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.
Not that I put myself in the illustrious company in the Salon des Refusés show, which was for artists whose work was refused by the establishment: a few obscure artists like Manet, Pissaro and Cézanne.
But I thought it would be fun to share a few pieces that didn’t make it into my gallery show at the Alternative Space Gallery at the First UU Church of Austin.
I am delighted to have my work in a solo show, and once I get some photos from the opening I will post some of those.
iHanna’s fall postcard swap was a great success this year–I received all 10 cards during November. Here they are, in no particular order.
Next: I’m still painting, but with holidays, upcoming design work for Paradox Players and having a rambunctious nine-year-old in the house, it goes slowly. As my therapist says: it’ll wait for me to get back to it.
As crazy as this fall has been, with adjusting to new beings in my life (updates on my other blog soon) and a trip, I squeezed in the iHanna postcard swap. Fortunately I had a small supply saved, so I had to make only a few. Here’s what was sent out at the end of October.
This was a repeat of a previous card:
I have started receiving cards, so I’ll post them after I’ve received all 10.
… 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.
Not too much output yet this summer, for the usual reasons. Here’s this week’s work. Apparently I’m into hot colors. Happy July!
The above began as the first version of “Orange, red, purple,” but it wasn’t working so I just played around with images until it became rather whimsical. (I rarely just give up and call a piece a failure–of course there have been some–but I usually try to push through until I get something pleasing or, if all else fails, fun.) I also just realized that each of these four pieces was an attempt to express the same idea, and “Orange, red, purple,” is the closest fulfillment of that vision. Also the simplest and quickest (and last) one. That’s often the way art is. It works best when you quit trying so hard.
Received a nice packet from Honi in New York state, including the scan of a weave, and the dear little purple envelope with butterflies on it and a tiny handmade book inside.
Since my output has been low because of travel, illness and child care, I’ll let the kid take over this post. She filled some of the backseat hours with writing and art, and she’s developing an interesting style with drawing people. When I was somewhat older than she is (she’s eight), I was interested in fashion illustration, and I love her elegant gown designs, what she’s doing with hair, and the enormous eyes.
My favorite, with a long train:
As I prepare for summer busyness with travel and grandchildren, here is my recent skimpy output, plus a card from my granddaughter. One other card was submitted to Postcard Poems and Prose, so I’ll save it to link to that site, should it happen. My lame excuse is a big birthday week and the excitement of reviewing a lifetime’s art output for a gallery show in November.
If you’ve been following the news in Central Texas, you know the drought is over, and there have been catastrophic and tragic floods, with people losing homes and lives. We are on a hill and we’re fine, dry, safe and grateful.
That’ll probably be it for a while. Happy summer!