Changing Sea

I sat and watched the ocean change colors today. It was gray when I arrived, some of the same gray as is in the rocks. As it started to change color I saw startlingly blue to my right and gray to my left. Turquoise began to appear in the crashing waves. It peaked out amidst the white, splashing water. Eventually, the whole body of water was shades of blue and turquoise.

Boston to Maine

The drive from Boston to Maine was beautiful. Bright blue skies and green trees. It's funny how something like roadkill can let you know you're someplace different. Today I didn't not see a single deer along the side of the road. Certainly they have them here. The poor things litter the streets on Pennsylvania. What I saw driving through Maine were porcupines- about 5 or6 of them. Then as I got closer to Winter Harbor, I saw two small (well, small for a bear, big for anything else) black animals. Olivia did some research from home for me. I think they were Fishers. At any rate I'd love to see both animals alive. Although after reading the description of the Fisher, from far away would be best.

Schoodic Point is beautiful. After I checked into my lodgings I walked up to the point just in time for sunset. I resolve to draw there first thing tomorrow morning.

Philadelphia to Boston

The first leg of my journey is finally completed! One new tire and 8 hours later I got to visit with my nephew and brand new niece. A fine reward for the trials of the day.



And then, because I didn't get a chance to post them before...
My pretrip preparations included some color management.



I called Matt from the side of the road. He had a lot of trouble breaking the tire nuts loose so I didn't feel so bad that I couldn't do it. My efforts turned the wheel (No I didn't jack it up first) and lifted the car but did NOT loosen a single nut.

Luckily this place was open on Labor Day Weekend!

Ignoring the Signs

I took a photo of this headless moth on my windshield before I pulled out of my parking space yesterday. My hood is frequently covered in droppings from the birds that nest in the tree above my space. I figure this guy lost his head to a bird. I also laughed about what a bad omen it was. Word to the wise. Don't laugh. Ten minutes later I was on the side of the road with my (I'd say flat but you've seen the photo) bare wheel.

Inauspicious Start

10 minutes. I was ten minutes into my drive to Maine via Boston when this happened. Luckily it only took two hours to get back on the road. Note the lack of actual tire on my wheel.

Time to Go

I'm leaving for Maine today. The past few days have been a whirlwind of preparation. This guy is eating the parsley. If I can I'll post regularly from Maine. If not I might be offline until October.

Getting Ready

Only a few days left of summer vacation. It doesn't feel like that could be true since it's back in the 90's again. But I leave for Maine and the residency very soon.

Harvest and Cooking

The fledgling tomatillo plants that I rescued from the shovel are doing great. I thought I'd already told the story of rescuing them but I can't find it. Suffice it to say that I got to the garden center too late to purchase any tomatillo plants. I thought I'd have to go without them, a real tragedy. The next day I was turning over my last row of dirt and weeds and found one plant- a volunteer from last year. It was abused, having been dumped over with my shovel. I searched the rest of my turned-over row like I was looking for victims of a building collapse. I found three total. Their poor bodies were pathetic, two had been upside down in the dirt for two days. It was touch and go at first but they all made it. In fact as the garden got going more volunteers sprung up.



The back right corner of my garden is a tangle of tomatillos and tomatoes. No actual ROWS to speak of. Harvesting is a treasure hunt. Today we gathered up handfuls of tomatillos, heirloom tomatoes that are purplish-green and cherry tomato sized, and three great looking full size heirloom tomatoes. Yum.

Last night Salsa Verde!

Goofing Around

O.K. I can't stop playing with the blog design functions. I should get serious and write the html the way I want it but there are so many ways to alter it with just a click. Writing the html is going to take some effort. I'd be sort of happy with the current layout if I could put my own photo behind instead of a stock photo. Yes, I am just wasting time. I leave for my residency in Maine next week. The anticipation has killed my mental focus. I'll be leaving some things in progress in the studio. Unfortunately I just can't get them done before I go.

Marks

Peter Doig


Henri Matisse


Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Root Space

I have something of a fascination with trees that grow into each other like this. I tried to make a painting of another pair of ingrown (?) trees. Unfortunately I couldn't quite convey that sense of entanglement. It just looked like a painting of two trees. One day I'll figure it out.

Toad

Walking the dog at night we have to be careful not to step on one of these. This particular guy lives on our porch.

