Monday, September 3, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Technical confusion leads to hiatus
I'm back.
I got this email from Google and immediately assumed that they were going to charge me (how dare they!) for this free service, and then I couldn't get into my blog and assumed they had blocked it (the nerve of them!). I hope you're getting the picture that my writing a blog to display my work is a stretch (give me a medal).
I have been working on my "cross stitch" lately, two new projects that I will photograph and add to this post at some point. When I did my first ever cross stitch, it was of a bear (it was a kit) and I discovered that the back of the piece was much more interesting than the front. That is how I am approaching the work with my Girl Scout badges. It is, as they say, a work in progress. The other utilizes a haiku--you could call it an acknowledgment of new discoveries in older age.
The other good news is that my ideas are starting to coalesce around a few ideas that keep returning to me: family camping series, animal existences, letter writing. I think I have found my painting "mentor" in Cy Twombly who uses written words and glorious colors on canvas. Somewhere in all of that lies my future.
So, until the next post.
I got this email from Google and immediately assumed that they were going to charge me (how dare they!) for this free service, and then I couldn't get into my blog and assumed they had blocked it (the nerve of them!). I hope you're getting the picture that my writing a blog to display my work is a stretch (give me a medal).
I have been working on my "cross stitch" lately, two new projects that I will photograph and add to this post at some point. When I did my first ever cross stitch, it was of a bear (it was a kit) and I discovered that the back of the piece was much more interesting than the front. That is how I am approaching the work with my Girl Scout badges. It is, as they say, a work in progress. The other utilizes a haiku--you could call it an acknowledgment of new discoveries in older age.
The other good news is that my ideas are starting to coalesce around a few ideas that keep returning to me: family camping series, animal existences, letter writing. I think I have found my painting "mentor" in Cy Twombly who uses written words and glorious colors on canvas. Somewhere in all of that lies my future.
So, until the next post.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Feathery-Ness
Exploring the dynamics of what it mean to be feathery is my artistic goal. Over the past few months I have worked with shapes and sizes of feathers and feelings of featheriness. I leave various attempts around and find that further action on them comes at the most unexpected moments. Here, briefly, are some of the things so far including a chair I painted for downtown Newmarket (my "feathered nest") and collage like items. I am working away from feather shapes and concentrating on color and feeling, my own version of abstract expressionism.
I recently completed the biography of Joan Mitchell, color painter extraordinaire and definitely difficult human being. She had that condition where senses smudge over onto one another ("synesthesia"?) so, e.g., in her mind, each letter in the alphabet had its own color. Needless to say, this appears to have had quite an impact on her work (also, her lifelong need to make her father love her; not successful that way). Her paintings are large and full of extraordinary color. I have found a book of her paintings and am now tracking down where they are located so I can see them for real.
I recently completed the biography of Joan Mitchell, color painter extraordinaire and definitely difficult human being. She had that condition where senses smudge over onto one another ("synesthesia"?) so, e.g., in her mind, each letter in the alphabet had its own color. Needless to say, this appears to have had quite an impact on her work (also, her lifelong need to make her father love her; not successful that way). Her paintings are large and full of extraordinary color. I have found a book of her paintings and am now tracking down where they are located so I can see them for real.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Some Thoughts about Technology and Expression
I have started reading Sherry Turkle's latest book about loss of intimacy in our rush towards embracing machines and it has reminded me that I remain a squishy Luddite (someone who likes to curse new technologies but who learns reluctantly some of the new rules) who has a blog.
Why do this blog? For me, it is more of an organizational tool and a timid toe-in-the-water for exhibiting in the future. It is also a way to sort through ideas. I do like to type and am very good at it (I can keep up with things coming out of my brain). So this blog functions, in part, like an electronic sketch pad and journal. This way of thinking plays out in the production of my art "work," as well: intermittent explosions of creativity and color, always with an ear turned to the outer world of caregiving responsibilities.
Why do this blog? For me, it is more of an organizational tool and a timid toe-in-the-water for exhibiting in the future. It is also a way to sort through ideas. I do like to type and am very good at it (I can keep up with things coming out of my brain). So this blog functions, in part, like an electronic sketch pad and journal. This way of thinking plays out in the production of my art "work," as well: intermittent explosions of creativity and color, always with an ear turned to the outer world of caregiving responsibilities.
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