Saturday, October 12, 2013

Next Move to Somewhere


It's time for the next adventure. I'm on the other side of time after the
Great Art Exhibit is up and I have a chance to breathe again and look
around. OK that wasn't a good idea, the looking-around part. Terrible
disorder that built up while all I did day and night was paint. Now it's
time for cleanup and I have another caveat that's pretty much
determined what my next adventure will be (against my will I might
add). My apartment building is being remodeled and I've been
strongly encouraged by building management to plan on moving
out so they can remodel the unit I'm in.

I'd really really thought the last move would be it. the last move ever. I'd
planned to make my final stand here and say Enough. This is where I
ended up and so be it. Last stand last move. Wrong. So now my next
adventure is to start packing . . . again. And I don't really even know
where I'm moving to - another space in this same building or another
building altogether. All I know is that the pain of moving is upon me.
Forced declutter and the heartbreak of letting go of some treasured
items. Putting things in boxes in some kind of order that makes sense
at the time but I can never find later. There's still things from the last
move that I haven't found. I must be out by the end of Feb so that
sounds like a good amount of time to get this all together. It never
seems to be that easy. I don't want to do this. I must do this. Once
everything is packed then the answers will appear about where I'm
to go live next. Everything will turn out the way it's going to turn out.
And then I'll know . . .

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Tribute to Gwen


A tribute to Gwen Gibson, polymer clay artist extraordinaire, who passed away on Sept 24. I was fortunate to spend some of the most memorable times of my life with Gwen. I visited her workshop in France one year and attended a most memorable week-long workshop on Whidbey Island as well as countless other classes. These images are from photos I took when in France with Gwen. I collaged them into prints back when printmaking was part of my everyday life.

Gwen was elegance and eloquence. A beloved teacher, a friend, an incomparable artistic voice that will be sadly forever missed. I'm sure that heaven welcomed her with open arms. I hope to see her again when I go to that Great Art Retreat in the Sky someday. Some of my other friends who've also passed are saving me a good seat. It's gonna be great . . .

See another tribute to Gwen at www.polymerartarchive.com

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Exhibit is Up





Exhibit is Up! If you've wondered why I dropped out of sight for so long, I transformed into a painting madwoman in preparation for an upcoming one-woman show. I ended up with 14 works including some printmaking along with the paintings. So I'll start posting new images to show you what I've done and to talk about the process.This has been My Big Dream for a long time now and finally realizing it has been euphoric.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Recycled Patterns



…dear blog, it's so hard to let go of things. How do you stop? Recently while going through a pile of mail and sorting out what to keep and file and what to shred, I accumulated a pile of paper to be recycled, with envelopes and various cardstock flyers and other miscellaneous paper. Well it's really hard for me to look at the recycling and not want to slap some gesso on there and then paint them all with pretty patterns. OMG it's hard to let go and just recycle them. But if you don't draw the line somewhere then the next thing you know you're saving candy wrappers and looking discretely at the big recycle bin in the apartment building to see what else has been tossed out by someone else. Help me! someone just help me! Mothers, don't let your children grow up to be artists. They'll never have another clear surface anywhere in their lives. So far I'm resisting these wild ideas and still painting on (regular?) wc and various graph and ledger papers. Here's a few more patterns. And let me just say the SEWN class is awesome and I'm loving every minute!

Sunday, July 7, 2013

SEWN Class Begins



hot hot hot - it's been in the 90s for several days now and the heat really messes me up. I haven't done any artwork or blogging in way too long - please forgive. Mary Ann Moss's online class SEWN started today and the weather finally cooled a little bit so I'm finally painting again.Here's a glimpse of what I've done so far.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The Dreaded NFS Syndrone

Letting Go of the Dreaded NFS Syndrone. Throughout my long romance with making art there’s been many a time when I thought “I can’t let go of this piece." I had put too much of myself in it emotionally to let it go. Years passed without me selling any of my work; the tag of NFS was firmly attached to the entire lot and branded on my forehead. Then, once upon a day, I realized I couldn't keep it all to myself anymore and the scared, but also brave, NFS girl cautiously came to the door. My concerns shifted and became all about having my work finally Seen. Then I started a blog, and began putting some work in shows, maybe some exhibits, a few private parties, which in times past I had fled screaming in denial from the very thought of doing such. 
So, it's been really hard and really scary. It’s hard because I struggle with procrastination and deadlines (but I’m getting slightly better at that). It’s scary because I’m pushing my comfort zone. And NFS girl tells me that is almost always a good thing to do. I would love to know your thoughts on this. Have you mastered letting your artwork go? or is it something you still resist doing? Please say. . .

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Drawing Practice

Drawing Skills - still a work in progress. This is an example of me trying to draw with my new toy - a Wacom tablet. Trying to emulate drawing with a real brush and kindof sortof coming a little bit close. Yes I'm holding a pen, but it feels like drawing with a bar of soap - kludgy. There's lots more to come on this but the bottom line is practice practice practice, just like everything else in life. There's miles to go before this becomes easy peasy second nature like an extension of my arm (maybe never?) My inner artist says "I can get better effects holding a real brush." But the evolving artist is not giving up yet. And the story continues . . .