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Showing posts with label artist. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 24, 2016
Thursday, October 15, 2015
I Think I'm Low But Can't Prove It
I'm having one of those moments
when I feel creatively low...
so low that I have to remind myself
that I am creative on a daily basis
to keep myself from feeling like a loser
(yes I "go there"... no judging)...
I have countless ideas
from small to grand.
I snap photos constantly...
in my head I'm putting them to music
in some sort of video montage way.
This may sound silly...
it's as if I can hear or sense the whimsy in something
or the mood it emanates just by...being.
Although...
very few of those compositions
make it out of my imagination.
They currently... rest in peace.. .on my hard drive...
unedited.
I can not sit still in the car and just...be...
(I'm in a car at least 12 hours, with in a five day work week)
(no wonder)
(living on a boat part-time in the city helps)
in my mind,
I see so many incredible images
I want to capture
and bring them to life somehow,
even if it's to
preserve them as
two dimensional art.
This is my Picasso doodle.
Proof that I have been productively creative...
and for no good reason (which is the best way)...
I have also started an encaustic piece...
a gift for a friend.
I've titled it...
I Have Knots in My Scalene
(because I do)
(my friend is my massage therapist)
(there is something satisfying about
twisting wire around rocks)
And...
I have jumped in
on a life drawing class each Friday morning...
Even though I believe I am rusty and
my scale and foreshortening are out of whack...
I get to start the morning drawing the human figure...
something I miss from being a student.
I chose straight up micron pens.
Their permanency forces me to stick with it and
finish the job without too much
thinking....
(and I tossed in a nifty water brush for some pizazz)
(and of course the doodle part)
Oh yes... and when I rake autumn leaves
(or attempt to)
I wear a blue tutu and twirl.
(no leaves have been raked to date...by me)
Gathering these last few weeks
of creative efforts into one spot
(this one)
helps me realize
I have no valid reason to feel creatively
L O W.
I'm on a pretty good roll actually.
Tutu & all.
As I was typing this I was baking an apple pie.
I forgot to make enough crust to cover the top.
About 15 minutes in the oven I realized this.
I threw together
a granola, brown sugar crumble
as a quick fix.
(I'm pretty sure this carries creativity points)
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music to twirl to...
slowly, passionately twirl...
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Tuesday, April 7, 2015
A Good Saturday Prep Day for Planning Art
Chauffeured by child #2...
on a sunny Portland day...
I tested clawfoot tubs...
at Hippo Hardware...
and shopped for old windows.
I stopped by the marina to check on the sailboat...
went to a market place with interesting things...
and old things...
spent time at the KEEN Garage...
and the Rebuilding Center on Mississippi Avenue...
where I was reunited...
with the park I once pulled James Mercer (The Shins)
through the grass on a wheel-less skateboard
as he lip-sync'd for the camera in 2012(?)
his part to this...
(I also littered the street that day for the shoot
and brought my garbage cans from home
as post apocolyptic props)
Later that Saturday evening,
I chilled a beverage in the backyard creek...
and indulged a wee bit on the deck...
as I contemplated my new body of work,
envisioning them on the back of future artist cards,
as this bunch just arrived in the mail.
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Saturday, May 10, 2014
Thesis Writing: Final Placement—Thesis-free
The final walk.
The final reach.
The final placement.
Walking away.
Deluge at Multnomah Falls, OR
Drive by.
Stevenson, WA,
looking NE,
over the Columbia River.
Stevenson, WA,
looking SW,
sans rain.
Thesis-free option 1:
sit on Bob's Beach,
breathe,
stare,
grin.
Thesis-free option 2:
sit in front yard in speckled sun,
read for pleasure (whaaaaat?!?!?!) ...
Volume One of Anais Nin's Diaries,
with a cup of tea
in the grass weeds.
Thesis-free option 3:
walk around the house,
take photos of
insignificant things.
(like teeny-tiny ceramic mugs in
a very dirty 1949 casement windowsill
of the laundry-room).
Portrait of a crazed artist
trying diligently to
move gracefully
through the chaos.
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meditative and mesmerizing (can they be the same thing?) ...
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