Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Lately I've been thinking about some old fashioned words we don't hear used much anymore. Abide with me! We will mosey through my alphabetical list. Probably most people will recognize most of these words, but not all. I have a little notebook devoted to words and phrases I am fond of or curious about and come across in books I read.
Abide - to remain, to stay, and even more, for the staying to be steadfast. "Abide with Me: Fast Falls the Eventide" by Henry Francis Lyte is a lovely old hymn. You can hear Audrey Assad perform the hymn on YouTube.
Akimbo - This word makes me smile. All it means is standing with your hands on hip and elbows bent. Can't you just picture someone with their arms akimbo, saying "Who says I have to obey you?" or some other defiant statement? Also, it makes me think of the body language of parents might use telling their kids that they should behave.
Caboodle - We've all heard of the whole kit and caboodle. (It seems related to the word oodles, as both mean lots of something.) Apparently the word caboodle was born here in the USA (circa 1880s) and used to mean a group of people, but largely survives in usage as combined with the word kit.
Cavort - Who doesn't want to cavort now and then? Let us prance and caper about! It can be used to imply someone is wasting their time, but I prefer not to think of it that way. We should all get extravagant with our time now and then.
Cleave - This word interests me because it has two meanings that are quite opposite of each other. The first meaning involves sticking or adhering to something, holding fast. The second meaning involves separating, splitting and rending apart. Oh well, you have to look at in context.
Clement - Mild or merciful, compassionate. This word stems from the Latin clemens, meaning calm or mild. Oppositely, when weather is inclement, of course it is harsh. Those going before a judge hope he or she will show clemency and not its opposite.
Flumadiddle - This word's meaning is (to me), just what it sounds like: frills, fringe or other such trimmings on a dress. I can not remember where I first saw the word, but think it was in a historical novel. Merriam Webster gives its first meaning being something foolish or even worthless.
Forthwith - What force this word has. If we are doing something forthwith, we are doing it immediately, without delay. I certainly don't hear or see it used very often. I also like the word henceforth (from now on), and think it has the same old fashioned ring that forthwith has.
Mosey - We all know how to mosey along, simply moving, going along or strolling. Mosey implies a certain leisureliness that we don't often indulge in and perhaps that is why I like it so much. I wish I could just mosey along through life, but often seem to be rushing around instead.
Skedaddle - Another word about movement! When we skedaddle, we hurry along, run away or take flight. For me, it has a certain silliness factor. Merriam Webster gives one of its meanings as scram, surprising to me for scram seems like slang and is a word I haven't heard in a long time.
And thus ends my indulgence in the investigation of a handful of words. As a child, one of my favorite possessions was a dictionary. I wrote about that here on the blog in 2017. I certainly hope that curiosity continues. So many books, so little time, and the same goes for words. Continuing to write this blog keeps my brain active, as do crossword puzzles. I have only recently grown fond of the daily mini crossword puzzle in the NY Times, but have little patience for longer crossword puzzles. If you are reading this, thank you. Now it is time for me to skedaddle into the kitchen and make dinner!
(collage above, "Cheer Up" by Keddy Ann Outlaw)
Thursday, January 31, 2019
It was great to get back to making art after the holidays. Here are a few new collages from the series I call "Jubilation" because the are all about rejoicing via color. My process involves mono-printing on thin painted papers and tissue paper. Then I cut the papers to arrange them in compositions. Finally, I have to mount them on large pieces of very thick cotton paper (not shown here), my least favorite part of the process. Getting the squares exactly centered and adhered to the substrata without any of the matte gel medium I use as an adhesive getting out onto the white paper is tricky. But then they are ready to enter in shows or sell, so must I grit my teeth and bare it. I would rather be printing or collaging!
Jubilation 24 -- some of the squares here show papers printed with string, a wood block and homemade printing plates.
Jubilation 16 -- I used some stencils and a piece of plastic grid to print some of these papers.
Jubilation 20 -- you can see more string prints, as well as marks made with objects such as bottle lids to make circles. It has been bugging me that can not remember how I made the red lines resembling the shape of an iron at the top of this composition.
A sampling of my printed tissue papers.
A sampling of thin papers printed and ready to use in collage.
Back now to playing with colors and shapes!
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Clock Dance by Anne Tyler (Knopf, 2018). A woman who has been pining for grandchildren suddenly finds herself in a variation of that role. Classic Tyler!
