Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Spoon Oil
I gave my spoons some much needed love and affection
with Stephanie's wonderful spoon oil recipe.
Just sitting there early in the morning polishing wooden spoons
was incredibly relaxing and almost therapeutic, I highly recommend it :)
with Stephanie's wonderful spoon oil recipe.
Just sitting there early in the morning polishing wooden spoons
was incredibly relaxing and almost therapeutic, I highly recommend it :)
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Allan Kaprow on installation and performance
Now, I think those two words, installation and performance, mark accurately the shift in attitude toward a rejection or sense of abandonment of an experimental, modernist, position which had prevailed up to about, lets be generous, up to about 1968-1969, and began gradually becoming less and less energized. So, I think what you’re getting there is the flavor of modernist exhaustion and incidently a return to earlier prototypes, or models, of what constitutes art. And it’s no accident that the majority of most performance nowadays, there’s not much installation anymore, by the way, the majority of those performances tend to be of an entertainment, show biz, song and dance, in which the focus is on the individual as skilled presenter of something that tends to have a kind of self-aggrandizing, or at least self-focusing, purpose. It is artist as performer, much like somebody is an entertainer in a nightclub. And they’re interesting. Some of them are very good. I think Laurie Anderson is very good. She’s got all the skills that are needed in theater, which is what this is. Many others who jump on the bandwagon, coming from the visual arts, have no theatrical skills, and know zilch about the timing, about the voic about positioning, about transitions, about juxtapositions, those moment by moment occurrences in theater that would make it work. But it’s another animal, whether good or bad, from what we were doing, and I think, in general, even the good ones are a conservatizing movement.
- Allan Kaprow, 1988 (full interview is here)
Noche en la Casa Azul
A little tour at night from the outside peeking in :)
*The bird on the glass back-splash of my stove is a waterslide decal
I printed on my inkjet printer. The brand I used is Lazertran.
*The bird on the glass back-splash of my stove is a waterslide decal
I printed on my inkjet printer. The brand I used is Lazertran.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Big Bird
Largest one I've painted yet. Watercolor on 640 grs. Aquarelle Arches paper.
22" x 32" One of the most luxurious papers I've ever used. Largest one I've painted yet. Watercolor on 640 grs. Aquarelle Arches paper. 22" x 32" One of the most luxurious papers I've ever used. The company has been around for over 500 years!
I can't believe I had never used it before.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
On My Way Out The Door
My husband and I are on our way to get my father, who lives in Pennsylvania, and bring him to live here in TX near us in an assisted living facility. He doesn't want to come, he doesn't even think there's anything wrong with him, but he's being compliant and I, like a dutiful daughter, have been dismantling his old life and trying to rebuild a new one for him here. It's a dreadful task that no one should ever have to undertake, telling your parent that it's time to let you have the reins of their life.
Art is getting made, though, in almost a frenzy of anger and exhaustion. Here are two Stacked Journaling pieces I will be taking to my childhood best friend in Pennsylvania. She's terribly ill with Diabetes and could use a little brightness in her home. These small canvases in her favorite colors- green and blue- contain stacked messages of love, healing and sisterhood.
And another stacked letter to my father I'm working through in my journal before translating it to a stretched canvas.
Hope your weekend is happy and creative.
Art is getting made, though, in almost a frenzy of anger and exhaustion. Here are two Stacked Journaling pieces I will be taking to my childhood best friend in Pennsylvania. She's terribly ill with Diabetes and could use a little brightness in her home. These small canvases in her favorite colors- green and blue- contain stacked messages of love, healing and sisterhood.
And another stacked letter to my father I'm working through in my journal before translating it to a stretched canvas.
(Dear Dad: Confusion)
Hope your weekend is happy and creative.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Crafting for Courage
Margie and a small group of friends organized Crafting for Courage so I made these little ornaments to join this effort to raise money for Save the Children and their work with the littlest ones in the devastated areas of northeastern Japan.
They will be available for purchase at my Big Cartel shop tomorrow morning.
100% of the proceeds will be donated to Save the Children.
Find out other ways to help with this effort at this link.
They will be available for purchase at my Big Cartel shop tomorrow morning.
100% of the proceeds will be donated to Save the Children.
Find out other ways to help with this effort at this link.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Etsy Shop Update
Moth Cat is now available as a print at my Etsy shop.
My amazingly talented 13 year old son Daniel is now offering custom pet portraits
at my Etsy shop :) The pretty kitty above is Margie's Arwen next to her custom portrait.
Ain't she pretty with her hankie?
at my Etsy shop :) The pretty kitty above is Margie's Arwen next to her custom portrait.
Ain't she pretty with her hankie?
Dalmation portrait Daniel made from a photo in the book "Dogs" by Lewis Blackwell.
Wishing all of you in the Northern Hemisphere a very happy Spring
& my friends down south a very happy Autumn!
