I am enjoying this surprising series of little painting experiments.
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Fall/Halloween Open Studios
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
Friday, August 22, 2014
Painting Cats
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had several cat dreams. The dreams involved fun adventures with my tortoise shell cat, Loma. In the dreams Loma did everything with nonchalance and aplomb. And the outstanding thing was, she could communicate with me telepathically.
In the best dream Loma was swimming underwater in our fish bowl. Her fur was floating around her. It was such a great image I had to do a painting. It is the only painting that still survives from my 10 year hiatus. (I think I attempted about five or six.) The painting hangs in my daughter's room.
Later, I read that because of a high degree of formality and reserve in 17th Century Japan, people could not be direct about certain things, especially with the opposite sex. So, male doctors developed an odd way of determining whether a woman was pregnant or not. The doctor would ask the patient if she was having dreams about cats!!!
Ha! So there I was, unwittingly, three centuries later, a perfect patient for the 17th Century. It just goes to show, you can take the lady out of Japan, but you can't take the Japan out of the lady.
This is Mei Mei. She is my friend, MBK's cat that just passed away. Mei Mei is kicking my butt. My only explanation is that cat's planes are all soft. They are not as sculptural as dogs. They start out kind of soft, but the longer I paint, and I like to really paint stuff to death, the softness eventually turns into concrete. I have scraped the whole thing off twice so far.
Poor Mei Mei.
In the best dream Loma was swimming underwater in our fish bowl. Her fur was floating around her. It was such a great image I had to do a painting. It is the only painting that still survives from my 10 year hiatus. (I think I attempted about five or six.) The painting hangs in my daughter's room.
Later, I read that because of a high degree of formality and reserve in 17th Century Japan, people could not be direct about certain things, especially with the opposite sex. So, male doctors developed an odd way of determining whether a woman was pregnant or not. The doctor would ask the patient if she was having dreams about cats!!!
Ha! So there I was, unwittingly, three centuries later, a perfect patient for the 17th Century. It just goes to show, you can take the lady out of Japan, but you can't take the Japan out of the lady.
"Mei Mei" |
This is Mei Mei. She is my friend, MBK's cat that just passed away. Mei Mei is kicking my butt. My only explanation is that cat's planes are all soft. They are not as sculptural as dogs. They start out kind of soft, but the longer I paint, and I like to really paint stuff to death, the softness eventually turns into concrete. I have scraped the whole thing off twice so far.
Poor Mei Mei.
version 2 getting better |
version 1 Yikes!!! |
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
Dancing In The Moonlight
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Things Are Improving… For Now
Since my last blog post, painting has been getting better. I had about four paintings going there for awhile. Here are three of them. Two I am going to tentatively say are finished.
The first one is a re-working of "Taco Star". I don't know what the hoop is about. I just like that kinda of stuff. However, when it appears, I usually let myself get talked outof keeping it. But I am keeping this one. It is nice and weird.
"Taco Star" |
This one was once a florally red thing from ten years ago. It is undergoing a change. There are ghost images and new images. |
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Bad Summer For Painting
My painting this summer sucks. In the spring I started reworking this painting. I was enjoying it immensely. I loved it for a long time. Then I went to Lanai. When I got back, I decided that I needed to loosen it up. (I must have had an island hangover and was feeling loosie goosie) Now, I think this piece is headed south. It is on it's way to oblivion.
Landscapes are simpler. There is a beginning a middle and most important, an end. These paintings, which I've been calling "collages" for want of a better name, because they are not really "collages," are more experimental. I have averaged a 75% failure rate, (maybe more) with these "collage" experiments. So the ones that I finish give me a thrill.
I can't decide which way to hang it either. I like it both ways, vertical and horizontal.
I don't think it is entirely a goner yet. (I think there are still a few more days to keep flogging it to death.) : )
Image 1 |
Image 2 |
Image 3 |
Image 4 |
Last version, so far... |
Landscapes are simpler. There is a beginning a middle and most important, an end. These paintings, which I've been calling "collages" for want of a better name, because they are not really "collages," are more experimental. I have averaged a 75% failure rate, (maybe more) with these "collage" experiments. So the ones that I finish give me a thrill.
I can't decide which way to hang it either. I like it both ways, vertical and horizontal.
I don't think it is entirely a goner yet. (I think there are still a few more days to keep flogging it to death.) : )
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Honeymoon In Lanai
Lanai is full of wildlife. As I unloaded the washer machine yesterday a 7 inch centipede flopped out with the towels. I couldn't help screaming my head off for about ten seconds, before I realized it was dead. Then I screamed somemore thinking about how I probably almost touched it loading the machine! As you know those things are vicious. One attacked and bit Tom last year. It seemed like the pain was excruciating and lasted all day.
If you want to see it, I'll send you a pic, but it was way tooooo scary to post a picture. I didn't want anyone to faint. I almost lose my mind just thinking about it. I have it in my studio still, under a jar, in case it is playing possum. Let me know if you know a kid that wants it for their collection of scary stuff.
Though I arrived to a house with kitchen drawers full of gecko poop, red dust on everything, so that Tom and I had to spend 3 hours on cleaning the first night, it is great to be here.
If you want to see it, I'll send you a pic, but it was way tooooo scary to post a picture. I didn't want anyone to faint. I almost lose my mind just thinking about it. I have it in my studio still, under a jar, in case it is playing possum. Let me know if you know a kid that wants it for their collection of scary stuff.
New out door shower |
palette |
our new power pole |
papayas in our yard. (someone usually picks them before I can) |
view out my studio window |
here is what it looks like in the neighborhood. |
Though I arrived to a house with kitchen drawers full of gecko poop, red dust on everything, so that Tom and I had to spend 3 hours on cleaning the first night, it is great to be here.
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