Friday, August 14, 2015

not quite dog days

We are at that point in August when we are reduced to Minion Speak . . .

So. I make some art in the journal.

Soft pastel start . . .

add some greens . . .

 and orange . . .

something about a red jagged line . . .

needed to add another . . .

cover the whole thing with cheap acrylic paint . . .

grabbed some images from a Teesha Moore collage sheet gotten through Artstronauts . . . 

stuck 'em down with matte medium . . .

black lines with a Stabilo All pencil . . .

add water and splatter some copper and Espresso-colored paint and done!

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

the hazards of collage art

The paper and ephemera bin.
I chuckle when some activity suggests the collecting of collage fodder. The suggestion is most likely aimed at those who have not ever engaged in collage art before. However, as an artist, I've an idea we are inherent image hoarders ~ magazines, bits of pretty paper, ticket stubs, ephemera, images gleaned from online searches. All saved even if not used for art. Or it's saved for use in art someday down the road. That way madness lies.

Recently, my daughter and I went through three large boxes of magazines spilling over the top and purged the lot down to NatGeo magazines only. (That's a lie. There's a Vanity Fair or two in the pile.) Several bags of recycling were left for collection. Oh, happy day for the sanitation worker! More importantly, I got some real estate back in the studio space.

As much as I save, I toss. The dangers of storing magazines and papers become monumental otherwise. I've a loose storage system for nearly all items. A bin for papers and images, a pile of ongoing leftover paint papers and, of course, the pile of said NatGeo magazines. That is it. When any of these piles gets unruly or demands more space than I've allotted, it's time for the purge.
The leftover paint paper pile.
Hmmm . . . this might need a going-through.

These tiny practices keep the studio neater and my sanity intact. And while I'm at it, Teesha Moore is a fun collage artist to check out. You can find her here and at Etsy.

The ubiquitous National Geographic magazine pile.
(All gleaned from various waiting rooms.)

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

hello, it's me

This is how time flies in the blogosphere: guilt about not blogging. I don't have a huge readership and that's fine. I was never about the hard sell. If you come by and enjoy what you see and read, I'm honored and appreciate your time. Writing crap is the thing that keeps me from coming here to write anything. I'm not into the vulnerability craze of sharing everything in my life. I feel it's an imposition on the world to discuss my private affairs. I have good friends for a reason (and bless their boots for listening to me). I don't sell my art. It's personal and process ~ even here, you only get to see what I'll allow you to see (because, again, I don't want to impose upon you, Dear Reader). And lately, I've been hearing how Facebook is being a butt (in my daughter's vernacular) so I'm not plugging this blog there anymore. I'll trust the posts will be found when they're meant to be and leave it at that.

So. I've cleaned house, so to speak. What now? Here's what I won't do: make any grandiloquent declarations of blogging everyday. It just won't happen ~ not for the long haul so I won't start now only to disappoint myself later. I won't bug people about coming to the blog (refer to note about FB above). You're busy. I'll see you when I see you. I won't teach you something unless it happens by accident. I won't sell you anything ~ even my art. There are other places for that.

What I might do here is share my creativity in whatever form that takes ~ painting, knitting, spinning, cooking, meditations, musings, videography and photography. I might ask you to check something out. You have the option to click or not.

Why bother even going into all this? I don't know. I do know nothing irks me more than ranting declarations on Facebook about leaving Facebook or a whole lot of explanation why a blog is going to take a different course or blog promises of any sort. However, I wanted to write something, some vague explanation, even if only for myself. And so enough of that.

Here is what I made today . . .

This spread was quick-fire created sliding layers of paint and images together. I used a dryer in between the layers so I wouldn't end up with mud. The pictures had been sitting on my work table printed out for a long time so putting them to use here felt right. The last layer of paint added was white creating a hazy, homogeneous background for future writing if any.
A journal spread using an old credit card and cheap craft paint (the stuff pre-mixed in those little bottles) and a succession of Diana app photos created from my phone's photo gallery Andy Warhol style.

Part of this process is a coming home to self, emerging from the on-line courses I signed on for, trying to find my creative feet again. It's an internal dialog.

Curling edges of the pictures were ripped away.
How can I make this surface smooth enough for writing without losing textural interest? Not matte medium again. Sandpaper!

And then I sanded the whole thing with 100 grit sandpaper.
What can I do to keep the initial spark going? Nothing is precious.

It's a conversation.

And then I write all over it.