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Iron-On
I made the little field bag with re-purposed linen from an old apron I never used
and printed one of my watercolor moths & a butterfly onto iron-on inkjet transfer sheets made by Strathmore, trimmed the shapes and ironed them on to the front flap of the bag as directed. To finish it off I embroidered a few details on top.
A surprise gift for a friend in a land far, far away.
and printed one of my watercolor moths & a butterfly onto iron-on inkjet transfer sheets made by Strathmore, trimmed the shapes and ironed them on to the front flap of the bag as directed. To finish it off I embroidered a few details on top.
A surprise gift for a friend in a land far, far away.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
日本 Japan on my Mind
-I had a custom stone hanko seal made with the symbol for "bird" in Japanese
a few years ago and never got around to sharing it with you.
It came in that beautiful fabric covered box
with a porcelain ink plate with a blue dragon on the lid.
-I won the beautiful letterpress card with one of Margie's crochet stones in a giveaway she hosted a while back at her blog.
-The pretty kraft envelope with the stamped letter C and beautiful green stamp is from Cecilia Afonso Estevez, she's an incredibly talented artist/illustrator from Argentina whose gorgeous carved rubber stamps inspired me to start carving my own many years ago. I recommend you visit her lovely blog Flor de Papel.
a few years ago and never got around to sharing it with you.
It came in that beautiful fabric covered box
with a porcelain ink plate with a blue dragon on the lid.
-I won the beautiful letterpress card with one of Margie's crochet stones in a giveaway she hosted a while back at her blog.
-The pretty kraft envelope with the stamped letter C and beautiful green stamp is from Cecilia Afonso Estevez, she's an incredibly talented artist/illustrator from Argentina whose gorgeous carved rubber stamps inspired me to start carving my own many years ago. I recommend you visit her lovely blog Flor de Papel.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Black Square: Malevich and The World That Wouldn't Die
Here it is: the end of the world.
I am standing in front of it, and it looks like shit.
It is Kasimir Malevich's "Black Square", it hangs at the New Tretyakov national gallery in Moscow, and it is dirty, tired, bleak, so unimpressive it is embarrassing to see.
And yet, that is the end.
This can well be seen as the point where art enters the other world zone, leaving our poor miserable world of bodies behind. This art is spiritual, declares Malevich, and I am ready to believe him, not on faith, but because at this point faith is the only thing that can carry me as a viewer. To appreciate it - I think while standing in front of the painting - I need to believe that what my mind brings me when looking at this painting, it brings thanks to the painting. (And that it's worth the trip). Any thought, then, is a belief.
The painting is all cracked, it seems like it lived through terror, two wars and a revolution (it did).
For a while, I wonder what disturbs me in all this. I take Malevich's painting as an ever-returning challenge. We are challenged to accept this or go beyond this. We are challenged to deal with the out-of-this-worldliness of aesthetic creation. Supreme it is.
I thought all this quite disappointing, a concept I would have rather kept as a concept, a story, rather than seeing it translated into a poor somewhat-black square. But what about the painting? Doesn't it have anything to say? The cracks are most probably the result of the artist being in a hurry (it seems he put the black layer over the white one before the latter dried out). The strokes, we can clearly see, are uneven, quick, there is nothing uniform about this, and even the outside lines of the square are uneven (he is said to have painted it free hand, and very free it was). It is not a good square. Or, no: it is not the square we are told it is. It is a square that tells the history of its creation, the story of the tension, the energy, the impatience. It is a clear window into something that happened, into a performance of painting and a moment of life. In that sense, the painting appears better than we ever could have dreamed. It goes back to this world. The painting outdoes the painter - through unveiling something more than what he had planned.
Inside of the cracks, if we watch carefuly, we see another color, it is not black or white, and at moments it seems like it's not grey either. It varies from spot to spot, it is reddish, brownish, somewhere close to the color of flesh. It is the color of revenge. The revenge of the painting.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Wearable Art
I found these gorgeous alpaca silver brooches in a shop in San Miguel yesterday.
This morning I woke up eager to make tiny watercolor original paintings
to go inside them. They'll be available at my Big Cartel shop tomorrow morning.
This morning I woke up eager to make tiny watercolor original paintings
to go inside them. They'll be available at my Big Cartel shop tomorrow morning.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Dear Dad
Two paintings out of three (so far) in an ongoing series dealing with my fear and uncertainty surrounding my father's recently diagnosed Alzheimer's.
("Dear Dad: Regret", 11" x 14", acrylics, India ink, Stacked Journaling on stretched canvas)
("Dear Dad: Anger", 14" x 18", acrylics, India ink, Stacked Journaling on stretched canvas)
And finally, a piece (not part of the series shown above) that refuses to resolve itself and as punishment is being forced to show itself to the world in this blog post.
(24" x 30", deconstructed screen printed fabric, hand-dyed fabric, pastels, colored pencils on stretched canvas)
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