Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Self Portrait painting #2



I've only painted myself one other time. I'll get that one down from the attic one of these days and get it posted here. It's 14 years old. ...and I had firey orange lips in that one.

This time my lips are blue and yellow and purple. I painted 3 watercolor paintings while left alone in the hotel room in CO last week. All 3 had this color scheme. I guess I was very serious while I painted. Either that or I was sobered at the sight of myself naked. Yes, this painting has another third to the bottom of it---but I'm not ready to put that up here. (Here's where you quit holding your breath and can open your eyes again, haha.)

Really, though, the self portrait is something I'd recommend to everyone. Even if you think you can't draw or paint---it teaches you to really look at your body. If you think you're too curvy or bumpy or skinny and lumpy, you are forced to see the beauty of your natural self in the lines. Even if the final product doesn't say what the mirror does, there's a pretty good chance you'll see yourself pretty clearly through/in the painting.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

A page from my sketchbook



My sketchbook is a mish-mash of sketches, designs, my thoughts, etc. Can you believe I sketched this drawing of Cody in the wee hours of the morning on the first without noticing the un-holy sarcasm he had a day earlier added to the page? (see dreamy icons in upper corner: "Believe in your dreams".) When he woke up I asked him if he wanted to see what he looked like while he slept. He was not pleased. He didn't like it that I stared so intently (at him) unbeknownst to him.

I guess that's the karma he gets for defiling a holy book.

Friday, January 1, 2010

for Miles

Someday---Dear Child,
you'll cast your net
up toward the sky of stars
it will fall back to the earth
catching only you---off guard.

Surprise! Dear Child,
within your net
illuminated, see the stars?
That which once evaded you
was never very far.

You'll see---Dear Child,
inside of you there shines a sea of stars
upon which you are free to sail,
to cast your net
both near---and far.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

I drew Aunt Marchel's name and this is what she got:

Bronze, Silver and Gold Cross.

Began April 10, 2009. BronzClay Unfired.


Fired; not burnished.


Burnished and put away for 8 mos.


December 2009. Drilled and Riveted (Heated again).


Gold Paste Overlay to Silver. Fired, burnished. Polished with Flex shaft. Finished December 27, 2009.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

All I wanted for Christmas

My very own easel (which I proudly assembled myself!):


My very own Flex Shaft:


I've never had an easel at home. I've always just stuck lots of nails in the walls wherever the lighting is good. Of course I'd overpaint the edges and end up leaving "stencil" marks where the canvas ended. I just had to repaint the whole wall where I painted Michele's winter aspens. Duh! The easel will be a permanent fixture in my living and dining room as the lighting is better than down in my studio.

The flexshaft is burning a hole in my metal assemblage collection. I woke up this morning with an idea for an assemblage lamp and because of this tool I can actually make it! (To come soon!) I can drill, polish, grind, etc. with exact precision because of the pen like grip on this. It has a foot pedal controlled motor. Until now I've been using an awkward rotary tool.

I also enjoyed receiving beautiful Christmas cards from many of you. I always like to hear your thoughts and see how your life is going. I didn't get cards mailed this year again...maybe will get New Year's greetings out.

Despite being sick, it's been a peaceful time of being with friends and family. Yes, Santa was good to me. I hope he was as good to you.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

My Tree and Gift wrapping



Every year we set up our hypo-allergenic artificial tree and haul down our big boxes full of ornaments. This year we added a tinsel star on top of the tree.

Cody's family has bought an ornament for him every year of his life. His 5th Christmas he got Papa Smurf because he was into the Smurfs. His 16th year he got his first car so they gave him a polar bear swinging on a tire. There are the wonderful old, mechanical Hallmark ornaments---a Christmas football game, Santa's elves working in the shop, skiing elves, a mouse "popping" popcorn, etc. They are even still in the original boxes.

It's a fun tradition that the kids and I get to participate in now, too. My ornament this year is an over sized, sparkly, hot pink Barbie shoe. Chloe chose the Muppet's French Chef and she also received a reindeer on a cell phone. Mason chose the next Hot Wheels ornament, and he has only one more year to complete the "Cool Decades" ornaments he's been collecting since the year he was born. Cody was given a Spiderman comic book ornament. (Maybe we should have looked harder for a kidney shaped ornament or maybe a giant white truck?)

