Showing posts with label Pasha cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pasha cat. Show all posts

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Spring Shifting


Almost a month has passed since last I posted here. The snows finally melted, 
and warmer weather has come - but just barely. April did not bring lots of rain, 
and the wood stove was still burning for much of it. I have little work to show 
you - the last weeks of teaching seemed more demanding than usual, and then 
grading and ill friends to worry about and on and on. I've been unsettled with life
demands, many errands and paperwork, and have not had my usual diligent studio
schedule. The pinboard was cleared except for a few pieces that I want around to 
inform my next paintings, work that I'm interested in knowing better. 

I did get a few days work in and made a three panel painting. Its the middle piece 
in the image below. I was happy with the first layer, but not so with the next. 
Working quickly over the whole expanse went well at first, but I didn't take in 
the whole piece visually when I added the next layer. Having had some time away 
from it, its not as terrible as I thought, but it lacks the nuances of the two pieces 
above it that I am quite interested in. I suppose its time to buy a large roll of 
paper - the challenge might well have been from painting on three sheets together 
as opposed to one large one. 


Below is first wash layer, it had a lot of potential, oh well. 




I had some final details completed in the studio that, though seemingly small, 
finished off the space nicely. The plan had always been to put posts in the 
entry to separate it from the rest of the space. I'm happy with the results. A 
few more details - some coat hooks (natural branches is the plan) and a larger 
bulletin board, and the entry will be complete. When I am in there now, I feel 
something in the energy of the space has shifted, and I am needing to re-settle 
once a few important tasks are accomplished next week. 




With a wonderful new wooden post to play with, I got right to work, banging 
nails for brushes and hanging a lovely little plant-dyed silk bag made by Velma 
that my friend, Donna, sent me. They met at a bookarts fair in Maine where Velma 
was a vendor, what fun! The bag is hanging with some dried plants from last season.


A few more wonderful gifts have arrived in the mail, but I just realized I don't have 
photos of them yet. I am continually grateful for this blogging community... as I 
look around the studio, I see little cards, sculptures, pictures, poems, seedpods, 
notes and all kinds of inspiration from all of you. I had no idea when I began blogging 
a few years ago that there WAS such an inspiring, generous and amazingly gifted 
community waiting for me... thank you! Waaay back when I reached 300 followers 
I wanted to do another giveaway, now that number has climbed to 365. So, I hope 
to get something together soon to pay forward the generosity. 

The next images are out and about and in the forest, but just this week the leaves 
have come out and the ferns are unfurling. Wish me luck in selling a few things I've 
inherited - which will mean that I can focus on being a full-time artist this summer, 
and maybe not feel financially strapped for a change! I hope to be back after next 
week with good news to share and continuing with the new work. I wonder how the 
spring-green forest will influence the images?





Coltsfoot - flowers first, then the leaves. 












I took a few photos of myself in the forest to use for bios. 
From intense forest woman to more inviting - both useful.








Life is good for Pasha, long days outside and good naps on 
the porch make him a very contented kitty. 




Sunday, March 24, 2013

Deeper Into the Mystery...

"Winter Mists", watercolor,  22 x 30", VClaff 2013
Tucked into my little studio, snowstorms howling outside and 
Pasha sleeping by the stove, the forest whispers its secrets to me. 
The new paintings feel like the integration of many things - things 
I can articulate, and things I cannot. For the first time in many 
years, each painting I make teaches me as well as deepens 
the mystery. Each new piece is a threshold to new 
possibilities in both form and content. 
Its a good place to be.  

small work, untitled, VClaff 2013 
I usually start the day with a few smaller explorations, 
warming up for the larger work. I push the medium with 
these to see what is possible, and what might create 
interesting results. Some get pretty wild. 

small work, untitled, VClaff 2013
small work, untitled, VClaff 2013
After a few of these, I begin a larger piece. Below is the first 
layer of "Winter Mists", the first painting in this post. Its the 
largest size I can go at present, unless I decide to buy a 
roll of watercolor paper. I've found both the long, thin 
format and this large rectangle work for my subject.   

first layer of "Winter Mists" above
"Rising Mists" below, is a painting completed yesterday, which
has me thinking about all sorts of things and reminds me of 
a particular spot by a stream in the forest here. 

"Rising Mists", watercolor, 22 x 30", VClaff 2013
 "Winter Trees" is one I'm interested in... one that seems to 
get to the heart of the stories I'm wanting to tell. 

"White Trees", watercolor, VClaff, 2013

Pasha, as ever, is my constant companion. Having been hesitant 
about the studio when it was first built, he now seems to look forward to 
our days in there. Sometimes, when we are out running around on paths 
and roads to let off steam, he runs there and cries at the door to go in... 
disappointed that we don't.


 He's been a bit adventurous with all the snow, trudging home 
from a short forest expedition over mountains of snow in a storm. 





And the snow falls and falls... burying house and paths 
and car again and again, leaving magic in its wake. 




On the Vernal Equinox, I watched a pink-tinted sky brighten as I 
headed off on my long commute. Light snow and beautiful light 
graced the morning.  


Once out of the forest there was a different kind of light-magic, 
inspiring me the whole way down the hill.