The Stalls
The Stalls, in the lexicon of my family of origin, is a term that encompasses any and all behaviors that serve to make way for one to avoid doing something perceived to be objectionable for any reason.
I’ve got The Stalls this morning. I’m avoiding having to park myself in the kitchen for a long stretch of food prep.
5.5 x 7″
acrylic, India ink, collage, and water-soluble pastel
on canvas-textured paper
abstract
20
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10 responses to “The Stalls”
I love that you’ve named this! I think calling it something puts some humor into it possibly making it more doable….? The colors and textures in this piece make me very happy. I need to work more on layers and textures to my pieces. And I need to stop saying that and actually try it sometime! Thanks for the inspiration!
MaryAnn, I’m enjoying your appreciation of having a name for behaviors and phenomena—my sisters and I have a lexicon of such vocabulary.
The colors and textures in this piece delight me, too! This is my favorite of this series.
Re layering and texture, do you consider your two most recent doodle collage cards layering and textured, or not?
First love your term “the stalls”. Have adopted! Also relate to the stall “to park myself in the kitchen for a long stretch of food prep.” Hate anything to do with kitchen work, rather spend time in the studio, at the pool etc. Love this melodic piece, textures, white spaces, variants of reds and greens, neurographics!
Carol, I have greatly diminished my propensity to get the stalls when confronted with kitchen work over the past few years because I have become a convert to listening to audiobooks, a practice that was brought into full bloom when I got hearing aids. With my phone in my pocket, an audiobook downloaded on my phone, my hearing aids in place, and bluetooth working its magic, I feel almost as though I ‘conjure’ an unfolding story each time I step into the kitchen where I happily chop onions, scrub dirty sauce pans, follow recipes, unload groceries, and pack picnics. Win, win!
As ever, thank you for bouncing back visual language to me, opening the door to my re-seeing what I’ve painted and re-energizing me to paint the next piece.
Lola! Solar punk microscopic organisms—little did I know they were my muses, directing my every artistic decision here! I love learning what the beholders of my art see : )
Hugs!
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