of art with an idea in mind and I don't want to dilly dally with any inept technical skills at capturing an image adroitly. So. I do what was learned in a college Illustration class years ago ~ trace the image and transfer it to the finished surface. Though frowned upon in Fine Art, it is the Illustrator's boon in Graphic Arts. For me tracing an image gives me the foundation, the bones, from which to flesh out an image without fussing over proportion or likeness. Illustrators were generally pressed for time in their creations (and I doubt that's changed much today) and would employ reasonable shortcuts to get their work to print in a timely manner. I'll admit, I'm not pressed for time with this personal project, but I felt strongly about capturing the model's face as accurately as possible. The basic structure belongs to the photo, but the rest is all me.

Model and illustration in progress.

And the stippling begins . . .

Saturday, June 08, 2013

okay, I take it back

Creating the background of my Fantasy assignment.
A little bit. Hat tip to Effy . . . I sauntered on over to this free college art course. Expectations were checked at the door as I signed up and began the courses. I have to admit I'm rather having a blast. Having attended a brick and mortar college for Art, I have to say I much prefer this format. For one thing, it's friendlier ~ especially for those uncertain of their abilities. For another, classes can be attended on one's own time. This course is a Beginner's course, but it's always good to return to something with Beginner's Mind ~ which is what I've done. And, you know what? I'm actually learning a few things. Go figure. Now. How to give the professor a cyber-apple . . .
Fantasy Island dried and ready for characters.

The finished Fantasy piece entitled Dear Ground of Being . . .

Thursday, June 06, 2013

face it

Face sketched out over ranted text with Vulcan Script font.
Lately, I've had a strange inspiration to draw or paint faces ~ much like I used to do in High School. Creating the near-perfect visage with kind eyes and gentle lips, pert nose. Well proportioned and ideal. The Art Snob in me expresses its disgust in the form of an old art professor, Dr. Frankel. I can hear him saying, "Trite!" or asking in derogatory tones "Is this Art?" And I flat out feel odd wanting to paint these namby-pamby faces. I scoff at the twinkling eyes. I sneer at the pert nose and the rightly parted lips. I'm a little disgusted with myself.

But I stay with it. I figure I'll let this ride out ~ maybe something good will come from the process. It was sometime before I was feeling the painting was worthwhile. In fact, the further along I got, the better I felt about painting this face and others I'd painted for the past week.

So. Draw and paint. Faces. Like I used to do in High School. With some simple joy and no shame. Dr. Frankel is dead. We can relax now.

Face blocked out in interesting colors with the remaining paint rolled out on the opposite page.

Stenciling added to opposite page while the paint dries on the face.

India ink lines painted in for definition.

India ink stippling added to flesh out form.

A little closer, My Dear.