"Fire" coldpress watercolor paper, acrylics, oil pastels
As with most projects I start, I did not have a notion about where I was headed. Once I assembled this piece , the thought of fire resurrected, the fire we experienced here in our own backyard this past October during the San Diego firestorm. It is reminscent of the glow I stared at just before we evacuated.
"Take 3" altered slide, cut original transparency and reworked with stamps and markers, interference acrylic paint and watercolor paper.
Thought for today:
" When you have developed the ability to do the small jobs well, greater jobs will come to you"
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Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I must say, that it is not as easy as you would think- to confine yourself to such a miniscule space, so here in lies the challenge.
Cold pressed (rough) watercolor paper, oil pastels, funky patina'd charm and scrap text in black slide frame.
I leave you with the following thought:
"If we can go deep into ourselves we will find that we possess exactly what we desire"
(though it wouldn't hurt to have have a bustier as tough as Sally's)
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Sunday, January 27, 2008
I was in the mood for PS today...note the "M" is missing. This is good thing for all you folks out there in the blogosphere. What?! no sillies, "M" stands for manipulation, oh... and PS stands for Photoshop. I had created a fractal awhile back and decided to throw a couple of PS filters at it like motion blur, liquefy, and colored pencil. Also manipulating each filters individual tools. Now it looks like a lovely knitted chenille blanket. No, I'm not drinking or on drugs and yes I do know how to knit. It's just me in my usual state of happy.
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Thursday, January 24, 2008
When you're feeling like your world is upside down, why fight it?! This is what I saw when I looked out the window. I immediately grabbed the camera and ran outside to capture this reflection in our swimming pool. It was a sign... of the times... and a forecast for the weather.
me and my upside down shadow
Nothing like a different perspective to stir things up.
Remember this song, "Signs" circa 1971 from "The Five Man Electrical Band"
Things will be looking up soon. Thanks for stopping!
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
8 x 11.5 Mixed Media Collage on pre-painted watercolor paper,
assorted fibers, german foil, Golden fluid acrylic
Mandala: [Sanskrit maṇḍalam, circle.]
-in Jungian psychology a symbol representing the effort to reunify the self.
-any of various geometric designs (usually circular) symbolizing the universe; used chiefly in Hinduism and Buddhism, as an aid to meditation
This collage was to be 'MY' aid in meditation. My attempt at filling the coffers. The coffers = to my depleted spirit and deported demeanor. Now, I for one have never been able to sit still and meditate for more than 5 minutes before my mind goes off reeling in a million different directions. So I found that cutting pieces of paper, many pieces of paper for hours on end will serve this purpose.
Peacefully cutting, meandering in non-linear thought, merrily I go, snip-snip-snip in my euphoric state when all of a sudden in my zoned out overzealous cutting spree I took a chunk of my finger. Luckily for me, I was in that state where people can walk over hot coals and don't feel a thing. Hee..same idea, the pain didn't come but the blood did and in great amounts. Barbie bandaid to the rescue as evidenced by this pic below: (forgive me while this is not my index fingers best side)
I restored my sense of peace and resumed... snip-snip-snip. Now, my next step in mindfulness training was to randomly, incohesively fashion these snippets of colorful papers, asst. cut up greeting cards, wrapping paper, vintage text and fibers into a circle utilizing a watercolor painting I had done awhile back but was not fond of (never throw this stuff away). Now I admit, the one thought that did cross my mind was that I wanted the background of this colorful circle to eventually be black so the color would vibrantly stand out.
I stayed with this process quietly, delicately placing snippet over snippet until my circle was complete. I was now ready for the finale, the layer of black paint to cover the existing watercolor. As I began randomly, splashing black paint over exposed color I noticed what appeared to be a bird emerging in the bottom left hand corner. My 'aha' moment, so I worked around the color in black and my bird came to be.
My zen state is just about resonating to an end when my container of Golden Carbon Black paint launches out of my hand and in sssllloooowww motioooon finds it's way to the white stone tile floor exploding all over my walls, face and clothing. Now let me say that for a short moment I was back in that "hot coal walking state" when I got up and decided to take a paper towel the size of a postage stamp to clean up this mess...then fight or flight kicked in and I realized I'm in trouble and need more Brawny.
Now this is a sure fire way to crack the meditative code. Let me now tell you as a sidenote: WARNING! do not let Golden Carbon Black Paint sit for ANY length of time on any surface especially white stone floors as this paint does not move as quickly as it does when you squeeze it out of the bottle.
