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Birds with hats

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Flapper

Back from celebrating my nephew Jackson’s first birthday with family in South Florida, I’m home today trying to stave off a cold I likely picked up from kid germs at the party. It was worth it, though.

Jackson's Smash Cake

On the subject of kids, I’ve been painting with kids in mind. These bird paintings were kid-inspired and painted by the kid in me.

The Market

I got the idea for bird hats from my friend Meggen’s young daughter, Addie. Meggen, who knew I was painting birds, texted me a picture of Addie’s drawing, in which even the bird babies have hats (jaunty tilt berets, no less):

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Great idea, so I used it. Kids use back, of course. We borrow from them, they borrow from us.  Just invite little people into your studio, give them crayons, and they’ll unapologetically emulate what you’re working on, but create something new, too, something you’ll wish you’d imagined, something you might want to embellish upon later.

Delayed Gifts

Friday, August 21, 2015

“There is a sympathy outside ourselves that knows, carries, and protects a message sometimes long enough for it to be delivered successfully.”

Annie Rogers, from one of my favorite books, A Shining Affliction

10 years ago, my friend Christy gave me a Koi travel watercolor set. I felt intimidated by watercolors, and I didn’t consider myself an artist.

I didn’t use the gift for a long time.

9 years, actually.

But good friends have a way of knowing what we need before we do, and recently I’ve fallen in love with her gift.

The paints dry quickly in my small square sketchbook. I draw the lines with a Pilot rolling ball pen.

The three items together–paints, pens, and a sketchbook–make a great gift for a friend.

Even if that friend is as dense I am.

Even if that friend is yourself.

Thank you, Christy.

Rock Cairns 1

Sink and Source

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Sink and Source

Millhopper painting in process

Recently I’ve been feeling a little lethargic about painting, and earlier this week, I even heard the dementor voice in my head saying, “Maybe you’re all dried up and won’t ever paint again. Maybe that’s it for you and the painting thing.”

Thankfully, I’ve been reading a lot–from Lynda Barry to Mickey Singer to the Harry Potter series. All these books, the ideas and just spending time in the languaged worlds of other creative people, act as protective aids, so I can see what my mind is doing and step back from it, not buy into its fears and doubts. The truth is, I’ve just needed a little rest and time to gather the courage to show up and take the next risks in my work. When I’m risking, I’m playing. Then the energy just comes; I don’t have to force it, and the work seems sourced by something beyond me.

Really, I’ve found that whether I’m dancing or painting or writing or doing yoga, the trick is to move and create in such a way that I can bypass the mind, which is to say, prison break. I did this last night when I came home from the art opening at the Thomas Center for the wonderful new exhibit curated by artist Anne Gilroy, Beauty and the Beasts. It was late and I was tired (said my mind), but I turned on some music and began.  I lost track of time, and when I fell into bed, the painting was finished. Read More >

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