Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Kapiti!

We used to have a mischievous and thoroughly endearing parakeet named Kapiti, one of whose habits was to nibble the edges of paper. In order to protect papers I needed in plain sight, I purchased a piece of clear acrylic 'glass' under which to place them.

Kapiti died many years ago and I lost track of that sheet of acrylic … until I did a round of deep decluttering a few weeks ago and rediscovered it! I had a grand time today using it as my palette to mix a color for the negative painting of this work in progress.

Oh my gosh, if Kapiti were alive now he would have an absolute field day in my studio—sitting on the ends of brushes for wild rides, walking across what I was painting, and chasing and pecking at brush bristles, all while narrating his activities in a chipper stream-of-consciousness monologue as I worked!

work in progress
new layer: acrylic on paper

Monday, July 16, 2018

Grasshopper

I am hopping all over the place: from a day-with-Joan piece, to a Lake Champlain piece, to shaving-cream bookmarks, back to Lake Champlain, over to pointillism.

Today, I pick up another Lake Champlain postcard to develop. Nothing happens.

So once again I jump over to what I painted at Joan's house and, happily, get going on a postcard-sized section from that start-plus-subsequent-layers.

Love the place from which I start, love the scritchy place where I stop for now.

work in progress
new layers of India ink and acrylic on paper

Friday, July 13, 2018

Co-Lab

Michelle posts a meditation with dots.

Joan sends me a handpainted postcard (which I forgot to photograph) from her vacation on Martha's Vineyard.

Lightbulb!

I channel Michelle onto Joan's postcard and mail the update to Joan.

Thank you, both!

Blowing Bubbles in the Bright of a July Afternoon
4x6"; acrylic on cardstock
abstract
2018
[gift]

Thursday, July 12, 2018

What I Am Today

A frozen caliper grinding away in my rear brakes.

A fresh sparkly windy July day with dry air.

A handmade knockoff Cabbage Patch doll with Chapstick all over his face.

Two dried prunes.

An improbable storyline unspooling in a novel.

An eighth-grade watercolor painting of a black canvas shoe.

A bunch of scraps, glue, straightedges, oil pastel.

Spaciousness.

Inner stillness.

Raynaud Buckles Up and Walks the Train Trestle
4x5"; acrylic, latex, India ink, watercolor, collage, and oil pastel
abstract
2018
$30







Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Art Project

Eight-year-old granddaughter Emmy jumped out of the car after traveling 600 miles to our home for 4th of July week, gave me a full-on hug, and announced that "when you come to visit, you bring projects for us to do, and when Auntie came to visit us, she brought us a project to do, so now *I* brought a project for you and Auntie to do!!!"

That she did. She brought the essential supplies, and she led the project.

Paper + shaving cream + food coloring + a ruler + plastic trays + wooden skewers = bookmarks : )

shaving cream bookmarks
each one 2x5"; shaving cream and food coloring on paper
abstract
2018

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Rust and Trust

I felt rusty on Sunday, painting for the first time in nine or ten days. Bumped more than once into discouragement, frustration, and/or negative self-talk as I developed another postcard from my first Lake Champlain work-in-progress.

What grounded me and diminished my struggles was twofold: trusting my lived experience of process, and Simone Nijboer's reminder in her most recent podcast that painting offers us the possibility to experience again and again how [we] can come back every time to the simplicity of being.

A Place in Which Convenience and Cleanliness Were Not Required
4x5"; acrylic, latex, collage, ink, pencil, and oil pastel
abstract
2018
$30

Started roughly here with this piece:


Monday, July 9, 2018

Don't Lose Loose

So exciting: even when I get to the finishing stages of my first post-playdate postcard, I don't lose loose!

They Dipped Their Toes in the Narrow Clattering Creek
4x6"; ink, collage, acrylic, oil pastels
abstract
2018