Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Once and for all

The reaching hand has metamorphed into a different kind of collage.  After two years of transformations and failures, and setting it aside...I think it is done. 

I left three of the butterflies a few orbs and the hand.   But it has a new life now with the addition of collage papers, more paint and a better color palette.     I need to sign it and let it go.  

A chorus of carrots

Ok. I admit this is an odd subject, but in my defense, and only artists will get it, I had some really pretty orange papers in my collage pile.  It was an aha moment.  When I tossed them on this painting the colors sang to me.   So i tore the papers into carrot shapes and lined them up.   In my stash of hand carved stamps which I created a few years ago, i had a set of faces. By stamping on orange scraps and gluing them down, it created the chorus. 


I had such fun making this piece and enjoying the colors, i may just do a follow up some time.  But for now. It can stand on its own.

The photo of carrots is from a magazine. I had planned to use it in a collage someday but certainly did not have this in mind at the time. 

By the way this is painted over the unicorn painting. See ? Hes still there lower left side.

Ive had some interesting feedback as this progressed. Two people think I should put arms on them connected like a chorus line.  One thinks they need two legs.    So they can be in dance poses.    Lol.  Maybe the next one.  Right now it feels finished.   I hope you enjoy it.

Thursday, June 13, 2019

Watch this

https://youtu.be/7SO0NqfNRfs

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

Portrait artist competition

https://youtu.be/1R3TNgcaA4c

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Reposting an old funny post.

Maybe the senior citizens who read this will understand. Old ears do not always hear exactly what is said - if we hear it at all. You are supposed to smile now.

My son's family has three dogs, Pokey, Lucky and Macie. I met my son and his daughter Candis outside the other day and asked, "How's everyone?" Candis replied, "Lucky's dead". Well, that's what it sounded like to me.

Not quite believing it, I echoed back with the question, "Lucky's dead?" My son is a jokester and he assumed I was having some fun with Candis. She just looked slightly puzzled and echoed back "Lucky's dead?" Now she catches on to the fact that I had misunderstood, so she gives me a quick eye roll and repeats in aloud voice, "Grandma, Pokie's deaf."

Now, I'm thinking one dog is dead and one is deaf. My son is doubled over with laughter. I think everyone has gone nuts. Now Candis is laughing. So Pokey comes along and they demonstrate that she indeed cannot hear anything.

I'm feeling bad about that, but worse about Lucky. I say, "I"m sorry about Lucky." Now Candis and Matt are both hysterical and I'm looking upset and confused.

About then, Lucky wanders over to be petted. I think I need a nap.

Yesterday at an art meeting Marilyn was showing us a small chapstick bag she made with a knotted string technique for show and tell. "This is a little recepticle." she tells us in her soft voice.   Bobbi who is sitting next to her looking puzzled, asks "a testicle bag?" Everyone around the table laughs. Later, at lunch we admitted three of us had heard it the same as Bobbi. Tricky things, old ears.