Neon Zeppelins and Parchment Sculpture:  Connecting the Dots

Neon Zeppelins and Parchment Sculpture: Connecting the Dots

It begins with a single squeaky note, like a neglected gate hinge, but then it undulates moving up and down on the heavy motionless air, an ancient song declaring the sacredness of summer.  Summer temperatures arrived weeks ago, but it is the recital of this ancient song that marks the summer season for me.  As a solo,  the song feels mournful.  But as a chorus, it is a cacophony of community.

I spotted the first hollow shell days ago, a delicate parchment sculpture clinging to the rail.  I must have been distracted because the significance didn’t occur to me.  But two evenings later when I heard the mournful solo, my ears pricked and my heart leapt- “the song of summer”.  That’s the moment I recalled the parchment husk—-  Where did I see it?  When did I see it?  Those details are lost to me.

Life’s like that.  Small observations barely noticed- but later they rise into our consciousness like neon zeppelins.  Lately I’ve been trying to open myself to the forgotten observations that have brought me to today.  That sounds estoteric, but it’s not.  It’s really just me trying to discern how I became the “me” of today.  Sometimes a little memory lights up and I connect another dot.

The little light that shone this week?  A sudden remembrance of the year my mother purchased picture books for me.  I can’t remember if it was Christmas or my birthday- only that I was no longer a child.  But she knew me well enough to know that pretty illustrations were my shiny objects.

In the glow of this light another observation lit up- Jan Brett.  When my children were young, I LOVED buying them books and reading to them.  The great thing about toddlers is that YOU can choose the books!  And after discovering the totality of a Jan Brett illustration, I purchased many Jan Brett titles (thank you, Kohl’s.).  The stories were afterthoughts.  I fell in love with her style, each illustration flanked with illumination of sort.

Last week I became re-acquainted with Fables and the artwork of Mark Buckingham.  Years ago the stories intrigued me, but this time I brought fresh eyes to the newly launched title.  THIS time, I drank in the art FIRST.  Observing myself, I surprised myself.  Why didn’t I see the art 20 years ago?  Perhaps I did.  Memory is a fickle thing.

From the abandoned shell to the newly discovered comic page, I am connecting dots,  I am excited to find the next, and the next.  Do you connect dots?

In the Studio

The snail and thrush are two of my watercolor sketchbook entries I completed this month.  The thrush is flanked with illumination-inspired panels.

Since May I have loaded a ton of new products into my Society6 store, including desk mats, beach towels, acrylic trays, wrapping paper, and so much more!  I am really proud of these designs!  Use the links to take a peek.  While there, follow my shop, drop some hearts on your fave products, and check out their Sale!  Promotions regularly rotate.

As always, you can acccess my entire Society6 shop from the Shopping tab.

A Singing House Whistles While I Work

A Singing House Whistles While I Work

April blew in with such ferocity this year!  My doorways have been moaning for weeks on end- a slightly eery sound that I have begun to liken to Moaning Myrtle.  If you have never heard your house “sing” before, I will explain.  The wind comes through the gaps with such strength that it causes the copper flashing to vibrate and intonate.  The first time I heard it, nearly 19 years ago, I was home alone with my babies while my husband was away on a business trip.  It frightened me until I was able to process what was happening.  But I digress.  Resuming….

As I sat down to write today I reviewed my posts from 2022 and I startled myself with how much I wanted to share with you.  I have let more time slip by than I intended.  So, please, pause here to grab a cup of tea, a glass of wine, or perhaps a cookie and a glass of milk.  But get comfortable and let’s catch up!

In January I shared my Intentions for 2022 and it is important to me that I continue that conversation.  Accountability.  I set these five intentions for 2022:

  1. Eat more veggies!
  2. Keep a cleaner garden.
  3. Become more disciplined in my approach to learning.
  4. Learn to create process videos.
  5. Create free downloads for my website subscribers BEFORE March!

Let me start with Number 5-  I’m a little late, but I have done it!  I have created my first free download for you.  It is only the first; you can plan on more.  When visitors sign up to receive email from me they will be taken to a Thank You page where they can download the freebie.  Those who are already on my mailing list will receive a separate email with their link.  This first freebie is a bookmark.  I haven’t decided how long the free bookmark will be available, so download it when you receive the email.   If you have troubles with the download or you don’t receive your email, just let me know.  I will post a follow-up blog entry with suggestions for how to print your bookmark.

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New Art!   “Hummingbird with Screen”

Number 4-  Sadly, I haven’t even BEGUN to tackle this one.  Let’s get that garden growing first!

Number 3-  Becoming more disciplined in my approach to learning has been a biggie for me.  Sometimes I feel like I am stalling out-  but when I grant myself a little grace and look at my work with objectivity I see great strides here.  I have spent considerable time painting birds lately under the tutelage of several self-guided classes with differing approaches and strengths.  The instructor in me says I haven’t earned an A- yet.  But, I will get there! 

