Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
I really do enjoy painting on top of a prepared background. I seldom did that in the past. But what I like is just letting the background show through the face. The only thing, it really doesn't take much "time" to paint the face. Well that's good because "no matter what I do time just keeps ticking around me."
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
I'm finally getting started on the Sketchbook Project. It took four weeks for the Moleskin to arrive and then I had to put it off a bit more. Today I official became the Timekeeper. You see each participant is assigned a theme and mine is "Time". This should be easy as I'm always talking about needing time; more time; enough time; etc etc etc...........
Update on our life: my Mother-in-law passed away last week. She had reached the end of her time. We will grieve for her but she had a long life and we feel blessed with that.
I started a new Thanksgiving tradition at the Tomlinson house this year by celebrating Thanksgiving with dinner on the Saturday before. Ryan and Kristy didn't get to be with us because Ryan is not doing well right now. Kevin and Zack came as did Melissa, Timothy and Ashley who declared the dressing the best ever.
I'm sitting here right now feeling stuffed after finishing the leftovers and happy after playing ART all day.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Scrapped eyes and shape into wet paint with homemade pallet knife.
Then outlined. No additional paint added.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
Before sending it, she played ART on the above page and then dared me to play ART on the same page. Actually, what she dared me to do was exercise. Notice the words she deliberately left showing on the page.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Saturday, November 07, 2009
But I will tell you that after shopping for curtain fabric, I realized that I have reached a milestone in my aging process. Yes I think I have.
Either that or I recognized my Mother in myself. Very simply put, I think when you reach a certain age which might be different for each individual, things matching no longer seems a priority.
When I finished my sewing room that bright blue little pillow just popped and that was my inspiration when I when looking for new curtain fabric.
The problem was the wallpaper border just above the wainscoting and the pink morning glories. I'm over pink. And when I found the fabric that fit just exactly what I had in mind, I swooped it up knowing full well that it was not going to match this room at all. I knew that the only thing in the room that it complimented was the little blue pillow. I did it anyway. I spent ninety bucks knowing it was not going to work in the room. I set up a huge challenge for myself. I think I'm sick. No, I think I'm old.
I don't expect to get the new curtains made this weekend but I am excited about the pink morning glories.
That is the new curtain fabric on the right, and the little blue pillow and look, no pink morning glories. I mixed Golden Phthalo Blue(Green Shade) and Quinacridone Magenta and glazing liquid and I only about 75 more to paint. I might get that done.
Expect purple/blue morning glories,
Oh, the anthill in the top photo is me.
They were getting out of hand and I have this need for them to be all stacked and nestled together in an orderly fashion.....out of sight.
Never mind the dust that is in sight and covering every surface here. That doesn't bother me a bit.
So I drug them all out and put them back in and checked it off the list.
I might say I have also done that million little things that I didn't chalk down on my door list.
And I haven't picked up a paint brush yet either. I have that wedding to go to at four and then I'm going to watch a movie with my sweet Ashley.
Expect morning glories,
Friday, November 06, 2009
In the meantime, I have a weekend plan which does in fact include this journal page.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Keeping in mind that my Gut Art Journal is about "Looking for my Words", or as Mystele would say, "my authentic self", I consciously apply text and bits of paper with letters and words in the first layer of collage. However, I give no attention to where on the page any of it lands nor what any of it says.
I saw the word "afraid" when I first started painting this page but I just didn't get it. There it was just about to slip off the top. My sense of composition had no idea what to do with it. You might remember when I finished the page, I simply had no "Words" and wrote, "none". Then I discovered the red wings were birds and not only birds but birds with a "tender touch". This morning I revisited the page and there was that word and right above it even closer to the edge was "not". I get it. I'm not afraid.
I guess the point is art will continue to speak even when you think you have heard everything.So, that didn't take very long. After quickly cutting an "afraid" stamp, I still had time for more art.
I decided that I need to concentrate on the element of drawing. So I chose a magazine face to draw and proceeded.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Expect a tender touch,