Also, have to say I love my gift wrapping this year. I picked up the glossy white paper, and zebra paper and tulle at the Junior League Holiday Galleria back in October. I maybe paid $34 bucks for all of the high quality paper and it wrapped everything plus I have quite a bit of the paper left. Initially I just had just the red tulle; it was Chloe's idea to add the lime green in, too. I plan on braving the huge crowds (something I'm no good at unless it involves an instrument or two) again next year if just for the wrapping paper.

I hope you enjoy your day/days off and spend them doing exactly what you want/need to do to end your year perfectly right!

Monday, December 21, 2009

Evolution of Aspens in Winter

Michele's Christmas gift: Aspens in Winter








photo #1: Masked off canvas.
photo #2: Masking removed. Looking back, I actually like this state the best. If it were going to hang in a mod-loft I'd have left it this way.
photo #3: Disasterously placed spades/sting rays overtook the canvas.
photo #4: Remasked and repainted. Square one except the black paint drips are now under the masking.
photo #5: Repositioned and added leaves with silver leafing. Faint script added to trees. Final product.

(I am in the process of painting aspens in four seasons for Michele's living room wall. I'll find a photo of the fall aspens and edit it in here.)

Monday, December 14, 2009

Christmas Goodies

I am exhausted. You better believe I'm ready for the holidays and the welcome break this spring. I am still working on a few last minute items---most of which I am dying to share but can't show yet. Here are a few projects that aren't secrets:




Friday, December 11, 2009

OK

Rarely known to sign even the front of her paintings, sometimes Georgia would sign the back of her paintings with a simple "OK". She also rarely wore jewelry alongside her black, nun-like habits.

Since one of my own designs incorporates the "OK" (remember my "brOKen" bracelets), you can imagine how thrilled I was to learn she wore an "OK" brooch given to her by Alexander Calder. Of course reading this lead me to ask who is Alexander Calder? You've likely seen his big metal sculpture or his large colored, asymmetrical mobiles. He also made jewelry or as it has been called, "wearable art".

I can barely believe I did not know about Alexander Calder's jewelry before now. It turns out that earlier this year the Met hosted a show exhibiting 90 of his 15000 jewelry pieces. If only I'd have known earlier....

I found out they made a limited edition book that cataloged the exhibit, and went to Amazon to check it out. *cough, cough, ka-ching!* $478 disappointed out-of-print-dollars later, I went and cried about it to Cody. Why do I always innocently sniff out the most expensive books?

Anyhow, there's a travelling exhibit of 100 pieces in San Diego now through the 3rd of January. It's going to
Grand Rapids after that. Anyone want to road trip or meet me in MI?

Monday, December 7, 2009

Georgia

I recently read _Portrait of an Artist, A Biography of Georgia O'Keefe_, by Laurie Lisle. The book was a fascinating yet exhausting read. It involved a lot of highlighting and googling. (When I read about something/someone visual I have to keep google image nearby.) I am still processing some of what I read, deciding whether or not I agree with it, adding ideas to my own, considering how the book will change my own life.

One of the greatest things about reading this book, to me, was that it followed the US art scene over the years of Georgia's life from its fledgling days of 1887 through the lively 1986. My own great grandfather (who is to blame for my love of Harry & David) lived from 1887 to 1986. I knew that he had seen a lot in his lifetime---from indoor plumbing, to radio and TV, to jet airplanes---but I'd never been able to so completely consider what was happening in the art world over his lifetime.

I recommend this book to anyone who needs an ounce of backbone, of determination to do something they've always wanted to accomplish. It will challenge or confirm the carefully ordered life. Here are a few of my favorite lines from it:

What has been said about Georgia:
"She often seemed to recoil instinctively from others and never needed anyone to entertain her. 'I've never been bored,' she once stated flatly when she was elderly."

"Jessie Flint, one of Georgia's playmates who spent many nights with her in the tower room, remembered that [Georgia] was so content with her family life that she had no desire at all to visit Jessie in the village."

"Her colors were always the brightest, her palette the cleanest, her brushes the best---although to accomplish this she would do without much else," Anita Pollitzer said.

