Autumn Moon

Autumn Moon

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Brain on Nature or Nature on The Brain..........

Last night my sleep was disturbed. I tossed and turned, woke, all to often. What dreams I had were very intense and vivid. Thoughts just going, going, going and then the odd feeling........ you just KNOW somethings going on or about to happen ( good or not ). Much like animals with weather. Maybe it's due to transition.

I want to thank those who have e-mailed me about my Yule cards. With everything that's going on it is very refreshing to have conversations as well as orders for them. I miss the days when I had great conversations on all sorts of art topics. Speaking of ART....I will be in an Mail Art Exhibit at the Atelier Deux Mondes in Metz France. The theme for the exhibit is TWO WORLDS. and it can be viewed at the Gallery blog from October 2008 thru April 2009 ( I will post link when the exhibit opens ).
I have done several of these before and they are always a fun and challenging experience. The challenge for me is to create on such a small surface ( 5" x 7" largest ). I am looking forward to seeing other artists versions of the Two Worlds theme.
I am also doing the Painting Cans Show in Madrid, Spain. I like this one just as much as the mail art show, since it's crushed cans with pull tabs, that are painted and then sent to the Gallery/Space. I will post this link at a later date as well ( the site is under construction at the moment).
The image shown is from when I lived in Olympia. It is a tree that's right outside, but I used a photo program to alter it. I love the way it looks like a brain. I will use it for one of my encaustics at some point.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Sanquine Shades of Autumn

I love this time of year, this fall season. I remember writing in one of my journals that I love Autumn, the way the color on peoples faces change and the crispness in the air. Soon, I will be able to make that crunchy sound of leaves. I just love this season it makes me feel perky, the baking of pies, cider and all that comes with it. I'm getting carried away there.........
I'm working on sets of original, signed & dated Yule cards. there are 12 in each series and cost $20.00 per pkg. I will mail images with an e-mailed request ( Top right sidebar ), due to the new copyright issues ( laws ) I do not wish to post them. I will be taking some to a few venues in Olympia. I want a few more retail spots and have been networking on this. I think it's called administrative work, the real time consumer :( . I would much rather be creating, of course. So any who...... I am a very disapointed football fan...... these are things that happen in sports. I have joked about giving up being a fan! ( cough, cough, wink, wink..) RIGHT!!! onto a different subject. I had the chance to see and hear ALBINO! a band from California. They were at the Eastside on 4th. WOW!! they KICKED ASS!!! I would so love to see them again.
My Son Jason will be 26 on the 26th jeeezzzz where does the time go?? AND He and my Daughter inlaw have been married a year!!
I edited my last entry since I found this really cool poem, so check it out.


Thursday, September 11, 2008

I am still only sketching, instead of just doing charcoal or graphite; I am incorporating color with pastels and colored pencils. The sketches I have done are Warhol-ish self portraits, there will be 6 8 x 11 like the portraits he did of people. One is purple, black and white (shown) another will be primary colors and one earth tones. I have not thought yet as to what the others will be.
The Because of Wichita series will be featured through the University of Mississippi Forensics Department ( Sept. 19, 08 ).
I am still sniffing my paints and brushes, like lovers attracted by scent or someone huffing glue. Makes me feel like I'm ( back ) with the love of my life. I miss painting and doing encaustic more than I have ever missed anything in my life. I am becoming depressed and just feeling down right off balance. I am reminded of something I read. ( I do not recall the author )" At the core of us, as an artist. It is in our work, by our work that we re-assemble the fragments, re-create wholeness". This statement is appropriate to the circumstances in my life.
September has always been a busy month for birthdays, etc. My Daughter Areca's, my Brother Bryan's birthday ( both on 9/15), my Son Jason's birthday on the 26th , A few other personal events, 9 – 11 and should I now include the month Tom Brady went down as well as a few other good players?. Well time for me to stop writing and finish diggin' on Cyndi Lauper The Body Acoustic. Enjoy the full moon!!
I found this on another site that I do not recall the name of. I thought I would edit my September 11, post and I am adding it. I think it's hauntingly prophetic, in it's own way.

from September 1, 1936 by W.H.Auden
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night....
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the
JustExchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Mask And Feather Dynamics

I have done some sketching while jammin' on The Beatles and now I have " I Got a Feelin' " stuck in my head. These following words surfaced.
His touch on her skin would be a mantle She could shed and put on again through the power of memory. Here on this gravel bed in the pine needle rain she let him enter her like water. The memory of this morning, his eye in hers, his movement like a tide pushing the sea against the sand of its only shore. Her body's joy was colored darker now from venture of skin on skin, might be the last one. Each image stood still besides it's own shadow. Even the warmth of his body next to her afterward was an orange brown heat she stroked with her fingers, memorizing it against the days when that space would be cold.