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Summer Breeze…

With coffee in hand, I am sitting outside waiting for rain. Just a sprinkle to cool down the scorching heat of summer. Still in my night clothes at 3 p.m. And trying to get motivated, I tolerate the heat outside on my back porch, private and green, flourishing plant life from these summer showers. Herb garden is plush and fruitful. Vegetables, not-so much. The summer was too extreme and each new leaf withered without bearing anything yummy. The one puny, green tomato that endured was maliciously snitched from me by a hungry fruit rat. Under my watchful eyes, a mere 20 feet away, the slinky critter plucked it and ran into the night. I think I heard it laughing at me… My nurturing efforts were abolished in one clean sweep from this bandit. At least the caterpillars have abandoned the basil for now and caprese salad is abundant. We are now a gluten-free household and even though I miss my Saltiness, we are glad for the rain to nourish the herbs and flowers, making the temperature and the stagnant breeze a bit sweeter.

My studio has remained unoccupied for months and it looks as sad as I am for abandoning it. The unfinished work stares at me each day as I peek in to jog some inspiration and motivation. Thoughts are brewing and ideas are abound. Energy is at an all time low. The mundane household duties have over run my time, mixing in with somewhat mandatory social engagements and work that actually pays the bills.

This is the week, though, that breaks the cycle. Things are coming to fruition and time will be allotted to unleash the creative flow again. It seems I’ve painted everything except canvas these past few months, and even as I admire the newness of the media room, kitchen and front bathroom, it fails to fulfill any artistic need. The living room will come together soon, as scheduled, but will definitely come behind time in my lonely studio. A garage sale is in order here to alleviate the clutter bogging down our energy. I believe we have just too much furniture, for when we are in our creative mode we have the fewest guests to utilize it. My adoration of antique chairs must be squelched for my own good!

For tonight, work is scheduled for me and Nolen’s melodies will fill the house while I am gone. I will plan tomorrow’s clutter resolution for a productive weekend with my oils and brushes. Dinner is in the oven and I am 3 tall cups into a pot of coffee. Ready, set, go!

Summer Season of Change

Summer feels like it is here…hot, hot and more hot days.  Tomatoes are nestling in the Topsy Turvey, herbs are abundant, jasmine is in full bloom.  Last year’s sunflowers are poking up towards the sun and spatterings of clouds.  The sun is scorching and I am desperately trying not to get a farmers tan to go along with my outdoor nurturing of new blossoms.

My babies- the human ones are nearing preschool and it will be a sad but welcomed time, for my studio calls and I am perpetually drained of energy for all else but nursery rhymes and the beckons of sticky mouths.  Their cherub faces will belong to other teachers, caregivers and their real Mommy and Daddy.  I have found a way, though, to keep them close to heart and home for myself to cherish, as they are subjects for my newest series.  They will always be my babies – too.

On other pages of my tot-filled brain is the note that I neglected to post pictures of the last ukulele bag I completed last summer.  Uggh.  That chapter closed months ago with my blogging pages and intellectual thought.  I forgive myself in between silent recitation of “Goodnight Moon” verses and Barney tunes.   I will post today the wave bag I finished and relinquished last summer.  A timely post for the upcoming season of sun, beaches and abundant scorn from Mother Nature.

I have a day planned to the fullest with errands and sunblock before I can retire to my brushes and oils for some air conditioning and reconditioning of my Barney brain.

Big Wave

New Work

I am back in cyber-circulation, folks.  It has been many, many months and my thoughts have been a whirlwind of chaos over my head.  Last year went out and the new year came in quietly, shuffling in wearing fuzzy slippers.  Now, though, the overdue inspiration is flooding into my quiet space and creativity is abound!  My senses are alert and every waking hour I am dreaming of putting brush to canvas,  unnamed colors mixed on my palette, the smells of oils and turpentine.