"She said that she rejected the use of realism for its own sake ('If one could only reproduce nature, and always with less beauty than the original, why paint at all?' she asked rhetorically) as well as the idea of mimicking the styles of others ('Rather than spend my life on imitations, I would not paint at all,' she said)."

"She wasn't ready to break artistic conventions herself, but an idea had taken root in her mind as she groped for self-expression. In time she would realize that an artist didn't always have to obey the rules and that, indeed, rules often had to be broken."

"[Georgia] toyed with the idea of getting work in New York, but realized that her energy would be absorbed by earning money in the expensive city and, perhaps, also by people."

"[Stieglitz'] motivating idea---that through the fulfillment of the individual artist the truth would emerge---was appealing to her."

"Her ability to form a protective cocoon around herself was critical, because if she had cared about public opinion or if her delicate creative process had become too self-conscious, it would have been destroyed. She knew she must keep painting and portray her vision whether or not her contemporaries understood it."

"Stieglitz defended pricing the works of living Americans on a par with European masters by arguing that high prices were the only thing that made materialistic Americans respect art."

"So much at one with herself, she was as comfortable in the company of an Indian as in that of a wealthy socialite, and as at home at an Indian rite as she would have been in Carnegie Hall."

"When asked why she traveled so much, she would reply that she wanted to see if she lived in the right place."

"She learned to respect the weeks or months it took for an idea to germinate, waiting in quiet expectation as the painting crystallized in her mind's eye. 'I know what I'm going to do before I begin, and if there's nothing in my head, I do nothing.'"

"She also learned not to talk about what she might paint for fear of losing her impetus."

"In the catalog she expressed the wish that everyone who saw the works of art would realized that there were many ways to see and to think, and, as a result, that each person would feel more confident in his or her own way."

"Sounding just like Stieglitz, Georgia heatedly told a reporter in 1945 that few Americans were interested in art: 'What our civilization is interested in is how much they can make out of it and how fast they can make it go.'"

"It was a common reaction for [Georgia] to be felled by exhaustion, a midwinter virus, perhaps anxiety over a show's reception, and, certainly, distaste for meeting her public."

"'There is no limitation of Europe in her,' is the way the sculptor Brancusi later put it. 'It is a force---a liberating free force.'"

"'[Georgia] is absolutely clean-cut like a crystal,' [Stieglitz] liked to say. 'They're the pure artists---I don't believe they ever put down a stroke with the idea of the public.'"

"...her individualistic painting style often made untried artists more acutely aware of how art is created through the prism of personality and helped them understand their own inner-directed artistic processes."

What Georgia said herself:
"'I don't like publicity. It embarises [sic] me...but as most people buy pictures more through their ears than their eyes---one must be written about and talked about or the people who buy through their ears will think your work no good...and won't buy---and one must sell to live."

"'I know now that most people are so closely concerned with themselves that they are not aware of their own individuality,' she later remarked. 'I can see myself, and it has helped me to say what I want to say---in paint.'"

"I know I am unreasonable about people, but there are so many wonderful people who I can't take the time to know."

"'I had gotten a lot of new ideas and was crazy to get off in a corner and try them out.'"

"'This thing that is our own is so close to you, often you never realize it's there,' [Georgia] later explained. 'I visualize things very clearly. I could think of a whole string of things I'd like to put down but I'd never thought of doing it because I'd never seen anything like it.'"

"'I don't see why we ever think of what others think of what we do---no matter who they are---isn't it enough just to express yourself?'"

"'I always have a curious sort of feeling about some of my things---I hate to show them---I am perfectly inconsistent about it---I am afraid people won't understand---and I hope they won't---and am afraid they will. Then too they will probably be all mussed up.'"

"---and the worst of it is that you must cheapen art to appeal to any mass, and your mass artists will inevitably become bad artists."

"I grew up pretty much as everybody else grows up and one day seven years ago found myself saying to myself---I can't live where I want to---I can't go where I want to---I can't do what I want to---I can't even say what I want to---. School and things that painters have taught me even keep me from painting as I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to and say what I wanted to when I painted as that seemed to be the only thing I could do that didn't concern anybody but myself---that was nobody's business but my own."

"I still like the way I see things best."

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