The Indigo class was a great success. Lots of wonderful patterns created by the willing crew.
We spent 2 1/2 days tying, wrapping, clamping, stitching and dyeing our creations.
On the last day we made books and sewing bags.
Gosh it was fun.
There's little more beautiful than fresh dyed indigo flapping in the breeze.
And we had marvelous weather for the weekend.
Kathie even let us do some rusting from her great stash of metal.
She prepared us lunches and suppers! It was incredible to eat her fabulous food and to watch her prepare it with seeming ease. Thank you Kathie and you terrific attendees for a wonderful weekend.
It seemed like the garden exploded overnight into riotous flower and fruit.
The persimmons are like sculpture; I love to watch them mature.
And the winter squash, strewn among the fallen plums. The vines are dying. Summer winding down.
I stretched the Big Big canvas. I love to stretch canvas. I know; I must be crazy. But I do love the mundane studio tasks as well as the moments of joy when something in a painting satisfies me.
I've been at it.
Flinging myself at the paint; flinging the paint at the substrate.
I talked Shellie (my daughter) into trying non-representation.
She was exhausted by the end of the day.
She said that painting a subject is so much easier because you know what it's supposed to look like.
Or at the least you have a starting place.
Whereas in non-representational painting, you have to invent everything.
I think it's the most challenging painting I've ever tried.
I'm only at the beginning of my search.
But I'm loving it.
Thank you for stopping by.