Number 2-  Oh My!  In order to keep a cleaner garden, I have to clean it first!  The ideal time would have been Winter- but if you know me, you know I hibernate when the weather is anything less than 68 degrees F.  So, that leaves Spring.  And if you are a parent, or remember parenting school-aged children (or adults), then you remember how your calendar can simply explode overnight!

My son is a Senior in high school and just attended prom this past weekend.  Graduation events are beginning to fill the calendar.  Soccer matches have begun to populate the little white squares.  And in between grass fires, weird cold snaps, and the occasional promise of severe storms, I know the garden is calling!  But each day only holds 24 hours and I demand to sleep at least 7 of them, so something gets ignored each day.

In the past I have delayed gardening until the last possible minute holding onto the fear of losing seeds and seedlings in Spring Flash Floods or odd late frosts.  This year won’t be much different.  I have begun to clean out last year’s crops, but I haven’t finished.  We haven’t even turned on our irrigation system yet.  The baby plants are thriving in my studio nursery.  I have sown a few seeds outside, with disappointing results.  If the wind wasn’t bad enough, the squirrels immediately dug up the fresh soil.  The morning after planting seeds I discovered holes dug all over my cleared beds!

Last-  1.  Eat more veggies!      Do convenience salads count?  We haven’t made a heap of progress here-  but, if you recall, the whole point of setting Intentions instead of Resolutions is to emphasize the PROCESS or the journey.  I have eaten a few extra salads, which is easier as it becomes increasingly warmer.

Your turn-  Did you set any Intentions, or resolutions, this year?  Did you share them with anyone?  If not, I invite you to share them with me.  You can include them in a comment or send me an email.  I would love to return the favor of being your accountability partner.

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Carter – Happy Tail, Gentle Soul

Carter – Happy Tail, Gentle Soul

New year- new beginnings.  That has been the theme tumbling inside my mind for weeks.  I have much to say on the matter- but the narrative changed this morning.  This morning the inevitable happened- the moment I have been dreading arrived.  Today my husband, daughter, son, and Django gathered around Carter to bid our farewells.

 

I have been steeling myself for this day for the past year as I have watched Carter slip away-  another hapless victim to old age.  Arthritis, dementia, loss of vision, deafness.  But before the bandits of time robbed him of his senses and abilities, he was the kindest, happiest dog I have ever known.  When he was 6 or 7 he tore his Achilles tendon in two.  I took him to Oklahoma City to have it surgically repaired.  The surgery included external fixatures and hardware.  Twice a day I cleaned the points of entry where the stainless screws attached the rod to the bone.  Twice a week I drove him to OKC for doctor’s visits.  And for 8 weeks he was confined to a crate.  His tail NEVER quit wagging.  The surgeon couldn’t believe how cooperative and joyful Carter remained.  He healed well and quickly resumed running and jumping.  

 

I spent the day leaning on busyness to keep me moving forward.  This will be the way of things for awhile.  Carter was an integral member of our household for 16 years.  I will miss snuggling with him on the sofa while watching television.  Studio time without him curled nearby will feel strangely lonely.

 

So, while the new year is filled with exciting promise, it has begun with the pain of losing a constant companion.  We had his body cremated and now I must decide what we will engrave on his box.  I think it will simply be “Happy Tail, Gentle Soul”.  Rest in peace my friend.  

Avocado Green is not for Appliances

Avocado Green is not for Appliances

Do you have a favorite color?  I confess, I do not.  In fact, I am hard-pressed to find a color that I dislike, but that hasn’t always been the case.

In the folly of my youth, I would have quickly denounced yellow and orange as gaudy colors- obnoxious and undesirable.  Avocado green sent shudders up my spine and triggered flashbacks of shag carpet and outdated appliances.

Fortunately, life propels us toward change!  Each day we are blessed with the opportunity to see the world with fresh eyes.  And if we earnestly turn our attentions inward, we will note the fatigue in our very bodies from clenching relentlessly to notions that no longer serve us.

Today my closet proudly harbors multiple yellow items including a pair of pants and sandals that have each found their way into my weekly rotation.  And while I still maintain appliances should not be manufactured in Avocado Green, I am happy to spread it on a canvas, welcome it into my home, and wear it without shame.

Do you have a complicated relationship with color?  Or are you one of those who can readily answer the security prompt- “What’s your favorite color?”  Inquiring minds want to know!

In the Studio

This month I completed my first commissioned watercolor pet portrait.  These two darling kitties are nestled in among the Daylilies.  I have a couple more commissions in the works.

I finished my Okie-themed Christmas card and have sent it off to the printers.  I can’t wait to show it off, very soon!  It features a gold-foil star in the night sky and a silent lone bison.

I have been prepping new cards for the Cedar Ridge Outdoor Market which is this Saturday-  Sept. 18th from 9-2.

 

 

 

Merge Now, A Brief Summer Travelogue

Merge Now, A Brief Summer Travelogue

I exited the internet superhighway this summer and traveled the skyways and highways, recharging my connections to friends and family.

