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"Our house, is a very very fine house.." the first time I heard that song was in Amsterdam in like 1970-71? at a concert in which that song was the only one sung in English. Little did I know, that one day I would be living and creating in one such fine house. I always loved the song , from the first time I heard it (child of the 70's that I am). I hope I don't sound boastful, but am simply glad and thankful to be in this space. Others also appreciate and recognize the colorful regeneration of our 103 year old house and studio. We have been here a year now and enjoy being a part of our eclectic and vibrant neighborhood. Thanks to all-- and check out this flicker pic to see other spectacular houses in our neighborhood. (thanks Brandon)
This link is one I found on Jafabrit's blog-- the question is -would you wear one of these suits? I haven't answered yet- but like to read how others respond and seem to really know which one they would wear and why. I'm still thinkin'.... Check it out.....interesting link
Just wanted to put up another post of something I feel better about, as far as combining media. I have been working on and off with this Frida and Diego piece and am much more pleased with where I stop and start with it.
I am using photos, painting, tissue and clay pieces, along with the shrinky dink material I was into during October. In progress- but unlike the piece of my Dad- when I am away from this one- I return and am pleased to look at many parts of it.
Here is a close up of the memory picture I am working on with my Dad. Sepia photo with pastel and glitter experimentation-probably taken too far (less is more)- -I am learning to combine media and work with what happens and this was an exercise in some frustration for me. At different times I liked what was happening, but then other little accidents became not so happy for me.
So I just let it go in a lot of ways to learning and feeling and trying new things. It's weird because when I get away from it and return to it -I think it will be better - but it really isn't, for me anyway.
My Dad died when he was only fifty years old and I was fifteen. I had a perfect childhood until that day. He and I were two of a kind in our little family-therefore the bunny ears we wear. Entitled "Sometimes I really miss him..." every season within. It is not a sad deal anymore so much , as I am past the age he was when he died, but I still have bittersweet remembrances and wonderings of "what ifs" as our family generations grow and go on-- with his true spirit in all of us. Thanks Dad.
Last year's snow shoes, on the porch of the house we sold on New Year's Day 2007. That was fortunate and weird to sell a house on January first, but here we are one year later- in an old/new house in a much happier and productive space. Thankfully.
So as I am cruising around the blogs- I am overwhelmed by the New Year activity and inspirational thoughts and ideas for 2008. I am not in full swing of such thinking as of yet, but I have a few more "off" days and hope to have some reflective dream time incorporated within that time. I have been doing some creative activities in the studio- painting a bedside table for self and an alter like collage in remembrance of my father--but as I work on them I feel like it is not what I truly want to be doing- but because it is in front of me and immediate- that is what I do. That there is something on the edge of my mind and person within that I could be doing? or maybe it is just guilt about not cleaning up the studio space! whatever it is - it is all OK- as I have a core feeling of OKAYedness about this year and what it will bring- personally-financially -spiritually-professionally--and communally.
So-- 2008 is here and so are we- much to be thankful about and look forward to.
Looking through sketchbooks. This is a drawing I did after the "fire". It is a memory drawing of a composite piece I did for Dr. Kiley, who I met when I first moved to Portland. He had written some children's poems and was looking for someone to illustrate them. This is not as "tight" or colorful as the composite was, but was a recollection of what I had done before and liked and lost. I don't really like the random, stream of consciousness "stuff" inside , but like the general concept and layout of the reflecting aspect and when I was playing around with the image's contrast and such , I discovered another small face in the cheek area that was sort of like an engraved image of another drawing that I had drawn on the prior page of my sketch book. I get a kind of serene, madonna like feeling about it. What do ya think?
Happy Halloween and El Dia De Los Muertos, tomorrow and Friday. I am the lone skeleton this Halloween, all the family peeps are gone- Europe-Tacoma- all the exotic places! Anyway I was looking at pictures and found this one of 'dem bones in a museum somewhere in Mexico when we were there. Like it -thought I'd post it. So there it is.
