I have a confession. I am a grinch. I’m sitting here in my studio window, watching it snow. It’s a beautiful winter wonderland out there and I have no holiday spirit whatsoever. I just want January 1st to be here so I can start on a new year. The awful truth is that this happens every year; I think this year is worse than most. I get excited about Christmas the week of Thanksgiving. And really, I’ve always considered Thanksgiving to be just a transitional holiday to move from Hallowe’en (the holiday I like) to Christmas. For all of that week and for a couple days after, I plan all the xmas crafts I want to make, the cookies, the gift baskets I want to do. I pull out the cross stitch and quilt that I’ve been working on for ten years…… Then some big, major, chaotic troublesome thing happens to interrupt the holiday flow. That’s when I also realize that there is no money to do any of what I’d planned anyway. Then the days start whizzing by and I whittle down my list to what is realistic, and by then I just don’t want to play anymore.
I want January, a brand new year. 365 chances to get my house clean, finish all of my projects, get another year older. The only xmas cheer I’m interested in right now comes in a glass….. and it’s only 10AM.
Here is the next step in the dream painting. WOW! I’ve really gotten far; just painting like a mad woman, I have been! Well, I actually have been painting…and drawing.
I’ve been working in my sketchbook and on random pieces of paper, and in an altered book. I did this. I’m experimenting with different media. On this I drew the birds and bits of water with oil pastel, then melted it with the heat gun and smeared the paint around. Then I painted over with watercolors.
This is the start of a new painting. So far I’ve used water soluble graphite. These are white faced ibis. I’m working from a photograph I took last year at Bear River Bird Refuge. These birds have the most amazing plumage; it’s metallic blues, greens, and bronze. So even though I like the look of just graphite, I feel compelled to add in color. To see what they look like in life, go here. This is a friend’s Flickr page. He takes amazing photographs. I wish I could do what he does.
The other night I dreamed a painting all night long. Needless to say, I was exhausted when I woke up. I’ve been trying to recreate what I worked on all that long night. It’s only the ground. I have to come up with the main element(s) in my waking hours or, if I’m lucky, in another dream. Here it is in the post. I still want to distress the ground a little, and actually add a little more to it. Add and subtract. I do that a lot in my mixed media work. I believe the final element is going to be a sort of fantasy bird, something with the down-turned beak of an ibis, and the metallic plumage of same bird, but with the tail of a lyre bird.
I do a lot of my artistic imaginings while I sleep, or don’t sleep as has been the case recently. I’m not the type to get up in the middle of the night to come to my studio. My husband would get separation anxiety, and I prefer to stay cozied up to his warm self than to haul myself out into the nighttime house. So I lie there and process paint colors and line quality.
I have had an unceasing compulsion to paint lately. This is good, being that I have a show to get ready for in March. But what I want to do is experiment. Although I am trying out many and various styles, I feel like I’ve not found my true voice yet. There is something just under the surface scratching to get out. I would like to spend all day and night in my studio helping the creature to break free. I want to forget all about cleaning house and cooking dinner, and answering to everybody’s needs. I want to put off Christmas until April maybe. As usual my timing is splendid. Does anyone else out there feel this intense longing? How do you reach the creature inside?
I hear a baby crying and I think her mom needs a break. I’ll show you more of my painting when I finish.
Oh it’s early in the morning and I’m not thinking clearly yet. I got on the computer and started looking around at other mixed media blogs. I found embrace the face and there was a guest book with a big arrow that said “sign this guest book”. So I did, and added my picture like it said. Oh silly silly me! By doing that I was entering the challenge! Well, I guess the face is done in shades of white, which is what the theme was. This is pretty funny. Since I’ve already inadvertently entered the challenge, I’ll finish following the instructions and add my picture here too. I guess I should go drink some more coffee!
Last night I went to listen to my friend’s poetry performance. Sitting there in the front row of the auditorium, I noticed three panels on the front of the stage. One was a normal electrical outlet; another looked like an outlet but for round plugs. I was most curious about the last; it had things that moved and flipped up. I suddenly had an image of my son when he was small, getting right down there and checking it out; I lamented that I could not get down on my knees and explore this curiosity. And why couldn’t I? Because I’m a grown up and grown ups aren’t free to scrutinize the world in the same way as a child. We must be careful about how we draw attention to ourselves. We must be composed and proper.
