Beautiful foggy mornings here in the northwest seem to reflect my foggy thoughts of late. At 52 years old, you would think I should know myself well enough to remember that after ANY big event, anything that is far and away from my usual quiet routine here out in the country, it will take my brain - chock full of experience and sensation - a bit of time to catch up with myself and my plans upon my return. And during that "catch-up" time, no matter how much I tempt myself, encourage myself, or scold myself into hurrying up the process, it doesn't/won't happen. All I can do is be patient or impatient while I navel gaze, paint and draw rubbish, relax, and wait for the pace to pick up again, for my thinking to gain clarity once more, for the slowness to meld into a quicker pace. Why then I continue to agree to an arm wrestling match of sorts with this part of me, knowing full well that I will lose again, baffles me. Maybe I've learned it this time, I think, maybe next time I will choose to just relax and not struggle, to let it be okay for me to do the backfloat and look up at the sky while everyone around passes me by doing the american crawl at top speed. Maybe I get it now...
look at the crisp winter apples, juicy and sweet after the frosts, ready for picking and eating
I have bunch of photos to share. I'll start with those images of places just outside my door, a diary of beautiful windy days, of trees letting go of leaves, one by one, and dozen by dozen, and carpets of golden yellow and orange carpeting tufts of green field grass.
Attending JournalFest was just exactly what I needed, in every way. I was there as a student, invisible if i wanted to be, running late if I needed to be, being spontaneous with my time and my schedule. What a wonderful freedom that is - to soak up everything, to not talk if i didn't want to, to give back through my often quiet but sometimes bubbly energy merging with the collective creative energy of the group.
time to walk the beach
to soak in the sounds and smell and colors of the water and sky
to draw and paint and write in my journal in the company of friends. Here is dear Alex who was my instructor for a an experimental water color class, just the kind of learn-about-the-tools-break-the-rules-kind-of-class i love. she is a fabulous painter - one of my very favorite in the world artists, and i would love to be a fly on the wall somewhere (except flies annoy me - i don't like flies at all, maybe i'll be a spider) and just watch her work. i don't have much to show from the class i'm sorry to say, as I was so busy and happy experimenting with this new-to-me-medium with all it's variations of application/papers/and mediums that i just never got around to pulling "shapes out of the clouds" from my paintings. But I am the kind of person that enjoys drawing out and savoring a surprise, so even though I haven't done it yet, I do know they are all in there playing, and lollygagging, and that in itself brings me continuous delight. The photo of the one piece I finished is towards the bottom of this post. It got taped into a very very special journal .... (curious?keep reading)
to take fabulous classes - all three - from gifted teachers. Judy and I got someone to take our picture with Theo Ellsworth, one of the instructors we both took a class from. He draws, and draws, and draws, and draws...and then draws some more and adds some words when he has them. This is what he shared with us, how he does this.
It was wonderful, I had a blast. I also didn't follow the directions exactly (he didn't demand it, thankfully) and I added some color after a few hours of strictly pen (whew, what a relief!). My tree hangers aren't nearly finished of course, but i'm sure they'll be happy to hang here till I get back to work on them.
The third class I took was from Anahata Katkin, one that I'd always wanted to take and felt lucky to get the chance. She gave us several exercises to do, experiments, loved that. Of course I didn't always follow the directions (as if i could even remember them half the time) but i did try lots of techniques she suggested in some variation, and plan to incorporate things I learned and new ways to work into my own art experiments. Here is some of what i did there:
this piece i drew the night of the journal party, the music was awesome and really influenced the "how" and "what" of my images. words still coming on many of these. i carry thoughts of my pregnant daughter Marissa with me everywhere I go, and baby Jackson...yes, he's in there. and no, she doesn't wear dreads :-)
And one of the most MOST exciting things to transpire was: I got to work in one of the 1000 Journals
journal # 381 to be precise. having this opportunity was really a dream come true for me, i was so thrilled!!!
Well, I think I've caught you up on the big stuff anyway. I'm working on proposals for classes, as well as a special-secret-something i'm working on that I'll announce here within the next week.
Thank you for stopping by and coming back. I appreciate your presence and your comments when you leave them. Until next time, enjoy the weekend and may all good things come your way.