Friday, August 22, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
I am back in Ludlow, Vt teaching at the Fletcher Farm Art School. It is definitly starting to feel like home away from home. I have had trouble with my iPad and the internet so I haven't been able to post all week. The little building pictured below is my classroom. I just love it! The other fun thing is that the kids art camp is happening at the same time. With my own kids well on their way to adulthood, I don't get much of an opportunity to see little ones at play. I am pleased to see that jump rope has not gone out of style!
My students are wonderful. As it turns out they are all related. So the classroom dynamic can be very funny!
Today is their 4th day so they are starting to really use all their new tools and techniques. I'll post some of pictures of their work later today. Bye for now!
Sunday, July 20, 2014
So a good night's rest and a cup of strong latte this morning has made me clear headed again! I am at the Fletcher Farm Art School in Ludlow, Vt. It is a lovely place to teach. My stamping on fabric class is small so the students are moving at lightening speed! They cut and carved all day yesterday and briefly started painting. Today they can work at their leisure painting and making more stamps.
These classroom spaces are in a very large, old barn. The basket making class is next to ours. They have a large garage type door that opens up one whole side of their classroom. The road is only then yards away. I am fascinated with the view from my classroom door through the barn and across the street.
Breakfast and lunch are included with my lodging here at the farm. I didn't particularly care for yesterday's breakfast, so I headed into town this morning. Don't get me wrong, there wasn't anything wrong with the meal. I am just not much of an eggs and sauage kind of Gal.
At first it looked like Dunkin Donuts might be my only option. But then I discovered an adorable little coffee shop. I had the most srumptious sour cream coffee cake and my lattee. It was perfect! Plus I was totally charmed by the shop.
I'll be back here at the farm for my 5 day Textile Paint Extraviganza class in just a few short weeks.
Have a great day!
Saturday, July 19, 2014
I am in Ludlow, Vt right now teaching stamp making for textiles. It is a great place and a great class. But I just can't get my photos to import to mt iPad. So I give up!
I am so tired. So off I go to bed.
I'll post tomorrow after I get home. Hope you are all having agreat weekend. It is simply gorgeous here in Southern New England.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
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Tuesday, July 1, 2014
I decided to use my pear stencil. I had just cut it with my new Cameo Silouhette die cut machine.
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|This is the full piece. |
The bottom half is what I started stitching and painting on.
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The rest are details of the bottom half in process.
That's it for now.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Okay. So here I am in Maine - my last day before heading home to my beloved Masaachusetts. The sun is shinning gloriously, the air is cool and filled with the scents of ocean roses and sea salt.
This morning, as I was still lying in bed I wondered - if I were a realist painter how I would paint the fire in the ocean that was the reflection of the rising sun? I felt grateful that I am indeed not a realist painter and could simply lie back and marvel at the visual mysterious of this earth.
Several days ago I finished reading the book "The Sparrow" by Mary Dorian Russell. I have to take back all that I said. It is so worth reading. It has taken me awhile to digest it all - taken me a while to figure out why I was actually grateful to finish it. I read the interview with the author an d that helped a lot. It is an important book. Here is a quote from Entertainment Weekly - "Smooth storytelling and gorgeous characterization...Important novels leave deep cracks in our beliefs, our prejudices, and our blinders. The Sparrow is one of them."
I have learnt this week that I can make great progress on a project when I bring just one. I hope to continue in some way this practice when I am in the studio. Many people are constantly starting new projects because there is a certain thrill in starting something new as opposed to the druggery of trying to bring something to fruition. It is not unlike the thrill of a new relationship, as opposed to the supposed boredom of everyday life. For me the problem is too many ideas, along with the varied and different deadlines that face me on a given day. I realize now after this simple week that my practice of keeping all the projects I am working on out on tables or hanging on my design board while I work on one, may be overwelming me. If I had a large enough studio to keep them all in working mode it might work, or even if I had the room for 2 different design boards. But given the studio I have now I find that I am constantly moving things around to make room for the current, most relevant project. Wih every move and new pile of things I make I find that their state of incompletion ways heavy on me. I know what I have to do and what I want to do, I just don't have the time.
I think that when I return to my studio next week, I will try leaving out only the project I currently have to face for a deadline and a second project I can contemplate. Everything else gets put away or not even started. Jotting done ideas and sketches will be allowed. And of course my 15 minutes a day in my art journal.
This is the current state of my Gustov Klimt needle point kit. Maya Angelou is half read.
And the ocean is calling out to me for a final walk by the water's edge.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
I am turning to Maya Angelou's book because even though I have read all of her poetry books, I have not read any of her autobiographical works. Her recent death saddened me greatly. So it is a kind of personal homage to her that I read this book now. Her voice echoes in my head. Her rich tones and careful, slow selection of words that punctuate the air.
Tonight the setting sun cast a beautiful, long grey, pink cast to the sea. It's beauty was subtle and almost meloncholy.
I always thought I would live out the end of my days by the sea, but my husband has turned me into a woods woman of sorts. It makes me giggle a little that after 20 years I still don't know the names of the trees, but I can tell you the shape of their leaves, the color and texture of their bark and the many shades of green they turn from early spring to deep into late fall. I can point out to you which are healthy, as well as those that perhaps do not have many years left. In just several days I will return to the woods, my busy life, the studio and the glorious acts of creativity I hope to accomplish.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
My family is now all settled in for the week on the coast of Maine. Every year we rent the same cottage. Every year I wonder which of my growing boys will not be able to make it next year and thus will relish every minute I have with them. This year even the eldest son, who happens to live and work in this area, took the week off from work.
Yesterday, I worked right up to the last possible moment and threw together a few things when the kids were practically already in the car.
I actually take very little these days - a few clothes, a camera for family snapshots, the book I am in the progcess of reading and a needlepoint kit. Some people thing it strange that I would work on a kit. But the goal here is to rest my brain as well as my body. So I don't sketch, draw out plans for the next big project or even take artful photographs. When I was little my Dad used to say that I had an idea a minute. A slight exageration but not really too far from the truth. My brain always seems to be in over drive. So this is almost a form of meditation really.
When we arrived and as soon as I got out of the car, I saw an interesting flowering plant. The leaves were so much tinier then the flowers. It was an interesting design concept. So I started an immediate and almost uncontrollable train of thoughts that I would come back later to draw it. When I remembered that I did not bring any drawing tools with me, so I thought I would come back with my camera. But I am not going to do that either. This is supposed to be a time to visually live in the present. To simply experience what I see.
I believe strongly that as a visual artist there comes a time when I need to replenish my internal, visual bank. I can' t really do that well if I am always interpreting and reinterpreting what I see, the moment after I have seen it. I also see this as a time of mental and verbal reflection.
Working on a needlepoint kit keeps my hands doing what they need to do, but my brain is not trying to figure out if what they are making has value or if it has a design flaw. It occurs to me that perhaps if my style of creating art was to completely design something before making it, I might not need this time. But my method of creating is fluid and has a tendency to evolve as a work.
Plus I happen to really enjoy needlepoint and love the end results! Something about the texture and simmetry of the stitches appeals to me. This kit is a take off on a Gustov Klimt painting. Here's photo. I'll get closer later after I have more finished.
This is the view from the couch in the living room of the cottage we rent.
Oh, and the book I am reading is The Sparrow by Mary Dorian Russell. It has an interesting story line, hitting on many interesting ethical questions, Although it doesn't really address any of them and there isn't much to say about the actual writing - how the words are put together. It I isn't lyrical. But I am totally drawn to the characters.