Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Recently I started looking at the photo, and I began remembering it from childhood books, describing the characters of the stories I was reading.
I find myself needing to be just that - courageous. However until I honestly feel it, I will fake it. My red cape will help.
Monday, January 24, 2011
A fabulous "escape destination" for those of us who live in the frozen land of Chicago, is Garfield Park Conservatory. It's a wonderful oasis of lush tropical plants and flowers that transport me out of the deep freeze and into the warm, misty rain forest. Cabin Fever is not good for the soul and this place is an instant lift. G.P.C. here I come.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
This is a mixed media composition of found metal, wood, copper, beads, string and napkin rings. Plywood is wrapped with an old feedbag and I assemble the "tiles" on top.
Because I worked as a graphic artist for many years designing catalogs, it's never my intention to create realistic art. Although these arrangements may remind me of real life things,
they come from purely abstract thoughts.
Instead of buying souvenirs, I usually come home from trips with a Ziplock bag filled with odd pieces of metal I found on the sidewalks.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I noticed there were lots of coffee cans in my studio filled with junk. After they were covered with canvas, and sewn, copper pipe was used for a handle and they were decorated with the junk originally found in them.
They started selling really well at art fairs and I started drinking way too much coffee.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I needed a "Thinking of you" card and honestly I rarely make cards. Sounds silly because I am surrounded by art materials. But this time I grabbed a stiff sheet of hand made paper and a fabric patch and started punching holes. The inside message was printed on the 'puter since my handwriting is unreliable. It's a good idea for me to have a few of these on hand. Lately there are lots of people I am thinking about...
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Having a hard time getting stuff done today. It's a sad day. Feel like I want to stuff myself with something decadent or alcoholic. Think I'll stick to decadent...like chocolate and a really good cappuccino. My idea of comfort food.
But them again, a really good Cosmopolitan would chill me out.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
This is a sketch for a mural panel that will hang in the playroom of Brooke and Collin's house, my clients in Iowa. It will be a series of three - animals, a town scene and the third topic is yet to be determined. I am not an illustrator, but I have enough drawing skills in me from my days as a catalog designer to get by. I will post the color version when it's completed. Sorry for the overlap on the right side. This blog site is really the pits.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
This past summer a friend of mine asked me to paint a rain barrel for her church auction. There were a number of them on display downtown. Most of them were sweet, with flower themes or images of town scenes.
I am not a realistic painter. I work in the abstract. But luckily a “vision” appeared in my head. A vessel. A Mexican water vessel. I have no idea where the Mexican theme came from.
Oh yeah. Maybe I do. I was sitting outside of Cafe Amano drinking a margherita...
I love to start something new. It makes some people feel uncomfortable, but I welcome the squirm of anticipation and I look forward to the endless possibilities it creates. One thing leads to another. So who knows what will happen because I started this blog today.
Lately, I have been wanting to have a bigger life and so I am asking for it. These past few years have taught me one thing for sure. All you have to do is ask for "it". Now the funny part is, you have no idea in which form it will come to you. I know it sounds unrealistic and silly. But be aware, I am never afraid of being unrealistic or silly. It's my life story. I am an artist.
With this blog I wish to inspire and share. No political views or advice on how to have the perfect life. If anything, I will share my imperfect, haphazard, let's give it a try approach. So here goes.
FYI: Bula is a word of welcome on the islands of Fiji, a place my father loved very much.