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Friday, October 30, 2015

San Miguel de Allende


John and I left on the 9th to join our friends in San Miguel; from our damp and darkened home in the Pacific Northwest to sunny Mexico.


Katie Kendrick was waiting there, we were both ready to teach and play for a week with a group of women who would quickly become fast friends and confidantes. It is magic what happens at these retreats. Making art projects is only part of it. There is a camaraderie, food, celebrations, connection. Community. It's phenomenal.


 Lost in our private worlds. In flow. Blissful. That's how the days pass. And then we eat!


Kathie Vezzani and Ane Elena take such good care of us. They know the in's and out's. Where to eat. What's happening in town.


One unexpected surprise for me was how much I loved and was inspired by the mojigangas. Paper mache. That we got to paint and decorate. I learned a new recipe for paper mache that will make it much stronger than what I used in the past. Bug resistent. Now I can't wait to try it.


We got to work in the sun. Wear our summer clothes. 


We got to have two cooking lessons. Michael Coon had us in his home where he teaches cooking classes. Gosh he fed us course after course of food; I finally had to throw in the towel before the dessert came. It was so delicious we couldn't stop eating.


We had a bumpy ride out to Pozos and learned about the history of silver mining in the region; got to see the desert and meet an old miner there, the last of his kind.


On our last night we visited the home of Paco Cardenas who prepared us a 4 course meal with paired wines and showed us how to make the dessert; chocolate on chocolate - swoon!


Here he is showing us the dessert.


A delightful chef who owns a bakery and coffee shop in town.


He had a special treat for two of our attendees who had Birthdays; a beautiful cake that we shared on top of the meal!! What a night that was.


This shot was taken at the rooftop of the Rosewood Hotel; stunning views of the sunset and the entire city.


Friendships forged. Kathy lives in my town and I didn't even know her. We have a play date planned.


Of course the city is full of amazing art. We visited numerous galleries and got lots of inspiration.


These are some of our finished projects. Floorcloths in one of my classes. 


Soft spirit dolls in one of Katie's classes.


All while San Miguel smiled on us.


Katie's second class was cardboard books (I'll try to show you mine in the next post) and my second class was gum arabic printmaking.


After my art people left John and I stayed on an extra week with friends who live in the city.


They made us welcome with nightly meals, toasty fires when the weather turned cool (hurricane Patricia, remember?) and introduced me to this painter.


His name is Joaquin Pineiro and I fell in love with his work. 


He invited me to work with him on a large painting. I was thrilled. We painted all day.


His media included enamel paint, cement, milk paint, wax, gasoline, paint thinner, oil paint, pigment, blanco de espana, fire to melt the wax and set the combustibles on fire and more. It was revolutionary.


I came home and started a canvas with some of his less combustible media. This is what it looks like now and I intend to do a 2nd panel to add to it. I'll show you as soon as I can; our family is preparing to head out for another get-away so I made not get to it for awhile.

Thank you for visiting. Life is sweet when it is not terrifying or sad. I try to make the most of the good times, knowing nothing gold can stay. Art keeps me alive. It is my lifeline and my connection to spirit. I know how lucky I am. I want everyone to be well, content, at peace. Namaste.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Catching Up to September


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 agreed.


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. 

Saturday, September 05, 2015

Last Two Versions of the Big One



Day 29 above.


Day 30. Whew! 
After a full 30 days of painting each day I feel like the marathon runner who throws herself across the finish line. 
Now I can finally start new paintings. 
Bye bye Big Big. You've been a worthy studio companion.

Friday, September 04, 2015

My Month of Paintings


So in my last post I shared with you the first 5 versions of my month long challenge to myself to paint daily on the same painting. 
I can hardly remember why I started this challenge to myself other than that I had a failed painting on a 48x60" canvas that I didn't know what to do with. 


So I threw that canvas on the floor on the first day and just started painting meandering lines on it. And then one thing just sorta let to another. It was fun. Addictive.


On some days the changes I made were ghastly. So I decided to accept that. Believe me when I say it wasn't easy to accept the ugly. The badly composed. 
My inner critic was howling but I sat him in a corner and continued.


To make it even harder, I started posting the results on Facebook every day so that all my uglies hung out for everyone to see. 
As the wonderful Marcia Sandmeyer Wilson said on her site long ago, I had my underpants on my head. That brave.


I wanted to stop several times.


This version for example.


But by then the friends on Facebook urged me on.


"Joy, joy, destroy" as my idol Carlito says.


I destroyed.


And overcame fear.


I rose again.


And was glad I'd had courage.


Was able to get out a lot of silly.


And watch as things rose up ...


faded away ...


and became other things.


I grew tired of it at times.


But kept going.



Went off in some real strange directions.


And found that I didn't care any more.


I had lost some essential part of me that was fearful.


That always held me back.


Tomorrow I'll show you the last 2 days.

Thank you for witnessing my journey. 
I hope you find a way to realize your dreams if they are good ones. 

xo