The Ensemble by Aja Gabel. (Riverhead, 2018). This novel digs deep into the dynamics of a classical music quartet. Physical, mental and musical intimacy make for many complications.
Girl on the Leeside by Kathleen A. Kenney (Anchor, 2018). Siobhan, a shy orphan who loves myths and legends, grows up behind the bar at her uncle's pub in western Ireland. Well into her twenties, she begins to emerge from her shell due to surprising interactions with two visitors.
Harry's Trees by Jon Cohen (MIRA, 2018). A widower quits the Forest Service to go live in an enchanted treehouse. Second chances are the big theme here. One of my favorite characters was an elderly librarian whose library is falling into decrepitude.
Heartland: a Memoir of Working Hard and Being Broke in the Richest Country on Earth by Sarah Smarsh (Scribner, 2018). Smarsh gives poverty in America a complete examination, using economic, historical and sociological lenses. Stark and unrelenting, ripping off the scabs from the wounds of poverty the author's family has endured, Heartland begs for group discussions.
Miss You by Kate Eberlen (Macmillan, 2016). Tess and Gus meet in Florence the summer they are both eighteen. Readers then follow them through their young adult years in separate chapters, wondering if or how they might meet again. A suspenseful, saga-like novel which I dearly missed once it ended.
Peace Like a River by Leif Enger (Atlantic Monthly Press, 2002). Imagine that your bother commits murder trying to protect your family. Then he breaks out of jail. Would you try to find him? That's what the Land family must do, setting off on a quest through the Dakota Badlands. Miracles and revelations follow. I hope this books stays in print forever; it reads like a classic.
Rules of Civility by Amor Towles (Viking, 2011). A love triangle pulls apart the lives of those involved, very much testing the concept of soulmates. Set in Manhattan during 1939, this novel was tense, colorful and hard to put down. Towles really knows how to spin a tale!
Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens (G. P. Putnam's Sons, 2018). Survival, love, loss, art, ecology and the redemptive powers of nature all tangle together in this tale of a girl named Kya who just about raises herself deep in the marshlands of coastal North Carolina. Oh, and it's also a murder mystery of sorts. Everyone I know who has read this book absolutely raves about it.
The Which Way Tree by Elizabeth Crook (Little, Brown and Company, 2018). When a boy in post-Civil War Texas is called upon by a judge to write letters of testimony about an accused murderer, he proves himself to be quite the colorful storyteller, detailing a madcap journey of revenge and adventure surrounding the hunt for the giant wild panther who killed his mother.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
I often find myself weighing the pros and cons of being an artist. I can't imagine not making art! But it gets so obsessive and sometimes takes over my life. That sounds like a con, doesn't it? But the obsession often saves me. I suffer from sciatica and neuropathy in my legs and feet. When I am making art, I hardly notice what's going on down there.
Here are a few more pros: Working with mixed media means there is lots to learn. I never met an art supply I don't want to play with, especially color tools and papers. I especially enjoy learning techniques from videos posted by Jane Davies. I have an endless compulsion to study books on making art. I hope all of this is good for my aging brain.
Here's another wonderful outcome of becoming an artist during these, my retirement years: I have become a volunteer at a summer art camp and get to connect with kids making art. I love seeing their creations. I also have a niece who I've been sharing arts and crafts with for several years. And now we have a granddaughter who will hopefully join me at the art table in a few years.
One of the biggest rewards of making art is when people actually want to own the things I make. I started down that path as a college student. I sold the ceramics and silver jewelry I made as an art major, not to mention many crocheted bags and hats. I have to sneak in a con here: it is hard to sell these days. Many sale events charge big fees I can hardly afford. And there are so many artists online that the competition is steep. I am on the Saatchi Art website, but have only sold a couple of pieces there. Maybe someday I will sign up for my own website. But instead my attention goes towards making the art. I also donate artwork to various nonprofit groups.
As I write this, I realize there are many more pros than cons to my situation. I have loved doing arts and crafts all my life, but in retirement these last 9 years, I have really been able to focus on it. What a joy! I do have to mention one more con: making art means chaos takes over mid-project and beyond. I can barely clear my desk, and the supplies threaten to climb ceiling high on shelves and in boxes. At times I can't find stuff. I am organized, but since I am constantly moving supplies around, they have a way of going into hiding. And don't get me started on getting paint on my hands and clothing. Since I am getting more and more into mixed media painting and printmaking, the paint gets everywhere.
