We live in the midst of beautiful interconnected systems, both in the sunlight world and underground. I love finding the right combination of materials to express that beauty with some understanding. I was interviewed by Brian DeVore for the Land Stewardship Project news letter and podcast here’s the interview: http://landstewardshipproject.org/posts/podcast/886 look for Ear to the Ground 185 Soil Art
My sense of line, light, and space is deeply informed by the natural world. In my most recent work I am trying to remain faithful to the scientific truth of the systems I’m exploring visually.
Experience as an expressive artist plus some basic earth science lets me compose layered art pieces that have both a visual and emotional resonance.
“Creative energy is energy. When we are worrying about creating instead of actually creating, we are wasting our creative energy.” Julia Cameron
In 3 weeks take the opportunity to step away from worrying about creativity and start a creative practice with the support of fellow creatives. Join the structured class that uses Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way” exercises to examine the patterns that keep you from expressing your creativity and then just play with a great variety of art materials.
Julia’s book contains the quote “Whatever you think you can do or believe you can do, begin it. Action has magic, grace and power in it.“ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Taking the Artist’s Way Experiential can be that beginning. I hope to see you Sept 10 & 12 at the Carriage House.
Today the sun was out all day and the temp went above freezing letting our preoccupation with winter lessen for a moment. A day just for the enjoyment of sunlight and dripping. The artist sitting on the loading dock as I walked into the studio described it as the feeling when the itch stops. I made good progress on the water light pieces I am working on. Particularly happy with a layering of pale green, blue, and silky white threads delineating a curve.
Photos didn’t do it justice so I won’t post them, but my eye tells me it did just what I wanted it to do.
I’m reading a book about the history of the Mississippi River. It begins with the geologic history. My interest and imagination are engaged by a description of an ocean where the great plains are now. The land that will be the Rockies are on the floor of that ocean. Go to a mountain top now and you can find the fossil of a sea creature who lived in that banished ocean. That’s change.
The book is : Immortal River by Calvin R. Fremling
Today was the 4th day I’ve spent putting paint on big pieces of stretched wet white cotton. Yesterday I found the right combination of wet cloth and watered fabric paint to pour down the sides then tilt and watch it bleed
and blend the pigments. Its exciting to see the color race into the wet field but the desired final effect requires patience and attention. The motion slows and I watch for the right amount of color and motion and light expressed to stop.
There is a place on each one where I thought yes, that’s it! It feels like something I’ve seen.
I am starting a new piece today that grew out of a summer evening standing on the Ford Parkway Bridge over the Mississippi River. It was one of those summer evening that you sometimes get but are not guaranteed in our muggy Midwest. It was not hot, not cool, not damp, or dry. The air seemed kind on my skin. I believe it was August because the trees had that reaching to the leaf tip greenness they get at the end of summer. There was a cloud bank on the eastern horizon and I headed to the river to watch the sunset.
I parked on the west bank and walked across the bridge to the east bank then went back to the center. I stood facing north watching the light go by watching the surface of the water. There were greens, blues, grays, and browns that were joined by purple shadows, and pink coppery highlights reflecting the cloud bank absorbing the red light. There were ever changing textures on of the surface of the moving water. The bright tips created by air moving one way the water another danced here then over there. All of it moving, changing, new with every glance from one aspect to another. I stayed watching until the river seemed to consist of variations of murky yet steely grays, blues, & browns. I watched the flow of the river and the ebbing of the light entirely rapt, trying to catch the moment when change happened. But it was just gradual flow. The best I could do was record in my minds eye the moment to moment details my attention is capable of . Then hope to bank them for when I need to call on them to tell me if the thing I am creating has some visual truth. I have been using that experience for more than a year to create the pieces I call River Light and I begin a new one today.