when that happens i feel overwhelmed. so i'll give you the short version - life is juicy and i feel grateful for these moments and days (even in this extreme heat that brings out the 'crabbys' in me). i'm busy trying to keep myself on task getting for for teaching and my trip next thursday to Phoenix for ArtUnraveled. i do have photos to share, art to share, and news to share, soon - very soon, but not today. here are 2 for today:
what my pallet knife saw last friday
revisiting the music of these folks who have been one of my favorite groups for 20+ years. walter and i even had the extreme pleasure of hearing them in concert once when they came to seattle.
my very first encounter with them was so many years ago when our old clock radio went off early one morning, this song was playing on NPR, and wafted into my shadowy dreamworld, haunting and enchanting, finding it's place there like it was the missing piece i had been searching for my entire life. i fell in deep love with each and every note and candence and have remained in love ever since.
i painted this woman on clayboard, very fun substrate, especially for a girl used to using scrap
i think i was channeling my dear friend misty when i painted this...
and I also painted (for hours) another piece that i really liked at one point, then did not stop when i knew i should have. It is now shredded into a dozen pieces and lying at the bottom of my garbage can.
we had the kids over this weekend and had a nice wade in the stream
took our usual walk (run) over to the neighbors pasture to see the horses.
lilyanne had her hands over her ears the entire time - she doesn't like the sound of the horses whinnying.
did a little swinging
and playing in the new hammock
and rough and tumbling with the other neighbors batch of puppies
little violet had a sleepover
she helped me fold laundry in her very own style
i helped her make a cake
that she decorated and took home to share with her family and friends
it was a very, very good weekend. i hope yours was too.
this fella is on a vision quest, walking on hot coals, sleeping on a bed made of icecream where he can take a bite out of anyplace he wants while keeping in mind how the missing bites will affect his overall strength and comfort in the bed in the future. he is quiet, loyal, and seems to be a natural leader in guiding the group to places they want to journey.
i've been painting these faces for the past two days
and once i was finished with all 6 of them
I realized that they are all very familiar to me
that they have all been channeled through my paintbrush before
all of them that is except this odd duck who is new to the group, all i know is that they found her walking barefoot along the side of a dusty gravel road wearing a flowered dress, with pink high heel in each hand - the heel on the left shoe hanging on by a corner. she speaks french, only very broken english, and is quite content doing most of the cooking for the group.
a bit un-nerving, this feeling of deja vu, that they would all descend on me at once like this, a strange group who have obviously not only become friends but traveling companions in another dimension as well. i guess once the shock has worn off i will find my composure and good manners and welcome them back once more, ask them to share their colorful stories, as they traveled together from place to place on a giant magic carpet woven of the softest wool roving and puffy white clouds, places so far and away that a person (or even an animal, except maybe a cricket) are much too solid to slip into the crack of a fourth dimension, instead left behind here in the third to experience it all through them using only paints and pencils, crayons and papers, brushes and glue. I feel like I really know these characters (exept for the frenchie), they like old friends, slivers of myself that broke off and away, small enough to slide into the fourth dimension. and now that they have been gone for a time, exploring the worlds without me, i really don't know much about them anymore, they have grown in ways i can't yet put my finger on. i will continue to paint my way along the edges of this puzzle, circling the pieces, making the marks of time....i am curious to find what discoveries i can make before they disappear once again who knows if they'll ever come back. adventures await them and i won't stand in their way.
gardenia's in cindy's backyard, their perfume wafting from delicate white blooms
a night time swim in the pool. see that "pool sweeper" there by the diving board? there is a story stuck inside of it now... one that made me scream, judy run to find me, and cindy double over with laughter.
it wasn't all work and no play, as you may have well imagained
what a treat to finally meet talented blog friends sharon and zorana in person, and all the many others that I so wish I had photos of, but don't, sigh... i didn't take a single class photo on the day i taught but i'm hoping that my students will comment and share links of any of the artwork they made. Or email me with your photos and I'll upload them here. These women were on fire creative - i feel grateful for the opportunituy to have witnessed their abandon and be touched by their energy. thank you so very much cindy, for inviting me to come and teach, and a huge and humble thank you to all my students who touched my heart, each and every one, with your earnest and collective desire to listen to and follow the lead of your authentic artist voice.
who proudly wears a magnificent tatoo on her arm, rich with beauty and symbolism
on the day i didn't teach i got to be a student in judy's plaster class. i hung on her every word, as i'm sure you're not surprised to hear. i've worked with plaster painting before but judy lead me into a whole nother level of experimentaion, loved it! she is just the bees knees in my book.
here are two of the pieces i made:
an abstract piece, to stretch myself
and then back to my comfort zone with'when she wore rose colored glasses'
okay, i must admit i'm feeling pretty proud of myself at this moment - i did it, i completed this blog post today - not an easy feat for one with a wandering and easily distracted mind and a wriggly bottom that doesn't want to stay put in the chair. but i'm going to try harder to be more consistent with my posting ("if at first you don't succeed, try, try again") there is so much i do want to share here with you all, it's just a case of restlessness most often that I can't sit still.
just a few more things before I sign off...
adear friend, and talented artist in many medias, has a lovely new blog - I hope you'll check it out.
Don't forget, tomorrow is Self Portrait (SP) Wednesday. Care to join me in posting?
Dorit Elisha is raffling off a copy of her latest book printingmaking & Mixed Mediaon her blog right now, all you have to do is leave a comment and you may be the lucky winner
In the room before I had the ultrasounds. I was so relieved to learn that the worrisome symptoms i've been plagued with of late were caused by a very large fibroid that had calcified (i'm carrying a big rock inside?!) After years of waiting for it to dissolve and disappear around menopause, it's clear that it's not going anywhere and I'm resigned to the idea, finally, that a hysterectomy is in my not-to-distant future.
a constant source of joy
resting in the sun, gathering these healing, precious, and often too scarce pacific northwest rays
the gift of time with artful souls, walking the wetlands together, enjoying the moments .
I fly out tomorrow for California where I will meet up with Cindy, and fellow teacher Judy, and all my students taking my class at An Artful Journey on Saturday - I'm so excited! I hope to keep in better touch with you here when I get back, I know I'm behind - I haven't even posted pics from Valley Ridge yet, sigh.
Thank you for stopping by, and for your comments. I hope you're enjoying summer (or whatever season it is where you live) to the fullest. Until next time...