Two more characters using the same printed faces I used for the first two. You can see the family resemblance but they still each have their own distinct personality.
My torn calf muscle is healing slowly after a week of hobbling, ice, and advil (yes, that happened a week ago when my body was still weak after that bout with the flu, freak thing :-( I'm now able to put 75% of my weight on it now so maybe by next week at artfest I'll actually be able to walk semi-normally, albeit slowly. I'm hopeful.
We had a wonderful Easter with the grandkids, watching the two older ones find all the hidden eggs while Lilyanne dropped toys so I could pick them up, hand them to her, and she could drop them again and again... the best game around when you're 10 months old or a meema who is sitting around with her leg elevated :-)
Forest Puppet, made from a goodwill sweater I felted, painted face printed on muslin, vintage lace, and silk leaves. Her little arms are filled with sticks. The theme at Artfest is the forest so I made this piece for the gallery. Fabric always makes me so happy and working with it brings out joy in me for the creative process.
This little gal is some four-legged, maybe a cat? I love her wooden bead ears and spirally tail.
I'm feeling more like myself everyday. Thanks for all your sweet comments and emails, I feel grateful for the support of all my friends here online. I'm working hard to get ready for Artfest less than 2 weeks away. I probably won't be posting much until then but wanted to leave you with a journal page to replace "sicko". Until next time, wishing you beauty and truth in your days.
i've got the flu and a nasty cold, yuk!! i caught it last thursday when i spent the day with the sweet little grandbabies, both of them firing off sneezes, slobbers, and all sorts of wet concoctions that come from babies and littles. I carried my antibacterial lotion in my pocket and i used it often. Nope. nada, didn't help. i've been good for nothing for the past several days now, climbing in and out of bed, reading a bit, watching tv a bit, everything starts to irritate me after a short time. my body just feels really uncomfortable, sotight and full of congestion in my lungs and head, it drives me crazy. and i can't get it to cooperate to do the things i want to do. we had a paint session this afternoon. it ended up more of a throw paint onto the paper, scribble it, rip it off, dig into it, - i wanted to rip it shred it and stomp on it...but i didn't, i stopped before that. i just wanted to translate my feeling to the page, to get it out of me, and i think i was somewhat sucessful with this piece. i needed a mirror for this moment when i just feel angry and like crap - this piece will do very nicely,. she looks as uncomfortable as i feel so it was successful. art isn't always beautiful, sometimes its just bad and real. The timing for being sick stinks too - i have so much to do to get ready for Artfest...but all i can do is wait it out...damm.
This piece was fun and interesting to play with. I started off by spreading plaster on the back of a wooden chinese checkers board. While the plaster was wet, I sprinkled flecks of dried paint I'd scraped off my pallet and saved, and lightly pushed them into the plaster. I liked the additional texture and color of the bits, and left the background color -which included lots of flecks showing - then painted it with encaustic wax. I was done. I thought. Until I looked at it for awhile and didn't like the flecks in her face at all - it made her look like she had some horrible disease. So I scraped off all the wax layers from her face, then I scraped off all the acrylic paint, and then I dug into the plaster layers until I had a surface free of wax that I could paint on again. It worked, and I do like the results much better than the original. I was listening to the Damien Rice song "Older Chests" as I worked, which is where the written words on the piece originated, capturing my thoughts exactly.
This weekend is mine to work in the studio; I still have much to do before Artfest - class preparations as well as making art to sell on vendor's night. Today, it all feels like play, and it keeps my mind busy (or shut down) which I'm so grateful for. Thanks for stopping by; I hope you all have a beautiful and creative weekend.
Here it is, a couple hours away from dawn and I've been awake most of the night, and those words keep tumbling over and over in my mind, a prayer of sorts, a reminder that no matter how hard I try, I can't always fix things and create peacefulness. That sometimes all I can do is accept the discord and relax into the uncertainty. I see an image of a hand shaking small pebbles and as they drop they scatter in a pattern - I have no way to know where they will land, each time they land the pattern changes. All I can be sure of is that they will fall into a pattern and that the pattern will change, again and again. Why my mind has created this image and why the image brings me comfort I don't know but it makes sense in an odd way.
Yesterday was a difficult day on many levels, and I won't go into specifics as it affects people I love. But isn't that when it does feel the hardest; when we love so deeply and don't want to see our loved ones in pain. There is a part of me that expects me to fix what is broken, that is my job as older woman, mother, wife, peacemaker, lover of life. And I try, even when I shouldn't sometimes - old patterns die hard. But sometimes even trying won't work - it's beyond what I can do and then I feel helpless and find my mind going over and over the same territory, like the problem was a car, and I'm a mechanic and I examine it from every angle, examine every crevice. But unlike a mechanic, I know nothing about cars, so I can turn it upside down and inside out and I'm no closer to solving the problem than I was in the beginning.
That's when I begin to practice letting go...my mind feels exhausted, my body feels tense, and it hits me that this is beyond my control, I am helpless to change anything. It's a relief to get to that point, finally. I don't have to struggle anymore, I can begin to relax and be with what is and let go, let go, let go... Let go of me needing a particular outcome. Let go of the idea that I can fix things in others, make people see "the light", understand one another. Let go of feeling like a failure because I can't. Instead, just relax some, and then a bit more, into the uncertainty. I'm starting to feel some peace again, it's strong and solid like peacefulness always is; the quivering feeling I notice popping up occasionally is my mind trying to get in there again, go over the same old territory, and "fix". I've got a lot I can learn from the harbor seals...
Now that the sun has come out here in the pacific northwest, I've been spending more time alongside the river. I can't think of a place that I love more than this little piece of heaven that runs through our property. I fashioned myself a chair in the sandy bank at a place where the river sings three very distinct songs - all to do with the way the rocks, logs, and tree branches channel the small tributaries. I watched the sunlight reflected deep onto the river bottom, moving in black fluid circles with the clouds it seemed, and again in glints on the surface. And then the water itself, moving in mysterious currents and singing as it goes, I could stay there for hours, watching, listening, feeling content. The flooding has uncovered a whole bed of virgin stones, ones that have yet to be discovered and examined. Life is sweet, my heart is grateful.