Did you think I quit? No no, but there is little hope that I will ever catch up with the other challengers who are still playing with Darcy of art-and-sole. You can view all of my cards in order here.
My imitation for this postcard is from the very famous poet from India, Rabindranath Tagore who took up painting very late in his life. There was something about his style that appealed to me and my sweet sis-in-law suggested that this was my Halloween picture for this year. That never occurred to me but of course, she is right.
First of all, you know how I love to share my WIPs. Could be because I like to see them here too:) Anyway, while in Orvieto, I discovered how crazy easy it is to use my iphone for snapping quick shots.
You may not need to know that I HATEHATE HATE the Termini train station in Rome. My experience the first time I went almost kept me from going again. Yes, this time is was the "fear of the known" instead of the "fear of the unknown". However, as many of you have heard me say, "if I did it once I can do it again". And that was what I had to hold onto. I won't go into the gory details except to say it was just as traumatic the second time as the first.
When we heard the assignment to paint a story with two or more characters, I had one to tell.
Once I finally boarded the train, I saw all these people.
I gave this Yogurt Biscuit recipe a trial run the other day but did not have the self-rising flour that it called for. So today, I tried again. The recipe was published in a supplement, Relish, that is included weekly in our newspaper.
plain Greek yogurt
I adapted the recipe to accommodate the 7oz size of Fage all natural low fat (2% milk fat) Greek strained Yogurt:
1 cup self-rising flour
3/4 teaspoon salt
1 tub (7oz) plain Greek yogurt
Whisk flour and salt in large bowl. Pour yogurt into center and mix with fork to form dough. Turn out on floured surface and sprinkle dough with flour. Fold in half and pat to 1/2 inch thickness. Flour again, fold in half and pat dough to 1/2 inch thickness. My dough yielded 10 biscuits using a 2 ¼" cutter. Bake at 450°F about 10 minutes.
Of course, there was a method to my madness. I bought these cute little jars of jam in Orvieto; I really meant to gift them ......sorry my friends. We sampled in Orvieto and I knew they were wonderful but I could not resist. They are from Agriturismo Valle del Tione in the valley just out of Orvieto.
Our first full day in Oriveto included walking and walking and walking.
Bill and Kristi gave us the full town tour which left me with aching muscles and joints.
We were on a artful mission.
To observe, sketch, collect visual imagery with camera and rubbings, and to take inspiration back to the studio.
For our first studio warm-up we carved a stamp using the found inspiration. Our packet from Misty included this tiny journal and I used my stamp for the cover. I came home with the assignment to fill the pages of this tiny journal.
Our packet also included a page from an art book that we were then suppose to use as inspiration for a quick sketch. This was on one side of the page. Dear Misty, I had a fleeting thought about using it. Fleeting! However, The Rucellai Madonna was on the other side and I chose it for the above. I carried a set of chalk pastels and used them for the first time. There was no time to finish as we were off for a wine and olive oil tasting at The Palace of Taste and then a group dinner at LaPalomba.
After being missing in action, it is always hard to come back and know where to begin again. My Celebration Break took me to Orvieto. My celebration was about 50 years with a DH who didn't blink when I told him I wanted and needed to go back. My celebration was also about beginning and embracing the retirement path that I now find myself on. I could not imagine a better way to really start down this new path.
When I woke on the last Monday of August, my first thoughts were about going to Orvieto. I have known for 2 years that I could go back but on that Monday, I knew my reasoning for not going was flawed. It didn't matter that I was returning to the same place for the same thing with the same people. It only mattered that I was different. And that was the word that echoed from my heart and soul. Different. "This will be different for so many reasons." It was and I plan to share all of it. Slowly and surely.
To start, I challenged myself to carry a tiny blank journal and Pit Artist Pen to document my journey by capturing moments that I shared with strangers as well as a few moments I shared with new and old friends. None knew that they were becoming a part of my memories.
I wasn't trying to get a likeness and if I did or did not, no one will ever know. The challenge was to sketch fast my moving targets without being able to erase. I regret that on my return trip, I was simply too exhausted to continue the documentation. But I love this little journal and I see my self taking it out to find new memories with the strangers in my life. More later, Sharon
I love using my hands to do anything. I get lost creating. Painting faces, collage, mixed media, and altered books are my passions.
Digging in the dirt feeds my soul. Flowers are one of God's greatest creations.
I'm shy although one might not know it. I have too many opinions and can't keep them to myself.
Every now and then, I just need to touch cloth. I use unwanted clothing, cast offs, remnants, unfinished works-in-progress, cloth napkins, table cloths, curtains, and my stash which is pretty extensive.
And then, I sit and stitch. And stitch. Because stitching calms and relaxes me. It quiets the chatter in my head and keeps me upright in the chair zone in the evenings. And that is The Cloth Side Of Me.