Showing posts with label stones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stones. Show all posts

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Another Day of Stones and Spirals


In the studio, 
still journeying with spirals, 
circles and 
stones.


Thoughts of tree rings
and raked gravel in a Zen garden.


Crop circles, 
labyrinths, 
and, 
as 
Pamela suggested, 
finger prints. 


Maybe I'll mount this one on wood....


Piles and piles on my table. 
Some I like, 
some will 
not survive 
the harvest. 


Different papers do different things. 
I think I've found my favorite. 


Re-arranged a shelf of inspiration, 
after a visit to 
my parents' house. 
Yet more 
treasures 
they are passing on 
in preparation  
to move far away....


Dad found a collection 
of my most precious stones
 from a secret pebble 
beach in Greece. 

Washed and tumbled 
by turquoise water, 
rolled back and forth. 
I can feel them moving under me.


Memories flood back when I feel the 
smooth skin of polished stones - 
Sea-filled caves with blue-green
prisms of light, slight taste of salt, 
watermelon, 
warm tomatoes, 
and fetta.  


I remember most of the  stones quite well, 
though I have not seen them in 
many years. 








Stones in the garden, 
carried from near and far, 
where a 
salamander 
contemplates the 
Buddha. 


Golden hues 
of late summer 
grace the forest clearing, 
Small white skinny-winged moths 
soak in the warm sun, 
and large, black crickets 
scramble about when I move 
a pot here and there. 

Sunday, August 15, 2010

In Praise of Rain and Studio Stories

Meander stone and spiral drawing


birches turning yellow behind garden

As I write, the first gentle, soaking rain in 
weeks taps out a slow rhythm on the tin roof. I'm grinning 
with gratefulness. A cool, autumnal feeling day that called 
me deep within myself and found me tending the land and 
working in the studio. The birches have started turning and 
dropping leaves much earlier than usual. began the day by 
cutting the numerous saplings that sprout in the clearing - 
an ongoing necessary task to claim some open space in 
the midst of the forest. I trimmed hemlocks, cut black and 
yellow birch, keeping a few white ones for their graceful 
leaf-wind-dance. I could feel the rain coming - the smells, 
a certain density of clouds, the rustle of high leaves. 


As I wandered and worked, small signs of fall color 
peeped out from secret hiding places. 


I noticed that someone tasted the volunteer squash, 
probably the woodpile chipmunk who lives next to it. 
Guess it wasn't to her liking. 


After hauling the brush to a pile in the forest, I contemplated 
the cord and a half more of wood that needs to be stacked, 
but some images and ideas I'm working on drew me into the studio 
for more exploration. Sometimes, things that start as pure fun turn 
into something exciting. I didn't realize until today that the painted 
stones I made for my Myth and Symbol students in the spring related 
to the line doodle drawings I was doing last winter. 

line doodles 

Its not really surprising, I'm fascinated with these kinds 
of primal patterns, crop circle patterns and ancient 
symbols that are seen in cultures from all over the world. 
What is surprising is that they haven't ever found their way 
into my work in a sustained and significant way. 
Now, however, they are demanding attention. 

painted spiral stone

I've been obsessively making bleeding, primal pattern 
drawings the last few days, listening to stories told in the 
language of symbols. Patterns are speaking to me, though I 
hear them from a place just out of reach of my consciousness. 
I know obsessions to be very useful things to nurture when 
it comes to making art - they can take me on grand, new 
adventures if I have the courage to follow....    


I'm obviously being influenced by things on my studio table,
but then again, I chose to put them there.... 



Though the patterns aren't so different, its the surface they are 
on that gives each its particular quality. Gel pens on black paper, 
silver paint marker on stone, ink on watercolor and Yupo paper. 


What I'm excited about with these new drawings is 
the obvious influence the stone shapes have had on 
them. The line doodles are like patterns in space
that speak of microcosms and macrocosms - 
spinning electrons and galaxies. I see ancient 
artifacts and petroglyphs as I draw patterns within 
the stone-like forms in this work. Containing 
the patterns this way is a new way of working 
with much to explore. 


Above is a drawing on Yupo paper which is not 
absorbent at all so creates interesting bleed areas 
as the ink dries. Below is a detail. A bit like an eye...  



Two spirals on Yupo. The one on the right is still wet, 
if you click to enlarge, you will see the pooling ink. 


Three primal pattern drawings on watercolor paper. 

Who knows where all this will lead. For now, I'm happy 
to feel myself pulled into the studio. I have landscapes to 
make for an upcoming show and a gallery, both demanding 
that I commit to a body of work instead of a new exploration. 
I will keep making these drawings however, I'm too obsessed 
not to! They are new ingredients I am stirring into my 
cauldron of imagination. Always a good idea to change 
up the stew now and again to keep 
things interesting.... 


Friday, April 30, 2010

Stones and Spirals



Classes end on Monday. My students are working hard this weekend to finish final projects. Every semester I teach one section of 2-D Design & Color, and one more concept-based class. In the fall I teach Exploring the Natural World, and in the spring, Myth & Symbol. I love teaching all three classes, each one has its own gifts. This is the second time I have taught Myth & Symbol, a class I proposed last year as I wanted to delve deep into the land of dreams, mystery and enchantment. We start with a cup of tea and move to an inspirational tidbit - poetry, automatic writing or drawing, symbol or archetype work, meditation, sound and ritual. Its been a real hit with my students and I find it a wonderful way to bring a bit of magic to academia. It has been an amazing semester, with strong, authentic and experimental creations. I owe my own blogging to the hours spent looking for mythic artists online to show as examples and finding the world of inspirational art bloggers. I'm so looking forward to seeing the final completed work from these amazing young artists, though it is tinged with a bit of sadness as many of them are graduating. 

In keeping with the theme of the class, I wanted to give them each a small symbolic token to mark the close of our time together. So, I went to the local swimming hole and collected small, smooth stones to paint with symbols. I sat on the stone bench in the warm sun and painted for the afternoon. Hope none of them visit this blog before Monday, or I'll have ruined the surprise....!


 
Each stone is double sided: one side a meandering line 
that links up with one of the other stones,  
the other, a spiral-themed symbol. 










I left this small bunch for someone to find....


A quiet river today. 
The sun went in and the black flies came out. 
 I have a huge welt on my forehead from some 
small black flying thing....
I conveniently forget about black flies every year 
until they are here again in May.
I liked the stones a lot... think I'll keep making them.