I have little time actually in the studio, for life calls for my attention – loudly.  I have begun, though, to ignore the beckoning somewhat, to deal with the allure of my dreams.  My studio is lively again, smelling of those rich studio smells mixed with coffee – and fabric softener  (by day, it poses as a laundry room for my domestic alter ego).   I have started a new series of figurative work while working on some nature pieces I started a while back.   I have abandoned the encaustic projects I was working on last summer, as my studio lacks good enough ventilation and lighting over the work table.   I have traded ventilation for space – this may be the reason for the creative flood going on here…

I have been working more with glazes for this series and am having a lot of fun allowing myself more room for color experimentation.  The drying time in-between glazes allows me to go back and forth between paintings, creating continuity in movement, color and style.   I am looking for a softer finish and richer depth of color in this series as compared to the bolder  impasto style in my last few paintings.  The figures I am using will benefit more from a softer stroke and color palette, focusing on the expressions of the figures and what they are conveying to the viewer.  I will post images soon.

Week of reflection

Well, it has been a couple of weeks since I last posted, so I must take a few minutes to type and update my blog on my time of rest and reflection.  The ukulele gig bags went to NAMM last week and I will begin a new one when delivered – probably this weekend sometime.  The 3 completed for the show seemed to be well received and hopefully will prove marketability.  I will post pictures of the show when they arrive.

My architectural abstract piece is still in the works, awaiting the architectural components to be incorporated within the next week or so.  I have found a  reference to use that will bring the composition to the desired emotive completion, as I chose to do this project upon moving back to where I grew up.  Unsure of whether my heart was here when moving, the landmarks here caused a wave of nostalgia and memories, peaceful and traumatic.  The energy is still here of my childhood and can not be ignored as long as I am here.  The work has slowed a bit, though, as my studio fan self-destructed last week, causing drying time in the immense Florida humidity to go very ssssllllllowly.

I have the perfect reference in hand for the next portrait piece, so brush will be put to canvas this next week for that project.  It took some searching to locate the photo, as it was shot a few years back.  I have wanted to utilize it further for some time, this being the opportunity I was waiting for.

I have composed during the week my next few projects.  My encaustic piece will resume as soon as the larger studio area is set up with the proper ventilation.  I am eager to arrange a more productive space for working several projects simultaneously without tripping over easel legs or puppy dog tails.  My little princess likes her mommy-and-me time, but needs a pillow to perch upon that is not underfoot.

My sunflowers are beginning to bud and grow substantial stalks to support their blooms.  I am hoping to see their golden faces within the next week, welcoming me home and into their garden space.  The mockingbirds will most certainly desecrate them immediately after opening, so I will watch diligently for the arrival of their blooms.   These birds have feasted on our tomatoes and are moving toward the blackberries, even under the watch of my rubber coral snakes.  They are not afraid of them – or me.  I do believe I narrowly escaped an attack while repositioning Jake the Snake today.  I will not turn my back on them again, as I have seen what they’ve done the the squirrels in the area.  Jake must have a mate, I have decided – but later, when the birds are resting and do not see us coming.

Ukuleles, popsicles and google

[slideshow]I finished the ukulele case I was working on this Memorial Day weekend.  I am pleased with the results – I think it’s pretty.  A little different than my last work and refreshing.   Spring has sprung and I am digging the flowers and greenery everywhere – for at least a few more weeks, so flowers were my choice of subject matter here.  The photo is dark – apologies.

I held true to my vow to stay in at all costs this holiday weekend.  I enjoyed the peace of home, the smell of paint in my studio and Popsicles with my beloved.   Later tonight I will water my sunflowers and hope to not disturb the garter snake that has claimed my back yard.  She visits me every evening before dusk, poking her head above the grass to stare me down for a moment, then goes on her way toward the garden again.  My yard is also home to a beautiful scarlet king snake that nearly gave me a heart attack the other night as she slithered up next to me and right under my picnic table -near my shoes.  Who can remember the poem when face-to-face with a possible coral snake?  That’s right – not me.  I will never forget it now – Red touch yellow, kill a fellow.  Head of black, get back.  Anyway, thank you, Lorie for saving my life with the all powerful google.

Memorial day

I have been in my studio this weekend working on a ukulele case – yes, that is what I said.  Who plays ukuleles, you ask – well apparently a whole lot of talented folks, giving me a bit of commission work.  Anyway, I am pleased with the results, although not completely sure it is exactly what the client had in mind…  It is quite striking, but maybe a little less androgynous than what was expected from me.   I haven’t a good space for flat work and my neck is cursing me.  I will not paint the next one in my studio.  It would be done yesterday if I didn’t stop nearly every 20 minutes to straighten up and walk it off – and have a snack and coffee.  Once disturbed from my task, it seems as though coffee is the answer to all ailments.

