to time travel, here now? there
then? campfire circle
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| postcard work in progress |
Showing posts with label obscuring/revealing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obscuring/revealing. Show all posts
Friday, August 25, 2017
Friday, Camp Takodah 2017
flames and song give birth
to time travel, here now? there
then? campfire circle
to time travel, here now? there
then? campfire circle
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Thursday, Camp Takodah 2017
little cabin in
the woods, mouse stops by, bat flies
through, gang's all here
the woods, mouse stops by, bat flies
through, gang's all here
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| postcard work in progress |
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| postcard work in progress |
Wednesday, August 23, 2017
Wednesday, Camp Takodah 2017
sheet lightning, thunder
boomers, precipitation
clatter tap shingles
boomers, precipitation
clatter tap shingles
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| postcard #6 work in progress |
Tuesday, Family Camp
yoga Mem Lodge porch
breezes voices littlest
of waves lap, lap—om
breezes voices littlest
of waves lap, lap—om
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| postcard #13 work in progress |
Monday, August 21, 2017
Monday, Family Camp
makeshift studio
poor light awkward set-up heart
filled with gratitude
poor light awkward set-up heart
filled with gratitude
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| postcard #1 work in progress |
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| postcard #10 work in progress |
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Hung Out to Dry
At home, after washing clothes I throw them into the drier.
But once a year, at camp, wet clothes—mostly bathing suits and towels—get hung by hand, on a length of rope, outdoors, using wooden clothespins, to dry, usually in shade. Those clotheslines outside each cabin are a favorite iconic element of Takodah scenery.
One of my strongest early sensory memories of camp—and not a favorite!—is of struggling to get a cold damp clammy bathing suit pulled up over my shivering resisting skin.
The towels on the line in my painting are torn bits of collage from a camp publication. At the moment, though still damp with matte medium, they're catching a warm August afternoon breeze.
But once a year, at camp, wet clothes—mostly bathing suits and towels—get hung by hand, on a length of rope, outdoors, using wooden clothespins, to dry, usually in shade. Those clotheslines outside each cabin are a favorite iconic element of Takodah scenery.
One of my strongest early sensory memories of camp—and not a favorite!—is of struggling to get a cold damp clammy bathing suit pulled up over my shivering resisting skin.
The towels on the line in my painting are torn bits of collage from a camp publication. At the moment, though still damp with matte medium, they're catching a warm August afternoon breeze.
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| postcard #9 4x5" work in progress |
Friday, August 18, 2017
Rolling In
I selected one of the quadrants from my leaf pile of a few days ago and felt an autumn sky roll in over mountains when I mixed up some gesso with a hint of phthalo blue and used a sponge roller to play with negative shape painting.
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| postcard #5 4x5" work in progress |
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Going Incognito
I cut into quadrants all four 8x10" starts painted over the past so many days, and I now have 16 postcard-sized laboratories at my disposal—little paper canvases on which to explore the painting of negative space.
Took the plunge today and started the inquiry.
The cover-up has begun. One postcard is already going incognito.
Took the plunge today and started the inquiry.
The cover-up has begun. One postcard is already going incognito.
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| postcard #1 4x5" work in progress |