Muse-ing in My Studio

I had fun using limited supplies to mix a crazy range of greens.

I wonder how many more I could have created.

I wonder if black acrylic paint has some blue in it.

I wonder what fortune might lie in the numbers collaged here, which I chose only for their green ink and graphic qualities. 

I wonder what someone outside myself might read in the tea leaves of my brushstrokes, scribbles, mark-making, and finger painting here.

The Air is Green and I Breathe in the Beauty of It
7 x 9"; acrylic, oil pastel, and collage on a book page
abstract
2020

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slightly earlier iteration of The Air (left), in a two-page spread
with a companion piece that later goes floral

Siesta

The rules for siesta after lunch at Camp Takodah are as follows: (1) Stay on Your Bunk, and (2) Read, Write, or Snooze.

Here at Lyme Camp we have different rules.

Or, wait, do we even have rules?

I do have a stack of library books to read, and I do read every day, but I also have with me a book whose pages have become my painting canvases. The book is a Children's Classic edition of Little Women published in 1987, with the handwriting and love of my sweet mama—now deceased— captured on the flyleaf. She is with us here—mother to daughter, grandmother to granddaughter, great-grandmother to great-granddaughters—offering comfort during the days of this crazy camp adventure.

work in progress