A dear friend who is a seamstress gave me a blanket, which my granddaughter immediately coveted.
So I asked my friend to make a blanket for her, saying I would of course pay her. She said she would love to make one but would like a painting in return. She took C. shopping to pick out material and showed her the space where the painting would hang.
The granddaughter’s painting; she doesn’t title her work:
And a bonus painting I did for the friend, sort of deconstructing the colors in the larger piece.
Since we got starting painting, she did a couple of paintings and “framed” them with duct tape:
Finally, I did a small painting. Its title: “The title of this painting is not ‘Purple Rain.'”
I haven’t posted the cards from the spring iHanna swap yet because I’ve received only nine. I’m hoping #10 is coming from Bora Bora or Australia or some other very faraway place.
Yesterday started out as a down day for me. So, after wrangling the checkbook into agreement with the bank statement, I had a playdate with myself–streaming classical music and jazz and painting for a few hours.
I rarely paint rocks because I think rocks are beautiful as nature made them, but this one inspired me. I still think it was better in its natural state, but there you go.
Here it is placed on the wall of the studio, along with the first and second in the “cosmic” series, “Creation” and “Evolution.” (All are acrylic on masonite.) The first is dated 1979, the second 1980, so it took me an awfully long time to complete the cycle.
I’m excited to be getting back to art at all. Next I want to start making postcards again.
Started last fall, this painting turned out to be tougher than I imaged from the original pastel sketch that inspired it:
And the holidays got in the way, followed by husband’s surgeries (three) and normal life with a 10-year-old granddaughter, who lives with us, and a dog, and all the other activities that keep me away from art.
The smaller one was also supposed to be a preliminary sketch, but I finished it after working out the color challenges on the large one. The color blending was difficult, especially at the boundary between yellow and violet, which (as I know from art school) are complimentary colors and, when mixed, turn neutral–beige.
The titles are homage to Carl Sagan.
The paintings are for sale. They are brighter than they photograph. Email me at email@example.com if interested.
Only one painting again last week. Actually there was another, but it was a graduation gift (a 4×4-inch canvas, requested by the grad’s mom, so that the young woman will have a sort of “quilt” of small canvases to take to school). I neglected to shoot a picture of it, but it’s a lot like this one, and will be A.’s own private piece of art.
This is the first of a series of “B(l)oom” (A’s little painting is “B(l)oom” zero) the title being a play on “bloom” and “boom,” take your pick (or do both). The next will be on square canvas as I continue to explore my longtime love for explosive color.
Must get back to finishing some cards for the postcard swap that starts May 1.
Just one painting this week, but considering it was catch-up time after spring break travel, I’m pretty happy about it.
I’m working on post cards now, having signed up for the spring iHanna swap coming up in early May. I need 10 cards by the end of April, but I already have a couple in the works.
You know how you can be chugging along just fine and life is great, then suddenly the poop starts flying and hits the fan?
But once in a while things just go all to heck, and for some reason I’ve been converting the poop energy into paint and slopping it on canvas. Along with knitting and cleaning, it’s therapeutic.
… and it’s untitled, but for the first time in weeks I have made some art. Another painting, started before major life changes took up my focus, time and energy, is in progress. I’ll get back to that, but this one just came in a rush. (See my other blog to see what has taken up my time and energy.)
No post cards for a while, but I hope to get back to mail art again when my new routine settles down.