I’ve been lost in a cold, snowy haze, and at a loss for words. I’ll be back soon with something to say I hope, and more pictures of the paintings I’ve been working on. In the meantime, I went over to Mixed Media Monday; their challenge this week is Moon/Lunar. Here is my take on the moon.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.