It was 98 degrees in the shade at my house today.  Really.  I will not be going anywhere for the holiday.  Nothing will take me from the coolness of my home to face the sticky heat outside, sticky hot- seats in my car and the scorching sun baking me inside of my car like a calzone in a brick oven.  It’s popsicles and a movie at home with Baby.

Bob

“Bob” is finally finished and I’m very pleased with the final results.  I will post an image tomorrow of this latest piece.  It is complete a little later than I was hoping, as life seems to be determined to get in the way of my plans every chance it gets.  Even so… I am done and moving on to my next project.  I am working on my encaustic piece this next week with hopes to finish it and post images mid-month.  I am in the studio for the remainder of the evening, with windows open wide and the wind ushering in to me the sweetness of jasmine wrapped up in each balmy gust.

Spring Celebration

Beltane, May Day – whatever you want to call it…  motivated a planting last week of sunflowers, poppies, marigolds and lavender.  Unfortunately, “Bob” was delayed a couple of days for the spring planting.  I have excused myself, though, as Grandma would always prioritize these things as well.  The Maypole was tethered in colorful, spring-hued ribbons every year, while the Madonna was crowned in fresh-cut flowers with blooms strewn all about her.  It was spring.  It was always a celebration.

I have no Maypole or Madonna, and the celebration is seemingly uneventful – but not forgotten or celebrated with a planting of SOMEthing.  It is the spirit of Grandma that reminds me and keeps it special, even in the busiest of times.  The urge to sow springs to the surface and inspires a planting before all other projects, cleaning or dinner plans.  It will be done before May 1st to ensure blooms, sprouts and regeneration begins on time.

“Bob” is coming along and should be complete this evening.  I did not rush through to finish it by the months end, as planned.  The importance of the deadline was overshadowed by Beltane planting.   Without the rush, when “Bob” is complete I will be able to post a painting I am proud of.  As for my garden – Grandma would be proud.

Sisyphus in the Studio…

Sometimes something completely unexpected and out of your control occurs that makes you realize how quickly life can get really out of control.  You then realize how very unimportant some things are which were so huge before, and just how big the little things really are.   I have been way-layed a bit, and feeling a bit like Sisyphus.  In other words, life has been kicking my ass.   Not to worry… I have re-focused; re-wound my biological clock.  No – I am not talking about having babies, here – just re-prioritizing a few things, manufacturing an importance of order and simplicity over perpetual investment.   Sounds way cooler, to me.

I am still working on “Bob” – my latest painting.  I have not put brush to canvas in weeks, now and I miss it.  I still have a pool of dried paint and medium on my palette, left from my last studio encounter.  Scraping it down will be rewarding – an act of metaphorical existence; a fresh start to this project started before my lapse in studio time; a new execution of an old commitment.   I will render this painting done by the month of May, if I am persistent in my work.  Wish me luck, friends.  I really look forward this piece – I feel I have captured something rare in this one and I will be excited to see the final phase in sight.

Saturday studio

It is Friday night and I’m worn out from the week.  I have not been to the open drawing studio at the Morean Art Center in a couple weeks, unfortunately… but, I am definitely going tomorrow.  I miss the unbroken block of work time offered, even though I struggle with going to the classroom-like atmosphere.  I need this time tomorrow.  I need to focus.  I have been slacking in my own studio a bit, for my week is full of truly exhausting tasks and my Temperpedic bed is just so snuggley during this arcane  Florida winter.   And I’m still looking for a Quiller wheel to play with….

You’d think that my warm, snuggley, Temperpedic bed would allow me to focus and read some of the library books I brought home over a month ago.   It really is an evil entity, beckoning my sore bag of bones to sink down into it, eating  popcorn and watching dvds of Charmed and old, black and white movies.   I renewed my stock of books last Saturday (instead of going to the art center) and still haven’t cracked open but half of them.  I LOVE reading, but focus is hard to come by these days.  Must work on that.  Maybe its my house-wear – cozy, fuzzy slippers and flannel jammies –  that keeps me from seeing the light of day?  hmmmmm.