Alex was calling attention to himself up there on the stage. He is a brave man and is able to express his art freely. Would he crawl on the floor to look at an outlet? I think he is secure enough in himself to do that if he wished.
My husband is always suggesting we do silly things, like dress funny and walk downtown. I think he would, too. Me, I’m too tight-laced, as much as I would love to do it. I used to know a woman back in Colorado who had a regular date with her sister to dress up as “pretty ladies” and go out to eat. They wore gobs of costume jewelry, fancy hats, and fake furs. I thought that sounded like so much fun.
I know that it is important to my art to let go of fear and not worry so much about what others might think of me. When I approach my art as play rather than serious business, I am more successful in the outcome; I have way more fun. It’s such a battle trying to balance the serious business of creating an art career, and forgetting about that part and just existing within the art, getting messy with paint and glue.
This will be a learning process; it will be difficult for me, but I’m willing to try. Today I’m going to do something outlandish, or at least mildly silly. I don’t know yet what it will be, but I vow to be open to the opportunity.
Life just keeps changing and evolving. My household has expanded. Where I had piles of books last week, I now have a bouncy seat, swing, and bassinet.
We went to Colorado last week and packed up my daughter and grandbaby. I feel relieved now that they are here; I want them to be in a safe, secure environment. It is an adjustment for my husband and me though. We are used to a very quiet existence. And me especially, I am usually home alone all day, doing what I want when I want it. Now I’m having even more trouble keeping to my schedule than usual. I wish there were more hours in the day. There are just so many things I want to do, holding my grandbaby being one of them.
Here is a picture of a painting I’m working on. It’s almost done.
I’ve just learned about a fabulous Swedish custom known as fika. I never knew that a word existed to describe one of my favorite activities. Fika is the idea of taking a break in the middle of the day to have coffee and a little goody with your friends. I love the ritual of coffee. Grinding really good beans, brewing the brew. And the smell! Glorious! Then sitting down with that hot cup. Pure bliss.
I haven’t been able to have coffee in two days, because I’ve been sick with the stomach flu. Tomorrow I can’t have it because I have a long trip to make across Wyoming on my way to Colorado. My bladder, coffee, and road trips don’t mix. Ahh! but when I get to Colorado, I can enjoy fika with one of my very favorite fika companions – my Lalie!
I like squash. Squash makes me happy!
Not so much on the spider though.
It’s Saturday morning, farmer’s market day. I’m so thankful for my farmer; I get fresh, local produce all year long. February feels so much less barren and cold when you hold crisp, green and red chard in your frozen fingers. But I’m getting ahead of myself; it’s only November. Thanksgiving.
I’ve been bumping into the subject of gratitude a lot lately. I know it’s Thanksgiving and the season for being grateful, but I’m finding the subject come up in all sorts of places that have nothing to do with the holiday, for instance in random books I pick up. Maybe I’m just being more aware because it’s in the air, but I am thankful. I have such lovely friends, a “rugged” husband (that’s secret code; he’ll understand, and believe me, it’s funny!). We have a new president who brings hope. Pesky little annoyances have been working themselves out. We have this really cool new computer. Life is good.
The thing is, I’ve noticed that the more grateful I am, the more good stuff happens. Now this may be a little woo-woo for some people to take, but woo-woo or not, it works and I’m accepting it in my life and being grateful for it.
I finally took down the Hallowe’en decorations tonight. I always push that off for as long as I can, Hallowe’en being my favorite holiday, and autumn being my very favorite time of year. I opened the big Rubbermaid storage tub and it was redolent with spirits of Hallowe’ens past. I smelled 1993, my goblin and faerie princess children sticky with candy and the excitement of the shadowy night. I miss those days when my children were small. They’re all grown now, and starting to give me grandchildren. Well, one grand daughter so far. I can look forward now to a new generation of goblins, and best of all, filling them with candy and sending them home to their parents!