What I Am Doing Now

These are side-ways knitted hats and ear warmers, mostly made of cotton yarn (much softer).

Also, an updated photograph of yours truly, seated on Bridget's deck on Little Bay with Loren (my niece) and her boyfriend Jake.

Better Late than Never: Family Camping Series 1964

After years of accumulating photographs, drawings, and ideas about how to put it together I came up with the idea of dying some canvas the color of our tent from 1964 and put the drawings (from the photographs Tim and Liz took--sadly, I seem to have misplaced them but do have copies) on it.  I even asked the library to display it a year ago!

To Give Credit Where Credit Is Due

It took me about as long to upload these photographs as it did the time I needed to complete this afghan.

Be that as it may, 13x13" garter stitch blocks using local yarn from Great Bay Yarn (on Bennett Road in Durham) and varying colors with photographs of sheep who gave me the yarn attached.  Five by six blocks so it just about covers the bed although it itches like hell so probably best seen as an viewing thing rather than a useful thing.

On to, well, I'm not sure what is next.  Watch this space.

So it has come to this (attempt number two):

Ahh, heaven:  a PHOTOGRAPH of a phone photo taken of me on a Southwest flight back from Baltimore.  I was the last one on and found this seat in the middle between these two guys who had this little therapy DOG.  One of them moved over, I got the AISLE SEAT, and eventually "GRACIE" made it over to my lap for the duration of the trip.  Please note that I am wearing one of my SWEATERS:  good old garter stitch with the emphasis on COLOR.

I am still doing puzzles.  Right now I am working on a Miro painting.

My college roommate just sent me a photograph of a painting that she said I did and gave to her.  . . .
I do not remember it although the color and brush strokes look vaguely familiar.

Knit.  Knit.  Knit.  And I am making some bookmarks.

And focusing on keeping an observational nature journal. 

What can I say but most art leaves me cold, colder than the below zero temps we are experiencing here.

So it has come to this:

So . . .

It's sort of like raising from the dead.  I have been "retired" now for over ten years and I am just now learning how to do that.  What does this mean re my art?  Ahh, my "art ," which has been mostly knitting and putting little animal tchotchkes (yes, I know, not spelled correctly) around the house (animals:  yay; people:  nay).

I have been spending more time in my studio.  That can mean any number of things:  working on puzzles or reading or negotiating with the cat to see if it is okay if I can even enter the room (whoops, sorry to disturb you, Clio).  Night-time is great for thinking up tons of ideas.  Let it be said that I was never without some intriguing ideas:  analog versus digital; recreating drawings of birds and other animals; seeing faces in the leaves and limbs of trees outside our windows; taking instant camera pictures of the little animal arrangements . . . and Godzilla.  And many others.

I have spread out the rough paintings I did of family camping series to see if there is anything there to recapitulate on a larger canvas.

What I am trying to avoid doing is MORE SELF PORTRAITS. 

So I leave you here for now and will update as necessary or needed.

shawn finnegan

It's been about a year since the last post.  And I recently had an experience that made me realize even more that everything is fleeting, including art.  When I took my old laptop in to have all the stuff moved to my new laptop (thank you, Bridget!), the technician basically lost all my photographs because I did not clarify they were in my photo file--or whatever it is called. 

I have decided to let them go.  The ones I wanted to "save" I did have paper copies made (let's hear it for the real real!). 

This get's me back to doing art.  I guess it is all about self-expression.  I cannot find the time or motivation to lift even a brush so I do creative things in my day-to-day life (lots of knitting).  I really don't care what other people think about my work--thus, have no desire to exhibit.  The time I did put a couple of things in a show a few years ago I put in a couple of blah works that were "saleable."  (Needless to say, they didn't sell.)  My stuff is my stuff.  You can bury me with it.

I was going to do a spiel here about technology/internet and everyone's desire to be noticed by everybody else but will save that for another time.   shawnZa