My travels began with a week in Burbank, CA to visit a childhood friend.  We met in 7th grade when my family moved to Sugarland, TX.  I don’t recall how we met, if it was a shared class or a chance encounter, but the three years I lived in Sugarland I spent with Christine, riding our bikes to Target for Cosmopolitan magazine and the latest cosmetics, trading Sweet Valley High romance novels (carefully preserved in white homemade book covers), and shopping and dining at the mall.  Today, half a country and an infinite number of life experiences separate us, but the friendship endures.  While visiting, we attended the Rose Bowl Flea Market, the Getty Museum, and Last Chance bookstore.  We ate…. a lot!

Her new pup delighted in the discovery that I liked to rise early and spend the morning on the patio.  I painted and journaled.  She chased birds and guarded the perimeter.  Meanwhile the raucous laughs and staccato drills of the local woodpeckers filled the air and the hummingbirds sliced through the air like squadrons of daring WW2 aces- darting, diving, retreating in the blink of an eye.

Second trip of the summer was an overnight Mother-Daughter excursion to Norman and Oklahoma City.  We spent an afternoon marveling at dinosaur bones and the sheer enormity of earth’s history at the natural history museum.  We splurged on a stay at 21C Hotel in OKC- an art gallery and hotel in one.  We ate dinner under a magical canopy of “greenery” and lights at the hotel’s pop-up restaurant.

The final trip of the summer took the family to Chicago where we attended a Cub’s game, absorbed the exhibitions at the MCA, and attended the four day outdoor music festival, Lollapalooza!  This trip deserves an entry of its own, so I will leave it for another time.

With summer fading, I know my time to merge back into the high speed traffic has arrived.  I enjoyed the reprieve, but I have noticed a lack of discipline and drive.  Resuming my online activities and reconnecting with my online communities will help me focus my efforts once again.  Summer has given me a vast and timeless world of inspiration; so, I will see you in the fast lane!

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Chaos in the Studio, but the Ghosts Don’t Mind

Chaos in the Studio, but the Ghosts Don’t Mind

I needed to create, to leave behind the rain, the dark clouds, the dark thoughts.  But when I climbed the stairs to my neglected corner of the universe my spark fizzled in a storm of clutter, disorganization, and sheer chaos.

The spacious room lay buried under piles of past and future projects and felt crowded by the ghosts of the people I have been.  I knew that to create something new I must make space for it.  And I must make space for the person I want to become.

So I cued up a few podcasts* and set to work.  The initial thought to “tidy up” quickly mutated  into a need to move furniture, store objects of questionable worth, and contemplate new organizational strategies.

Some tasks came easily.  Putting away the art supplies that littered the horizontal surfaces, tossing paper scraps and old notes into the recycle bin, finally throwing out those weird little fabric scraps I kept for absolutely no good reason.

Part of the fun of tidying up is rekindling the love for adored possessions.  In this instance I lingered at my bookshelf.  It could use an hour devoted to simply cleaning it out.  I tossed out old jewelry making catalogs, workshop instructions for digital scrapbooking and Photoshop Elements, and pulled a pile of graphic design magazines out to recycle.  But this is where I began to falter.

I had purchased the magazines at a used book store.  I had spent hours pouring through the magazines marveling at the digital secrets held within their pages.  But with a rudimentary understanding of Photoshop and zero understanding of Illustrator, their secrets seemed closed to me when I purchased them.  But now- now is a different time and I am a different person.  I speak these languages!  And while technology has changed drastically, I thought those magazines could still hold some valuable lessons for me.  So I put them back on the shelf for another day.

I didn’t finish tidying up the space or clearing the ghosts.  I stuffed some of those ghosts into pretty little boxes along with a considerable collection of mostly dried up ink pads from my Rubber Stamping days.  There remain other ghosts- an English teacher who defends her laminated posters of illustrated literary elements, a crafter or two who dabbled in polymer clay and jewelry craft, a wannabe photographer, the mother of two Lego obsessed children.  But it takes energy and commitment to exorcise ghosts, and they don’t make too much noise.  So, I left them for another day.

*Would you like to know which podcasts I am listening to?  Click the links below to listen for yourself.

 

This podcast series is hosted by a very talented friend of mine!  It features truly remarkable individuals!

This niche podcast is co-hosted by my incredible sister-in-law.  It aims to build community among creatives seeking to monetize their endeavors.

An uncomfortable but necessary look at our nation’s education system and how earnest intentions can cause more harm than good.

In the Studio

I attended my first live event early in May.  I spent many weeks preparing- and afterwards I needed some downtime.  I have been working with such an outward focus and I was missing out on the joy of doing for the sake of doing.  So, I returned to play!  My wonderful children and husband gifted me new liquid watercolors for Mother’s Day and I took them out for a spin. 

The image to the left is a page from my sketchbook:  dragon with Snapdragons.  Ink and liquid watercolors.  The previous image also comes from my sketchbook and is a leafy seadragon, further play with my liquid watercolors.

I am already preparing my next visit with you- a reflection on journals.  During my studio cleanup adventure I revisited my journals and I am looking forward to sharing them with you!  Do you keep a journal?

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