process – day 2 – plus “we see with memory”
Here you see my fat soybeans. They are bulbous after a night of soaking. After blending them and squeezing them to produce the soy milk, I then use my deer hair brush to apply the soymilk. The reason for that particular brush is so I can apply the soymilk evenly – not like a house […]
process – while considering “all art is political”
Here you can see my soybeans sitting in a bowl with water, ready to soak overnight. Next to them are 2 of my deer hair brushes (hand made in Japan). They will be used after I blend the soaked soybeans, squeeze the liquid out through a cotton cloth – and have on hand a bowl […]
going south
Can you see that drip on the window? Rain drops. Some southern temperature is reaching up north here to New Hampshire. As a child, I grew up in Virginia. I loved the South. Every summer, my mother (from Boston) would take the family up North. When I spoke to an adult, I had to learn […]
support
I wake up in the morning and look out at the skim of light in the distance – I feel supported by the darkness, the solid bed on the solid earth, and recognize that anchor line of the horizon. I can’t see anything but the first rays of light, but I have my bearings. It’s […]
warm heart
What’s sensuality without a warm heart? May your 2017 be filled with all your heart’s desires: peace, fullfilment, love, wildly fun times, unexpected joy, total irreverence, and … oh, did I mention chocolate?
sensuality
Look at this snow. Look how it drapes and smooths and sculpts the shapes that can carry it’s load. It’s deliciously sensual. It’s deliciously inspirational. And the timing? Right when it’s the moment to consider the resolution for 2017. I think the message is VERY CLEAR: 2017: all about sensuality. Be sensual. All the time. […]
white. white?
morning lake lake at noon late afternoon lake What color is white anyway? Quintessentially white snow teases me endlessly. The forecast is for loads of this white stuff. I kind of live “up there”. Not “up there” for local New Hampshire folk who get away 2 hours’ drive north of here. But this place is […]
contrast
What is quiet without a little hustle/bustle/noise and ridiculousness as interruption? What is all that whiteness outside without the black pup, white-ish pup and smiling Hunter? Not to mention that art – being knocked about midst it all. Yay for contrast! (and for the Christmas tree)
background defines
As an artist, I sometimes encounter these delicious flashes, an “a-ha!” revelation. For example, I remember the specific time when I was doing a drawing of a chair, and I realized that if I filled in the background surrounding it, charcoaled in all that space – what’s left is the chair, defined by its background. […]
either and
Footprints. On the lake side, there is the sweet mink dropping by. Don’t you love the delicacy? On the other side, evidence of… me and the 2 pooches. Big difference. But then, these 2 little beings bring me a lot of love and joy. I take the invitation from the mink – let me be […]
