How does this …
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| painting start from summer solstice with friend Joan: building layers with acrylic, watercolors, and stamped ink |
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| work in progress |
Showing posts with label adding collage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adding collage. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Wide-Eyed in Wonder Yet Again
I stand in humble wide-eyed wonder yet again, wonder that passes understanding.
How does this …
become this … ?
Big Magic, I'm tellin' ya. Big Magic.
How does this …
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Monday, March 19, 2018
New Project
With my new bookmarks completed (and one already in use—yay!), I've moved from a 'canvas' of 9 square inches back to the huge foam core 'canvas' of 1,728 square inches on which I first put marks a few weeks ago.
I've now added a thin slapdash coat of gesso, penciled off a grid of 6-inch squares and various rectangles, affixed tissue and magazine collage randomly, and set up for myself a big playground.
I don't have any particular outcome in mind at this point. Instead, I'm thinking of this foam core as a blackboard (whiteboard), an 'erasable' space where I can follow my nose to try out this or that.
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I've now added a thin slapdash coat of gesso, penciled off a grid of 6-inch squares and various rectangles, affixed tissue and magazine collage randomly, and set up for myself a big playground.
I don't have any particular outcome in mind at this point. Instead, I'm thinking of this foam core as a blackboard (whiteboard), an 'erasable' space where I can follow my nose to try out this or that.
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| foam core playground (challenging outdoor lighting) |
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Update on my Valentine/birthday hearts grid for Dave : )
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A Leap Between Our Hearts Like Fire in Dry Grass
6x6"; acrylic, collage, India ink, and pastel on gessobord
abstract2018 [gift] |
Thursday, March 8, 2018
Monday, April 24, 2017
Outlaw Thoughts, and Layers 12, 13, and 14/100
Those of you who follow my painting adventures might remember that I started a 100layersofpaint challenge a few weeks ago. I moved through eleven layers, and then fell off the radar screen.
Two reasons for the disappearance. First, I was thinking of becoming an outlaw. I don't actually know what the rules of the challenge are but I was considering breaking them. I really liked layer 11, and I'm the boss of my painting life, so why not stop?
Just as important, however, was the fact that I got busy with other projects. A wedding and a bunch of birthdays came along and I wanted to paint for them. So I did.
All the while, I kept my challenge piece in view where I drank in its details and energy each time I sat at my laptop or met with tutees.
Then, a few days ago, again for two reasons, I decided to wield my brush anew. First, I'd continued to see posts on Instagram of those who've faithfully added a layer every day—they're up to thirty-something layers (!) now—and the daily changes are an ongoing invitation. Just as important, however, was the fact that the longer I honored my attachment to layer 11 by letting the painting remain unchanged, the less attached I felt.
So a few days ago I picked up a foam brush, a tube of black, and a squeeze bottle of fabric paint. Layer 12.
The next day, I rotated my gessobord and used ink pen and paint pen to add white circles and dots. Layer 13. I am fascinated by the repeat experience of loving what I see in front of me, change after change after change.
A day later, I glued strips of tissue collage and squeezed some white fabric paint onto my canvas. Layer 14.
Two reasons for the disappearance. First, I was thinking of becoming an outlaw. I don't actually know what the rules of the challenge are but I was considering breaking them. I really liked layer 11, and I'm the boss of my painting life, so why not stop?
Just as important, however, was the fact that I got busy with other projects. A wedding and a bunch of birthdays came along and I wanted to paint for them. So I did.
All the while, I kept my challenge piece in view where I drank in its details and energy each time I sat at my laptop or met with tutees.
Then, a few days ago, again for two reasons, I decided to wield my brush anew. First, I'd continued to see posts on Instagram of those who've faithfully added a layer every day—they're up to thirty-something layers (!) now—and the daily changes are an ongoing invitation. Just as important, however, was the fact that the longer I honored my attachment to layer 11 by letting the painting remain unchanged, the less attached I felt.
So a few days ago I picked up a foam brush, a tube of black, and a squeeze bottle of fabric paint. Layer 12.
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| layer 12/100 |
The next day, I rotated my gessobord and used ink pen and paint pen to add white circles and dots. Layer 13. I am fascinated by the repeat experience of loving what I see in front of me, change after change after change.
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| layer 13/100 |
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| layer 14/100 |
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Layer 8/100
Gentle rain tapping on the skylight.
Gentle layers going onto my work in progress.
Repeatedly rotating my gessobord.
Collaging with scraps of tissue paper: light blue, darker blue, light yellow-green, and white-with-thin-lines.
Accentuating, veiling, overlapping, making subtly simpler here, introducing quiet complexity there.
Layer 8.
Gentle layers going onto my work in progress.
Repeatedly rotating my gessobord.
Collaging with scraps of tissue paper: light blue, darker blue, light yellow-green, and white-with-thin-lines.
Accentuating, veiling, overlapping, making subtly simpler here, introducing quiet complexity there.
Layer 8.
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| layer 8/100 |
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
JK Returns
I received an event mailing the other day that insisted on becoming collage material.
So my studio time was very tactile today. I love the physicality of tearing paper, the zen-like reflective meditation of tugging apart paper fibers.
After fragmenting the save-the-date card, I got into kindergarten finger painting mode again as I did a few days ago, though my paint this time was actually paste—matte medium, to be precise. I love the physicality and directness of using my fingertips to spread glue and then press into place bits of collage.
Please gasp and laugh with me: Passing By has passed by, and Just Kidding is back being mischievous and playful.
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| save-the-date becomes creative fodder |
So my studio time was very tactile today. I love the physicality of tearing paper, the zen-like reflective meditation of tugging apart paper fibers.
After fragmenting the save-the-date card, I got into kindergarten finger painting mode again as I did a few days ago, though my paint this time was actually paste—matte medium, to be precise. I love the physicality and directness of using my fingertips to spread glue and then press into place bits of collage.
Please gasp and laugh with me: Passing By has passed by, and Just Kidding is back being mischievous and playful.
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| Just Kidding 22117 [working title] |
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| detail |
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| detail |