Painting is just another way of keeping a diary – – Pablo Picasso

So, its still raining…and I extended my ‘exercise’ by working on more collage pieces today.

I guess its true that most of the art we make is a self-portrait in some sense of the word …but I just never really thought about it in the literal sense so much.

This piece was inspired by a model in a catalog who looks nothing at all like me – but three people have already asked me if this is a picture of me.

Isn’t that interesting.

Making the model resemble me in some way was definitely not my intention, nor could I have pulled it off even if it had been, I’m not a realist painter – I’m barely a painter at all!  And anyway… this collage uses the actual image of the model – I only embellished it a bit!

I guess the expression of some part of me must have come through somehow.

Art is so cool.

Running with Scissors

And paint, and paper, and glue.

It rained most of the day.  I think it rained most of the day, just about everywhere today…and I decided to stay indoors and entertain myself by seeing what I could come up with by using the supplies I had on hand.

This collage is on 9×12 watercolor paper and I was inspired by a clothing catalog and various ephemera that I keep in (multiple) boxes. I can’t throw away anything that I think may have some artistic merit (i.e. almost everything) – the hardest part was deciding on what to use.

But I was glad to have the choices I had on hand as it made me realize I don’t always have to run out to buy (yet another) tool, book or art supply.

The words came from a poem by Mary Oliver…by I dissected it and pieced it together a little differently.

It was a good exercise.

Purple Rain

I’ve been giving names to all my Encaustic pieces lately.

Usually this process is very spontaneous and I never have to think about it for very long. Its almost as if they name themselves.

“Purple Rain” was one of those times.

(created after the wild fire outbreak in Colorado this summer)

There’s a Place…

There’s a place where the town ends,

and the fields begin.

It’s not marked but the feet know it,

also the heart that is longing for refreshment

and, equally, for repose.

Someday we’ll live in the sky.

Meanwhile, the house of our lives is this green world.

The fields, the ponds, the birds.

The thick black oaks – surely they are

the invention of something wonderful.

And the tiger lilies.

And the runaway honeysuckle that no one will ever trim again.

Where is it? I ask, and then

my feet know it.

One jump, and I’m home.

Boundaries” by Mary Oliver.

Infrared photograph of a place at the edge of town – taken with my converted camera.

Think Abstractly

Think abstractly!

*I made these images while wandering around the (beautiful) Hotel Modera in Portland, Oregon (a while back)…by simply taking random shots as carelessly as possible!

The Saturday Blues

Spent most of the afternoon working in the encaustic studio (i.e. playing with molten wax) and decided I would limit my palette to only 3 colors.

I chose azure blue, titanium white and just a touch of iridescent pearl.

There was no method to my madness today …I just played.

I did break out the torch though!  I’ve been hesitant…but glad I finally did it.  I think it is my new favorite tool!

The above image is the same one – rotated for four different views.

Sometimes just looking at our work from a different perspective makes all the difference.

I am especially drawn to the last view.

I call it “Fairy of the Blue Winds

The Getaway Car

Have you ever noticed that when you’re introduced to a new idea or thought or you see something interesting or cool, that, before you know it, you see it or a reference to it everywhere you look?

I know its not just me because I hear other people say the same thing.

For instance; case in point, I bought a magazine at the airport bookstore the other day, that I rarely buy – on yoga.  I don’t do yoga. Well, I have done it before but only occasionally, so in other words; I don’t practice yoga.  But I do like the idea of yoga and (knowing me the way I do) I probably hoped that by buying this magazine something would rub off on me and cause me to start doing yoga soon.

I read an interesting article in the magazine (which I mentioned in a previous post)  that interviewed a couple of people who use yoga as one of the ways to de-stress.  One of the interviewees was the novelist Ann Patchett.  I’d never read any of her work before but found the article interesting because it talked about how beneficial yoga was and, whenever I’m considering a new, life changing habit, (which happens more times than I’d like to admit), I always need as much encouragement as possible.

Unfortunately, I’d pretty much lost interest in the whole yoga thing before the week was out.  It probably had a lot to do with fatigue but…who knows.  Anyway, I hadn’t given it much thought again until the other day when I received an email notice from Amazon about some new releases.  (Could it be that Amazon isn’t aware I check their site daily, if not multiple times a day?). Surely they know this by now.  Do they really feel they need to send me alerts?

I believe this is called up-selling; and, by the way, it works really well!

The book (a Kindle Single actually) is by Ann Patchett. Its called “The Getaway Car: A Practical Memoir – About Writing and Life”.

Not yoga.

But do you see where this is going?

The book is a wonderful, easy read and I thought I would share just a few of her words with you here. And this applies to every one of you out there – whether your art is writing, painting, photography, singing, cooking, etc., etc., etc.

What begins as something like a dream will in fact stay a dream forever unless you have the tools and the discipline to bring it out.

..Think of diamonds or, for that matter, the ever-practical coal that must be chipped out of the mine. …Why is it that we understand that playing the cello will require work but we relegate writing to the magic of inspiration?

Forgiveness. The ability to forgive oneself…because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life….I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers.

and, one more – and its important

…There are in life a few miraculous moments when the right person is there to tell you what you need to hear and you are still open enough, impressionable enough, to take it in.

Wow, yoga is beneficial! 

It introduced me to this gem of a book (which I’m not even half way through) and I didn’t even have to work up a sweat! 

So…could it be that this is one of those miraculous moments…am I open enough, impressionable enough still to take it in?

Are you?

Image taken while wandering around Seattle; Kindle Single: The Getaway Car, by Ann Patchett – you can find it on Amazon.