Monday, November 25, 2013

just a little experimentin'

Soft Gel Matte Medium spread on a page covered with gesso.

A photo printed on tracing paper using the inkjet, placed printed side down.

A little burnishing, wait maybe a minute or two (not until dry) and gently lift the tracing paper.

The resulting image.
Lesson learned: Better to use photos that are not so detailed.

Finished with some scumbling of acrylics.
All set for the week's writings.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Advent before Solstice

A reminder from Beth Owl Daughter was found in my Inbox yesterday ~ today is the day of Solstice Advent. So I hauled out Ye Ol' Compendium to jog my memory of what the First Light represented then Bennie and I got to work gathering the seasonal altar items. This morning the lighting is for the stones, bones and shells, the Light within those things.

The candle can dance through our day full of football and creativity, a reminder, aside from the obvious weather conditions, that winter is truly underway. Mmm . . . curling up with good books, tea and a cat by the fire. Maybe knit some socks. Spin wool. Or do Nothing ~ one of my favorite things to do.

Our laughing Hotei presides over the Advent Garden lights.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

on the floor

Hmm . . . turned out to be a quiet Saturday after all. Which gave me time to paint. I like to fling paint as much as anyone when given the chance, but when a painting is coming together, I love getting lost in the nitty gritty of Details. Especially with only one color. It's amazing what gets done with the occasional self-imposed limitations.
Sometimes, I like painting while sitting on the floor. It's like Paint Yoga.

The feel of a piece changes as details emerge and come together . . .

new, kissable, favorite sweet spots speak to me . . .

I'm getting lost in this . . .

but this is my Sweet Spot today.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

and so it is Wednesday . . .

At peace with Self today as I play with paper and paint and other mediums.
Creating a page not-so-blank for ruminations throughout the week.
More images, more marks.
Pages begging for more.
Heeding the call.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Veterans Day painting

Day off in school in remembrance of Those Who Have Served. While those memories are surrounding and reminding us, we paint and create and ruminate. Bennie enjoys getting lost in the fluid acrylic paints, making art and making mistakes. I've let my larger canvases sit awhile to play with the smaller ones. Today, I am enjoying the shading created by a friendly filbert or two. Soon, our Little Family will gather for lunch in honor of their grandfather who served in the Korean War and a great grandmother who, family stories tell, served in the OSS.

For the moment, we paint.

Play at work.

Bennie's larger canvases drying.

Still ruminating on those Ancestors.

Friday, November 08, 2013

an artist's resurrection

First, a journal spread I started last night . . .

Second layer . . .

a third layer . . .

the final stenciling . . .

I am enjoying the double-vision effect here.
Ready for ruminating.

In the meantime, I'm gathering older art to add to my VisionQuest Stringing Stories . . .

It won't be very chronological, but it can be shifted anyway I like.

My Magenta Hippopotamus with other strange beings.
I finished this painting in 2004. I remember some of the things going on then ~ renting and building, packing and moving, trying to maintain my art practice. I felt flattened, primal, humble. Hippopotamus offered herself as my Dream Horse, One Who Would travel underwater with me to dreams and emotions.

Magenta Hippo holding, taking in, the Odd Doll.

Ginger, chili pepper and a large gray woman.

For some time after painting this image, I felt the doll was being swallowed ~ like Jonah by the whale ~ but now that I've brought her back out for these photos, I've more of a sense of holding.

This ginger reminds me of the Radish Spirit in Spirited Away.

She is tired and hungry and over full.

Moth Village was finished in 2000. We were living at my mother's and I'd discovered Painting From the Source. A liberating experience for me as an artist recovering from Academia.

Sarasvati emerged.

This Cosmic Earth Mother birthed Herself.

Here is the village on the leaf.

And the moth that is the village's sky.

Heart Container had been finished in 2008. We were in our home at this time, but with still so much going on. The black heart reminded of that Black Heart of Innocence from the Feri Tradition. This painting made me feel connected to purpose ~ energized and alive.

She is in trance, speaking, singing while Others watch over her shoulder.

Her hands form the heart container.

A haiku by Kanshu.

One morning, around this time, Bennie was having a rough time before school so I let her paint this starfish in any way she liked. Yes, it's Patrick from SpongeBob Squarepants.

I let my star fish make rainbows.

This is a favorite part of this painting to get lost in.

Now I can add these images to my Story.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

kinda floaty

Dare I say I'm catching up on stuff? Creativity is never really behind so I'm not really catching up, but I am doing what I love. Sort of. This ennui creeps in sometimes. I'm floating around doing a little of this and a little of that. It's all important though so it's not like I'm not focused. I am. Intensely. On everything. There are the usual house tending activities interspersed with the unusual creative activities. Another post card for one course. Plenty of audio listening for Mythos and Journey to the Center of Your Heart. A soupcon of journal writing. Painting, by golly! Which I didn't think I'd get to.

I wasn't feeling much like painting. I dragged myself before the easel because the Bloom True course (I like early xmas gifts) was completed last week ~ finishing the paintings seemed an important and monumental task. I had to remind myself that, if I wanted to, I could just use a paint brush. Y'know, like I used to before Bloom True. Paint brush in hand, I painted. Got paint on my fingers anyway, but the feel of it all seemed to engage my senses, kept me present. I'm preferring one painting over the other today. The unpreferred painting simply needs more time, but I don't like what I did. All of which further reflects this muddling sense of ennui. If it ain't gonna be good, then there's little point in doing it. I slogged onward despite the disparaging remarks from my Inner Peanut Gallery.

So, here I sit at my computer, fingertips covered in dried paint, my cells singing praises for the minor accomplishment of spending time in my favorite space. I did not succumb to X-Files and a nap.

But first, an installment of Cats in Strange Places.

And Youth testing out a new long board in Strange Places.
Okay. I'm done now.

Some journal creating and post card making.

The painting I'm presently not pleased with.

The painting I am pleased with and might be considered finito.