Next meditation aid: clean floors on hands and knees scrubbing with scouring pad to get black out of grout and off of tile. Oh, grasshopper!
I learned patience.
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Saturday, January 19, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
While my friend Julie and I were meandering through the streets of Little Italy, making our way to Dick Blick's for more art supplies, I decided I would hold my camera out the window and rapid fire.
Who did I think I was kidding? I am. just. not. that. good at utilizing the 'rapido' fire button on my camera and... especially since I kept accidently closing the lens instead of shooting the picture, leaving me with some 'not so' interesting subjects, like this street light on F.
So, I decided to give it an extreme photo makeover ala Peter Max utilizing PS's neon glow filter, manipulating the brightness levels and enhancing the image.
Hey, I'm a child of the 60's, I love Peter Max. Learn more about him here .
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Sunday, January 13, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
I'd like to introduce you to our backyard friend who came to visit this past summer. We couldn't be anything but in the moment for this little fellow to stop by, as it is most unusual for these wild finches to ever come close to a human. My husband and I decided to stand absolutely motionless, watching about 15 of these guys feed off of a thistle bag I have hanging on a shepard's hook in my yard.
We placed a small amount of thistle seed in our hands and stood, motionless, like statues with our hands extended to see any one of our feathered friends which venture into unknown territory, when all of a sudden this little one took a liking-- first to my husband.
He clung to his shirt and then slowly made his way to his hand for some feed. My husband then gently picked him up and placed him on my hand for this photo op. Everyday for approximately 12 or so days, as soon as one of us stepped outside he would fly to us, land on our shoulder, shorts, arms. He'd sit with us on the patio swing, keeping us company, feed and visit for as long as we'd have him and then one day I think one of his fine feathered friends convinced him it was best to move on. This intimate interaction with our little friend was one of life's simple joys. It reminded me of being in the moment and how good it felt. It reminded me of the warm summer days.
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Sunday, January 6, 2008
8 1/2 X 11 journal page
"Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon."- Susan Ertz
It was a "CoLd and StoRmY NiGhT", indeed. We have finally received the much needed rain that we have missed for so long. Rain is good, the earth needs a drink, our coffers need replenishing. I for one have plenty to do on this rainy Sunday afternoon. What about you?
What will you do today? I hope that whether the sun is basking your space in warmth, or the winter's snow lay at your feet that you will do what is necessary to feed your soul. After all...immortality is 'an endless life' in our mind.
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Tuesday, January 1, 2008
"SOMETIMES WE MUST INTERFERE. WHEN HUMAN LIVES ARE ENDANGERED, WHEN HUMAN DIGNITY IS IN JEOPARDY, NATIONAL BORDERS AND SENSITIVITIES BECOME IRRELEVANT. WHENEVER MEN OR WOMEN ARE PERSECUTED BECAUSE OF THEIR RACE, RELIGION, OR POLITICAL VIEWS, THAT PLACE MUST-AT THAT MOMENT-BECOME THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE. " - Elie Wiesel
I'm not really sure where to begin. I had signed up for a Shoe shrine class in July of last year with Michael deMeng. I brought my shoe to shrine and I had also brought with me this thought, memory if you will that I've carried for a long time. I couldn't finish it then. It's finished now.
I've wanted to do a piece about the Holocaust for many years. My husband and I had visited the Museum of Tolerance at the Simon Wiesenthal Plaza in L.A. on numerous occasions. The passport I had received upon entering on this given day was for Abraham Beem.
I dedicate my shoe shrine to Abraham Beem and his sister Eva. Hence the name ABE.
It has taken me this long to feel right about this piece. The shoe represents the walk that these children endured, likely without shoes. I didn't have a photo for Eva at the time so I used a rubber stamp I had that depicted a young girl with a blank stare. The puzzle pieces represent the 'fragments' of their lives. The overstamped saying on the large puzzle piece is a Harriet Tubman quote," The sun came like gold through the trees and over the fields and I felt like I was in heaven". I wanted the confusion with the overstamping to represent the transition these children had from their living hell to our interpretation of heaven. I'll leave the rest to you.
Here is a pic I recently found of sweet Eva Beem.
originally uploaded to Flicker
by rosewithoutathorn 84
on November 25, 2007
We must NEVER forget the atrocities of the Holocaust. Educate your children... Here is a documentary I own and recommend "Paper Clips" see trailer here:
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