Teach Me

acrylic on knitted cotton

Roosevelt Park

We stopped to visit Roosevelt Park on the way to the studio yesterday. Since they started painting the bridge we've been taking an alternate route that drives us right past the stadiums and this park. I still intend to make a stop at the Swedish Museum in the park but we had the dog with us this time. The park turns out to have several huge lakes, tons of algae, and lots of trash. All this green stuff is water. The dog didn't believe it though and tried her hardest to go after the trash. After our time in Harrisburg she's sure that every bump on the street is chicken or pizza just waiting for her.





The birds didn't seem to mind all the debris. I think this is a green heron.



We could actually hear the geese slurping up the algae.



Looks like someone had goose for dinner.

Creator & Audience

Taking a break from the intensive complexity of my sewn and painted works I began work on this charcoal drawing. I love the feel of charcoal on wet canvas, the physical scale of the large canvas, and the mental challenge of creating a drawing.

Rereading my journal this evening I came across this entry:

Watching "The Realms of the Unreal" made me think about the type of engagement Henry Darger had with his work. Because he never showed it to anyone it existed for him and he gave his interest free reign. He was creator and audience.

Looking Back

I'm obsessed with Blurb. The past week I've happily spent many, many hours turning my first blog year into a book. It's a little bit out of control. Matt threatened to surgically remove me from the computer. Not that the saw is exactly a surgical instrument.

In searching for my original image files (because the ones on here aren't big enough) I found this photo of our kitchen in Bowling Green. It's only 17,000 times bigger than our current kitchen. No, I'm not exaggerating, although somehow this weekend we actually had 5 people standing in it at once. I say standing because no one could actually move. Matt almost knocked me over yesterday while I was trying to load the dish washer and he was ??? I'm not sure what but the only thing that kept me from hitting the ground was that Olivia was standing in the way.

Anyway it's been 3 years since we left that house behind. For the first time I came across this photo without my stomach dropping out. Grief takes awhile, even when it's only for a house.

Drawing as a way of observing

If you come to my gallery shows you won't usually see my observational drawings. The work I usually show develops from my drawings in a very loose and general way. The way all the information and knowledge that I have works it's way into my work. But I still consider observational drawing important or maybe necessary. These days I don't know if that need is so connected to art making. I think it's more connected to watching the natural world. When I sit in a place, a zoo, aquarium, forest, or wherever, I see things that I don't see when I walk through it. Sitting and drawing allows me to become part of the environment I'm observing. I learn a lot about the thing I am drawing- how it is made, how it moves, how it interacts with it's environment- but I also learn a lot about unexpected things.

Last summer drawing at Canyon de Chelly and the Hubbell Trading Post National Historic Site I saw a lot of beautiful things that went by too quickly to photograph. Quick glimpses of how much we generally miss in the world.

Mystery

I love this mysterious landscape.

There are some parts of the woods around us you can walk into. There are a few worn paths. There are other places that are less worn but still possible to explore.

And then there is this spot.

Birds in the Garden

Proboscis

CD Hell

All I have to say is that it took me TWO days to find the images for yesterdays post. And they aren't even the original images. Stacks of CD's have to be the WORST way to store photos.

Varriation on a Theme

Painters aren't like regular photographers. Maybe I shouldn't speak for all painters but generally we're looking for something different. If the photo itself is already perfect than there's not much point in painting it. Anyway, I use one camera and only use a tripod when I'm photographing artwork. Over the years I've developed a few "techniques." (Photographers should stop reading now these are things you don't want to know.)

The first "technique" I developed was Not Breathing. I use Not Breathing in churches and other dark interiors where you either can't use a flash or don't want to. (I never want to use the flash.) Not Breathing is generally used in conjunction with Lock Elbows And Hold Very Still. However, Lock Elbows And Hold Very Still is not as good as Set Camera On Solid Object And Don't Move but solid objects are not always placed where you want them.

My favorite technique, only developed within the last five years or so, is most often used in Aquariums. It's called Move The Camera At The Same Speed As The Fish and is used, as you might guess, to photograph moving fish without a flash in dark aquariums. I LOVE this technique. It's really a sport. And like soccer, or hockey, or baseball, but not at all like basketball, you only score a few times per game. (ie. one interesting if not actually in focus image per 100 images.)

Ha ha. Now that I've written this and searched through my blog (because I'm trying to clean today and those messy, digital, blog files are messing up the entire house...um...cough) I realize I've already written this blog. Just goes to show that my techniques haven't changed much. But like an artist painting the same subject I'm just going to consider this post variations on a theme.