The habit and discipline of working at something followed me from the library to my art room when I retired. I did not know it would be like that, but it is and so I am grateful for having had such a positive work experience at Harris County Public Library. Now if only I could catch up on the chores and errands put aside in favor of making art...
"How do I work?" said Albert Einstein. "I grope." The same is true making art.
"What I could not give to life, I gave to words," said Daniel Berrigan. I feel that way about art.
"The position of the artist is humble. He is essentially a channel," said Piet Mondrian.
This piece, a collage made with my mono-printed and painted papers, will be in the ANIMALS show at the Art Car Museum, opening December. 8, 2018 and running through February 24, 2019. This is the first time I have shown work there and look forward to Opening Night.
"Art? You just do it," said Martin Ritt. Yes, indeed!
Thursday, October 25, 2018
Saturday, September 22, 2018
My interest in digital collage waxes and wanes. Too much time on the computer is not good for my posture, plus my mouse finger gets numb. Most likely I will always be more of a paper collage person, but then who knows -- older age may eventually limit my ability to hoard paper for collage, ha-ha. Meanwhile, both are more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Both have stumbling blocks at times, especially when I can't find what I need to complete a project. And in digital collage, I keep running into the limits of my mostly self-taught knowledge. Only recently have I gotten more of a handle on layers in GIMP, the alternative-to-Photoshop free software I use. The artist friend who gave me a couple of lessons in GIMP showed me layers early on, but I guess I made other features more of a priority and let the layer concepts slide. Now finally I am catching on. As with many things, you learn by doing, and bit by bit, familiarity and skills increase.
This vintage postcard plus a Tarot card figure plus use of GIMP's "posterize" application made for a simple but satisfying image. Poor gal -- she is lost in Connecticut (but help is on the way -- see the tiny boat out in the water).
I took a photo of a window in the Houston Heights decades ago. I painted the image a bit and added the cat, one of ours who is no longer with us.
This one is based on some iPhone photos taken in our neighborhood.
I love Retro imagery and cut and pasted to my heart's content with some of that here. The cowboy is bringing home flowers to his gal.
More iPhone imagery herein... I love taking photos of puddles, hard to do well while walking the dog, but that's where some of this imagery came from.
I have done about 200 digital collages so far. My initial intention was to do 500 as a rite of passage into digital collage. I started in June or July of 2017. So maybe by 2020, I'll consider myself more of a Pro. I study techniques on YouTube though there is a lot of pecking around to find top quality videos. Learning GIMP is a challenge, but I think from all I have read about aging, learning a new skill like this is good for my brain. May it be so!
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
I entitled this one "Knowledge Foretold" -- the substrata is a cigar box lid painted black. It will be in a Collage show at the Texas Art Asylum this weekend. Method: fusion collage.
Though I had another larger, newer piece I hoped would get into the 10th Annual Juried show at Archway Gallery, this one, "Mirage Foreordained," made the cut. In any case, it was of course an honor to receive this acceptance. This piece was completed in the fall of 2015, when I was obsessed with using hexagons in my collages.
Every year I enjoy entering the National Collage Society's Small Format show, a non-juried show for members. I called this post card "Ah, the Magic Act of Collage," kind of a silly title but I thought it might have appeal. Adding the snippets of cut paper was fun. This year it was held at the Butler Institute of American Art in Youngstown, Ohio. I did not get to go to the show and had pretty much forgotten about it when a large envelope appeared in my mail with a cash award and lovely certificate. Now that was the best thing to happen in my art life this year!
Here is another post card I considered entering, called "Looking Up," but as things turned out, it was better to have chosen the one with hands cutting paper.
I have two large fusion collages which I worked on for weeks at a time this spring and summer, but can not post them here as I have sent those images into the annual juried show sponsored by the National Collage Society. Last year I was lucky to become a Signature member when I entered a tiny 4 x 4" collage (link goes to my blog post showing the piece) originally made for a Texas Art Asylum show. I never dreamed it would be the piece of artwork that would catapult me into a Signature membership.
That's all for now. It is Houston's hot, hot, hot season. Except for swimming, yard work and walking the dog, I am very much indoors. The bonus to that restriction is it gives me more time for making art. I am also striving to play, experiment and learn new techniques for mixed media, printmaking, collage and quilting. But still, it often seems no day is long enough. Onward through the heat and humidity!